Inside the golden carriage.
Sikong Xuanji felt Chen Zhixing's condescending gaze, and beads of cold sweat slowly appeared on his forehead.
For some reason, a fear he'd never experienced before rose in his heart for the first time.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—!
In an instant, countless eyes turned towards the silent golden carriage.
"Haha, Old Thief Sikong must be sweating buckets now, right?"
The two Netherworld Elders exchanged glances and could see the mocking smile in each other's eyes.
The others also showed expressions of interest.
Li Changsheng challenged Chen Zhixing, and Chen Zhixing accepted.
Now, it was Chen Zhixing's turn to publicly challenge this Patriarch of the Sikong family.
Will he... accept?
In mid-air.
Chen Zhixing looked down at the silent golden carriage with an even more disdainful expression.
"Is Senior Sikong deaf or mute? Why doesn't he dare to speak?"
"Are you... afraid?"
