Sikong Jing was clearly only at the fifth level of the Dao Inquiry Realm—so how could he remain so calm in the face of Ju Hua's threat?
Even Chou Zhan, who had always been solitary, was filled with curiosity.
Sikong Jing looked at Chou Zhan and asked, "If it were you, Brother Chou, would you be afraid of the fourth level of the Golden Body Realm?"
Chou Zhan froze for a moment at those words, then answered without hesitation, "No!"
A knowing smile appeared on Sikong Jing's face, and his voice suddenly grew heavy. "Since we can no longer withdraw, since we must fight, since this blood feud has already been forged—then we'll just fucking do it."
After a brief pause, Sikong Jing added, "But Brother Chou, it's best if we don't get too close. Otherwise, I'll drag you down with me."
As he spoke, Sikong Jing turned to Gongyang Ying. "You too."
With that, Sikong Jing turned and strode deeper into the northern courtyard. Originally, he had wanted to stand shoulder to shoulder with Chou Zhan and Gongyang Ying to seize a spot in the selection battle. But now, they faced Ju Hua, who was at the fourth level of the Golden Body Realm, along with a host of martial arts prodigies from the Western Lands whose levels surpassed theirs.
Sikong Jing did not want to implicate anyone.
Especially since they still did not know the rules of the selection battle. That made it even more important that he not stay too close to them.
Against the Eastern Plains Western Lands, Sikong Jing was confident he could at least survive on his own. But he had no confidence that he could keep Chou Zhan and Gongyang Ying alive. He could not let them be targeted because of him.
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