The moment Sikong Jing said this, Old Qiao of the Eastern Lands shouted from the divine shuttle ship, "What a pipe dream."
At the same time, Brother He of the Southern Lands sneered repeatedly. "Do you take me for a fool?"
What a joke. Sikong Jing had only just reached the Golden Body Realm. Even if he truly had some skill, how could he possibly contend against the Western Lands?
Ju Hua was a fourth-stage Golden Body Realm expert, and Ju Hua possessed a terrifying battle body.
When Brother He had negotiated terms with Senior Brother Feng, he had already been afraid. Otherwise, why would he have considered following Ju Hua?
Sikong Jing tilted his head and asked in return, "Oh? You believed it when the Western Lands promised you six spots, but you don't believe me when I say I'll give them to you?"
Brother He sneered as he and his team members flashed out one after another. "What a joke. You're about to die, so why the hell would I believe you?"
As he spoke, he had already drawn close to Senior Brother Feng and instantly shielded him behind himself.
At the same time, his team members surrounded Sikong Jing and attacked. Brother He asked again, "Brother Feng, can you still fight?"
Senior Brother Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and chuckled lowly. "Of course I can!"
Though Brother He of the Southern Lands had shown every kind of contempt for Sikong Jing, he did not underestimate him.
He said, "Good. Then we'll attack together. Sikong Jing's swordsmanship is incredibly bizarre. I'm afraid my team members will be killed by him just like your previous team members were. The two of us must keep him pinned down."
Senior Brother Feng immediately indicated his understanding.