As a clan elder himself, Ling E also wanted a super genius under his command.
And one who would become the Spirit Race's number one genius.
At that moment, Zhe Ying could no longer hold back a low roar. "Why?"
Like Sikong Jing, all the Spirit Race experts present understood what Ling E was after.
Every one of them looked on coldly.
Ling E was utterly unceremonious as well. He directly tossed the Sword Enlightenment Fragments into Sikong Jing's hand...
In an indifferent tone, he replied, "Zhe Ying, you should still be stronger than Ou Jin right now. But over the past year or so, you've failed far too many times. Your luck hasn't been very good."
"Luck is also part of strength. You understand, don't you?"
What he meant was precisely...
Your luck, Zhe Ying, is simply too poor. Ou Jin, on the other hand, was different—he had won the Sword Enlightenment Fragments the moment he arrived.
Even if I didn't consider poaching anyone and only considered luck, I would stand with Ou Jin, not you.
"You've been defeated by Sikong Jing of the Feather Alliance several times. That shadow has already been branded into your heart."
"But Ou Jin will definitely defeat Sikong Jing."
With that final emphatic remark, Ling E's words nearly provoked Zhe Ying to death.
Crack, crack, crack, crack...
Zhe Ying's fists clenched tight, his eyes blazing with violent fury...
Clang!
He abruptly drew his sword and pointed it straight at the Ou Jin in his eyes...
"I refuse to accept this! I want to fight Ou Jin!"
"Sikong Jing's talent has already been halved. As long as I obtain the Sword Enlightenment Fragments, I can never lose to him again..."
There were only twelve Sword Enlightenment Fragments...
The strongest one was almost impossible to