As he spoke, Hang Qusha stared fixedly at the Spirit Race members.
As long as the Spirit Race turned around and instantly blasted Yu Xianpo, Sikong Jing, and the others to death, it would be done.
More than a dozen major powers would die; Yu Xianpo, the Feather Transformation Emperor, and the others would die...
What remained would be simple.
In an instant, cold light flickered continuously in Ling E's eyes...
He even seemed somewhat tempted. Above all, Sikong Jing and Yu Xianpo had brought far too much humiliation upon the Spirit Race.
Ling E hated Sikong Jing to the very bone as well.
Yet Zhe Ying's entire body suddenly shuddered. He stepped forward and said, "Demon-Slaying Young Master, do you think we can still trust you?"
He suddenly sensed that the Sword Qi belonging to Sikong Jing within his Spirit Platform sea of consciousness was trembling. It was a warning from Sikong Jing.
If the Spirit Race dared to switch sides, he would undoubtedly die.
Whether Hang Qusha's promise was real or false, if Zhe Ying wanted to live, he had to make the Spirit Race stand temporarily on Sikong Jing's side.
Hearing this, Hang Qusha's expression turned ugly as he spoke heavily again...
"Do you think Sikong Jing will spare you after you wipe us out?"
The Spirit Race members instantly wavered.
They feared that after killing the Absolute Sword Emperor and the Demon-Slaying Hall, Sikong Jing would turn against the Spirit Race.
"I promise that after the Absolute Sword Emperor and the Demon-Slaying Hall are destroyed, the Spirit Race may leave Swordwalk Small World completely intact."
"Within Swordwalk Small World, I, Sikong Jing, will not allow anyone to lay a hand on the Spirit Race."
Sikong Jing's voice slowly rang out, shaking the entire scene.
Everyone present