Of course, at this moment, Sikong Jing's ears were still filled with the angry roar of Holy Ancestor Tian Xin: "You bastard, little brat, Little Demon Sikong... get your ass back here, we have more to discuss."
For such words...
Sikong Jing just smiled and ignored them. What he just said was indeed from the heart, as he witnessed the immense strength of the Beiheng Sword Formation, a certain sense of exhaustion suddenly arose in his heart.
Who wouldn't tire, who wouldn't want to take a break?
After battling and struggling all this way, suddenly finding a harbor to rely on, who wouldn't want to stop and have a good sleep?
In essence, Sikong Jing is also human, even though he is the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts, he is not a machine.
