These words sent chills through Gongyang Ying's entire body.
She could not help gritting her teeth. "Just because you wanted to drain Brother Sikong Jing, you sacrificed your junior brother and junior sister—and you still dare say that?"
If Guo Zixia had used the Star-Sucking Insect earlier, his junior brother and junior sister would not have been killed.
Guo Zixia had waited to see whether Sikong Jing would charge at the people from the eastern and southern lands. Only when Sikong Jing ignored them and headed for Ju Hua did Guo Zixia have no choice but to use the Star-Sucking Insect.
Clearly, he was the one... who had caused his junior brother and junior sister's deaths.
"Isn't sacrifice perfectly normal? To achieve one's goal, of course one must stop at nothing."
"Gongyang Ying, didn't you just say that following Sikong Jing would keep you from ending up like this?"
"What kind of ending have I come to, then? I'll smoothly pass the quota battle. Isn't that a wonderful ending?"
Guo Zixia laughed loudly at Gongyang Ying, then turned to Sikong Jing.
"Why haven't you killed Ju Hua yet? Don't worry, Wang He and the others won't die so soon."
"Even if their true qi is drained dry by me, they won't die. There are still nineteen people now. Kill Ju Hua, and eighteen will be just right."
Having said that, Guo Zixia suddenly froze and blinked.
"No, no—Ju Hua, hurry and run... If you die, the quota battle will end."
"Then I won't be able to kill Sikong Jing for the time being. I still have to wait until I've absorbed everyone's power before killing Sikong Jing."
"It can't end yet. It absolutely cannot end."
Clearly, Guo Zixia's mind had become muddled with excitement, and he had miscounted the numbers.