I Am Innocent, Practice

Seeing Tian Budian so frightened he could not make a sound, Sikong Jing paid him no heed.

He suddenly raised his head to look at Hua Meixi atop the wall again, smiled faintly, and said, "Captain Hua, you shouldn't think I lack confidence now, should you? I really wasn't bragging."

Hua Meixi did not reply. Her breathtakingly beautiful face was filled with shock and horror, followed by an inexplicable turmoil in her heart.

All her talk about him being ignorant was simply a joke. Sikong Jing damn well knew the Army-Slaying Formation.

And the Army-Slaying Formation was something even she had failed to fully master.

At the same time, Lang Zhengzhi finally came back to his senses and said hoarsely, "This brat... this brat has hidden himself too deeply."

"Damn, damn, damn..."

Now, Lang Zhengzhi finally understood what Sikong Jing's confidence was, why he had insisted that a million mercenaries would be enough. It turned out he had long mastered the methods of wielding the Army-Slaying Formation.

But it was damn infuriating—he had not told him, making him worry himself half to death.

The other four elders' mouths twitched wildly as well, but who could have imagined it?

Even if Sikong Jing had said so beforehand, they would never have believed it without seeing it with their own eyes.

At that moment, Sikong Jing withdrew his gaze from Hua Meixi's face and suddenly looked toward Tian Budian. "Blood Refinement, Bloodlight Rends the Clouds..."

As the words fell, Sikong Jing casually waved his hand. Twenty thousand people among the million mercenaries rushed forward involuntarily, simultaneously thrusting out their swords as if beyond their control. Terrifying bloody light blasted straight toward Tian Budian...

The latter's entire body jolted awake in alarm, and his true energy erupted as he raised his hands to