Sikong Jiu's pupils reflected endless fury.
Strictly speaking, there was a karmic connection between Sikong Jiu and the Myriad Tribulations Great Formation.
Because the cultivator who created this formation was also in the Emperor Realm and had once sworn brotherhood with Sikong Jiu; both were hunted by the ancient Tiangui.
Actually.
Sikong Jiu had fantasized more than once.
He managed to survive until now, surely not all his brothers from back then had died?
But now...
Sikong Jiu had abandoned such unrealistic fantasies.
If not dead, that good brother would never have handed over the Myriad Tribulations Great Formation; it was his means of living.
"Yuan Ying, you won't die a good death!"
Two lines of tears rolled down from Sikong Jiu's eyes.
He hated.
He was angry.
Sikong Jiu couldn't help but howl to the sky.
Facing this suddenly deranged child, the minions of the Tian Gui Tribe did not take him seriously.
They had only one enemy.
