But like Wudun and the others, no matter how thoroughly Wan Qi searched through every memory in her mind, she could not find anyone who matched him.
Right now, Wan Qi only wanted to know what sect the Black-Clothed Youth belonged to.
Narrowing his eyes slightly again, Sikong Jing shrugged and replied casually, "Me? A disciple of the Seven Decree Sect."
Once again, he claimed to be from the Seven Decree Sect. When he had encountered Wudun last time, he had failed to fool him, because the other party was himself from the Seven Decree Sect.
But now that he was facing the Myriad Flame Sect, he should be able to bluff his way through, right?
By shifting the blame onto the Seven Decree Sect, perhaps he could make the Seven Decree Sect and the Myriad Flame Sect misunderstand each other and fight to the death.
Sikong Jing's goal remained the same: wipe out every invader from the Primordial Cosmos, no matter what methods he had to use. As long as he could destroy them, that was enough.
Across from him, Wan Qi's gaze tightened slightly at his words...
"Someone from the Seven Decree Sect? They actually managed to cultivate a terrifying battle monster like you."
"No..."
"I've never heard of such a battle monster in the Seven Decree Sect. Could it be..."
"In the Burial Emperor Tomb, did you obtain some great fortuitous encounter?"
Back in the Primordial Cosmos Great World, Wan Qi had never heard of a Black-Clothed Youth like this in the Seven Decree Sect. But that did not mean he and the Seven Decree Sect could not have stumbled upon some tremendous opportunity while crossing the Burial Emperor Battlefield and erupted in strength.
Her expression shifted wildly...
Wan Qi stared at the demonic claw pressing down