"Haha, Sikong Jing, my most admired Sikong God General."
Suddenly, a burst of explosive laughter rang out, and a middle-aged man dressed in luxurious clothing walked onto the city wall, "Your wife and family were captured by me. Heaven has opened its eyes, allowing me, Prince Zhenyun, to avenge my son, Yan Ao's deep-seated hatred."
The luxuriously dressed middle-aged man was precisely Prince Zhenyun, his face full of hate and excitement toward Sikong Jing.
At that moment, however, Sikong Jing smiled.
He smiled uglier than a cry, like a tragic devil, scales began to emerge from his shoulders, growing one after another like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.
They started to cover his arms as well...
All at once, he disappeared from the back of the demon beast, like a sinister black shadow falling in front of Prince Zhenyun on the city wall.
In an instant, Prince Zhenyun was stunned, "You..."
