Yet Pei Feishan and the Shi An leader erupted with terrifying auras.
At the same time, they brought out an imperial artifact, pinning Duanmu Chun and Yao Yulou down so firmly they could not move.
Then the Shi An leader chuckled in a low voice. "Since you're spectators, be good spectators. Besides, even if you went down now, it'd already be too late!"
Duanmu Chun's face changed wildly at those words, and he hurriedly looked down.
The Spirit Movement Realm assassin disguised as a spirit shadow had already drawn close to Sikong Jing.
It was exactly the same as before. The assassin twisted his face like a spirit shadow and pressed toward Sikong Jing, endless howls spilling from his mouth. The distance between them had narrowed to the absolute limit...
Even if Duanmu Chun and Yao Yulou acted now, it was already too late.
Their pupils shrank sharply, while Pei Feishan and the other man revealed appreciative expressions. Pei Feishan even sighed madly, "Fenqing, your uncle will first collect a little interest for you. I'll let this little beast who killed you... suffer a fate worse than death!"
Just as the four powerful experts wore entirely different expressions, Sikong Jing, facing danger within the formation, suddenly stretched out a hand...
Then he... swung it out fiercely!
Slap!
A crisp sound abruptly rang out against the face of the Spirit Movement Realm assassin disguised as a spirit shadow. Then came Sikong Jing's voice: "What are you howling for? Do you really think you're a spirit shadow?"
At those words, the so-called spirit shadow before him froze, standing stupidly in place and completely forgetting to keep up the disguise.
Because Sikong Jing had not used much force, the assassin was not sent flying.
At the same time, Pei Feishan, who had just