He knew that his death was imminent, so he broke the jar and smashed it without caring.
"Do you think, by saying this, I will tell you?"
After saying that, Sun Jian sneered and changed his expression to one of indifference.
His tone was calm, "What forbidden skills, what conspiracy, why can't I understand it?"
"Zhao Cheng, do you think that if you just accuse me of anything, I will bow my head and plead guilty?"
As he spoke, he glanced at Yang Tian, and the corners of his mouth curved into a mocking arc.
"I also want to ask you, how did Yang Tian enter the formation, and how did he hide so many people? I also suspect that you colluded with Yang Tian to frame me!"
After the words fell, everyone present was stunned.
They really couldn't understand what Sun Jian was thinking when he was already on the verge of death and wanted to beat him up.
Moreover, although the people here belong to different camps, they also have different thoughts.
But now all of them have only one goal, and that is to find out the reason and then send Sun Jian to death.
When everyone is his enemy, does Sun Jian say these words for any purpose other than causing trouble for himself?
"Is there something wrong with your brain?"
Chu Xiongfei looked at Sun Jian with an indescribable expression on his face, his mouth almost hanging out of his jawbone.
Damn it, you've already come to this point and still want to frame me, isn't this asking for a beating?
How mentally retarded does this have to be to do something like this?
Is it possible that Sun Jian still thinks that someone can save him now?
Just as he was thinking, he saw Zhao Cheng step forward, grabbed Sun Jian's collar, and punched him in the face.
Zhao Cheng's strength did not restrain at all, and Sun Jian's head was immediately knocked sideways with this fist. Half of his face was swollen, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.
Seeing this, Zhao Cheng had no intention of stopping.
He punched Sun Jian more than a dozen times in succession, until Sun Jian's eyes were filled with stars and his hands were numb, so he stopped.
"For the last time, don't tell me!"
Zhao Cheng had a calm face and sinister eyes, "If you don't say anything, today next year will be your death anniversary!"
Sun Jian's eyes were blackened by these fists. He slowly raised his head and glanced at Zhao Cheng in a daze.
Then, he lowered his head again and spit out a mouthful of blood foam with broken teeth.
"Haha, hahaha..."
After looking at the blood foam on the ground, Sun Jian laughed loudly, his expression full of madness.
"Okay! Aren't you going to kill me? Then do it! Are you afraid of death?"
As he said that, he sneered, his face full of contempt, "You are a little too immature if you want to threaten me!"
Hearing this, Zhao Cheng's face suddenly froze. A flash of anger flashed across his eyes, and the hand on his side clenched tightly.
Seeing this, a member of the Zhao family behind him quickly came up and whispered in his ear.
"Master, this Sun Jian obviously knows that he will definitely kill him if we ask about it, so he just insists on carrying it so hard to prevent us from getting what we want."
"It's useless if you keep fighting like this. If it doesn't work, torture him, or find his closest relatives to threaten him..."
