Immediately after, Sikong Jing's gaze fell upon the beasts of the War Beast Clan...
"Emperor Zhan Ke..."
"If you had honored the agreement of the three-way wager battle from the start, Zhan Sha would not have died. If you want someone to blame, blame yourselves for being utterly shameless."
Everyone present naturally understood what Sikong Jing meant.
If Emperor Zhan Ke had acted openly and honorably, if it had not insisted on striking the Wild Beast Young Master down while he was unprepared, then Zhan Sha would never have become a scapegoat. All that could be said was that Zhan Ke had it coming.
At that moment, Zhan Ke still had its fists clenched tightly.
Its chest heaved violently, as though a mouthful of rebellious blood were about to burst forth, only for it to forcefully swallow it back down.
At last, it spoke in a hoarse voice...
"Keeping his sanity now does not mean he can keep it forever. You have all seen the demonic intent on his body, haven't you?"
"One day, he will become a Blood Devour Magic Beast. He must die."
If the matters involving Zhan Da and the others earlier had been a slap to the face, then now the War Beast Clan's face had been pressed into the ground and rubbed raw.
So long as the Wild Beast remained alive, the War Beast Clan would carry this disgrace forever.
At this moment, Zhan Ke did not want to speak to Sikong Jing. Instead, it looked toward the Divine Relic Academy Dean, the Ancient Soul Emperor, the Divine Cry Emperor, and the others. Whether this Wild Beast could be slain still depended on them.
"I will definitely become a Blood Devour Magic Beast?"
Before the Divine Relic Academy Dean and the others could refute it,