In an instant, Huang Yu froze, the Imperial Guards froze, and everyone stopped their actions.
"Sikong Jing, you, you... put down the Seventh Prince."
Huang Yu finally came to his senses and charged towards Sikong Jing, but stopped in front of Sikong Jing, because the cold sneer on Sikong Jing's face made him tremble all over, fearing that if he rushed forward, the Seventh Prince would surely die.
Sikong Jing was not afraid to kill a prince at all.
The whole scene fell silent, everyone stared blankly at Sikong Jing, who was lifting Ji Ming with his spear, their faces changing unpredictably.
And at that moment, the 66th Army retreated rapidly, falling back behind Sikong Jing, their cold laughter echoing.
"Commander Huang, do you still want me to retreat?"
"The justice I seek comes after the traitors have paid the price."
Sikong Jing's voice was not loud, yet it eerily resounded throughout the entire place, making everyone's heart tremble with fear.
Swish, swish, swish...