Su Zhenglong listened to these voices, and his eyes dimmed once more.
Suddenly, Sikong Jing, clutching his sword, ignored the arrogant Su Shan and instead pointed the blade tip toward Su Xuefeng.
"Su Xuefeng, the only reason I have tolerated you until now is because my father-in-law wanted to give you a statue; he really hoped it could reform you," he said.
As he spoke, Sikong Jing's blade tip moved towards the statue now reduced to rubble, his voice carrying a thick killing intent, "Now that Grandma Yue Xi's statue has been destroyed by your own hands, you are essentially as guilty as if you had killed Su Shan yourself."
"You are heartless and unprincipled, so I, Sikong Jing, see no need to show mercy any longer."
His voice, calm yet filled with fury, resonated throughout the venue—Sikong Jing stood with his sword, exuding overwhelming dominance!
Everyone stared blankly at Sikong Jing, then burst into raucous laughter.
