Chapter 607: Sorry, My Name is Shihun
The only reason he wasn’t killed before is that the barbarian was still of use, but now that the lair has been found, he must die.
Encircled, Sikong Jing’s face showed no emotion; he calmly asked, "Benxing Yan, what do you mean by this? Didn’t you say you wouldn’t mix personal grievances with official business? Aren’t you supposed to be above such pettiness?"
Sikong Jing was very calm, but people failed to notice how terrifyingly calm he was.
"Hehehe, hahaha... I am just that petty, what can you do about it?"
"Sikong Yi, right? You’re damned impressive, aren’t you? Because of you, Gongyang Ying rejected me and you made me lose face in front of countless people. If you don’t die, who will?"
Benxing Yan roared furiously, his face twisted in rage, feeling like vomiting blood just thinking about the humiliation he suffered that night.
All his negative emotions burst forth at that moment.
He was within the top three hundred of the East Plain Thousand Tyrant List, he was the Closed-door Disciple of the Cross Saber Sect Leader, and he was the Young Master of the Huanteng Mountain Villa. The moment he was knocked down by Sikong Jing and rejected by Gongyang Ying, he completely broke down.
Now he longed to carve Sikong Jing into a thousand pieces.
Unlike him, Sikong Jing’s expression remained as calm as still water, unchanging.