Alas, Sikong Jing had never been afraid of threats; he had faced far too many already.
With a clang, he drew the sword from behind He Jia and pressed it directly against the opponent's neck, "Hand over Baili Que, or he dies!"
Everyone from the Heavenly Dao Palace was furious, glaring intensely at Sikong Jing.
Ma Daoming's teeth chattered as he yelled, "Qin Heng, does your Holy Dragon Palace really want to start a war? Can you afford to fight?"
"Hahaha..."
Before Qin Heng could speak, Sikong Jing burst into laughter upon hearing this.
"If it's a fight you want, then let's fight. The Thousand Cold Red Lotus Core was originally obtained by our Baili Que, wasn't it? It was you who snatched it from her, right?"
"You attack our Holy Dragon Palace's people and steal our Holy Dragon Palace's treasures, isn't that a declaration of war?"
"I, will oblige you!"
Having said that, Sikong Jing's sword emitted a burst of sword light, as if ready to slash at He Jia.
