Sikong Hua Ji finally relaxed, releasing a mouthful of blood that spurted out like a sword, and instantly his face turned as pale as golden paper, nearly collapsing.
At this point, only then did the disciples of Tianjing Sect rush forward to assist Sikong Hua Ji.
Sikong Hua Ji's brow furrowed:
"Take me back to Weiyang Palace..."
After struggling to say this, he softened and lost consciousness.
A group of Tianjing Sect disciples looked at each other, their faces pale as they clumsily carried Sikong Hua Ji to Weiyang Palace.
The whole scene descended into chaos in an instant.
And Su Mo, perched on the tree branch, let out a light sigh as he witnessed this scene:
"The show is over, we can leave now."
Hua Shiyi furrowed her brow:
"Why didn't you let me take action?"
Just now, when Sikong Hua Ji spat blood, Hua Shiyi realized that although Su Mo had no intention of killing him, he had severely injured him.
If he didn't act, could I not have taken action?
