Sikong Jing then continued, "Yuwen Guan, since you've decided to be a dog, be a good one. Don't harbor unnecessary thoughts, or you'll die."
After he finished speaking, the Flying Blood Colorful Winged Horse neighed sharply and disappeared from sight.
There was silence in the Xuanyuan Sect, and Yuwen Guan clutched his chest, nearly bursting with anger.
Meanwhile, Yang Tianmo's lips quivered uncontrollably, he too was about to explode with rage.
What made him even more flustered was how strong Sikong Jing was. If Sikong Jing were to reach the Desolate Realm, killing him would be as easy as reaching into a bag.
Suddenly, he noticed the gazes of the million young people below, filled with strangeness.
Clenching his teeth, Yang Tianmo resumed his appearance of deep grief and distress.
"Sikong Jing, I truly regarded you as a son. Why must you force me like this, even accusing me of sabotaging your Dantian?"
