Si Peng's roar had an immediate effect. Everyone engaged in battle forced back their opponents and turned to look at him.
A mocking smile curled at Xiang Qing's lips. He knew this opponent and fellow disciple of his too well. Now that Si Peng realized the situation was hopeless, naturally he wanted to withdraw and retreat.
Sure enough, seeing that both sides had stopped fighting, Si Peng let out a breath of relief. Holding his blade in reverse grip, he sighed.
"You and I are both men of the Divine Might Army. There is no blood feud between us; we merely serve different masters, which is why things escalated to such an irreconcilable point. But now Heavenly King Su has undergone a mutation and become neither human nor ghost. What meaning is there in our struggle? Let us stop."
As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Zhao and Wei Hua moved at the same time, using their movement arts to land at his side and make their support for him unmistakably clear.
In truth, Wei Hua had always followed Si Peng's lead, so this came as no surprise. As for Meng Zhao, he harbored ulterior motives. Not wishing to become a target at this moment, he simply went with the flow and agreed with Si Peng.
Yuan Qing and Qiu Lian were left in an extremely awkward position. They were entirely different from Si Peng. As two of the Eight Vajras, they were Su Hongtu's diehard subordinates; stopping was not something they could simply choose to do.
Still, facts were facts. Without the support of experts led by Si Peng, the two of them alone could not possibly withstand Xiang Qing's group. Trying to obstruct them would merely be a mantis raising its arms against a chariot, courting death.
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