Because His Name Is Sikong Jing

Sikong Jing acted as though he had not seen the increasingly resentful and depressed look in Gongyang Ying's eyes.

He warned them again in a heavy voice, "Also, the antidote pill is mine. If you dare say again that Gongyang Ying gave it to me, I'll sprinkle the world's strangest poison into your mouths, then cure you just as you're about to die..."

"After repeating that seven times seven, forty-nine times, I'll send you on your way."

His voice was cold to the extreme. At the thought of the scene in his words, everyone present shuddered involuntarily.

With a cold sneer, Sikong Jing turned indifferently and headed for the hall exit, naturally walking step by step toward the waiting Chou Zhan.

Gongyang Ying stared blankly at Sikong Jing's retreating back again. He had absolutely no intention of acknowledging her.

Me, me, me...

Just moments ago, she had been determined to follow Sikong Jing into the quota battle.

Yet he had not come to help her at all. He had only come to prove that he had nothing to do with her. What was she supposed to follow him for now? She, the dignified Young Miss Gongyang, could hardly rush up and say: "Sikong Jing, take me with you."

Just as Gongyang Ying stood there with a dazed expression, Fu Jiaoxing suddenly shouted, "Stop right there! You think you can just leave after hitting someone?"

Everyone's gazes turned over. At last, one of the top geniuses from the three great academies had stepped forward.

Sikong Jing halted and turned back with a cold smile. "You want a slap too?"

Fu Jiaoxing's expression instantly darkened slightly.

Truthfully, Fu Jiaoxing desperately wanted to strike and kill Sikong Jing, but he was not confident of winning.

Moreover, if he acted now, Guo Zixia and