"Damn it!" Sikong Yu's face was so gloomy it could almost drip water. Her delicate body trembled violently, her beautiful eyes fixed on Su Chen's back, filled with rage and murderous intent.
No one has dared defy her orders for a long, long time.
She is Miss Sikong.
And yet, a Fighter dares to ignore her?
What's more, whether Su Chen lives or dies doesn't matter. After all, he's just a waste. There are countless such wastes in the Jiuyou Domain; it's better if they die and don't waste Spiritual Energy. But the key is, Su Chen fighting on her behalf just to seek death will humiliate Sikong Yu as well.
Even Tang Zhuo was defeated, effortlessly killed by Sui Wu in one move. Perhaps Su Chen, a mere Half-Step Divine Master, isn't even qualified to stand before Sui Wu. He might even drop to his knees with just a puff from Sui Wu.
Sikong Yu could no longer imagine how embarrassing Su Chen would be afterward? And how much more humiliated she, Sikong Yu, would become?
