As if he had seen through Sikong Jing's confusion, Master Wuji's bitter smile deepened...
"That beast poison is not so simple..."
"I once tried to cut off my legs, but then I discovered that if I did, the beast poison would instantly follow my blood and vital energy into my entire body, killing me."
"Only an Imperial Artifact can suppress it..."
After Sikong Jing understood, Master Wuji continued, "At last, three months later, I barely managed to leave the vicinity of the forbidden ground suppressing Boss Su. But what I saw was the burial ground of the Beiheng Demon Army, untouched by the Saint Martial beast."
"They were all killed. Every last one of them was slaughtered by forces led by the Thousand Kings Holy Tower."
As he spoke, Master Wuji gradually bit his teeth until they bled...
Suddenly raising his head to stare at Sikong Jing, he said hoarsely, "It was precisely because I remained there for three months that I was fortunate enough to survive."
Sikong Jing remained silent. He could already imagine how Master Wuji must have felt upon seeing that burial ground.
His teeth clenched just as tightly.
Old Xiu had also been afflicted by beast poison. He was likely within the Saint Martial Stage beast's suppression zone at the time as well, and in the end, just like Master Wuji, had been pushed out by Grandpa Su at the cost of all his strength.
That was how he had escaped the slaughter by the Thousand Kings Holy Tower and the others...
Even at such a moment, Grandpa Su had still pushed his subordinates out. It was truly worthy of respect!
Of course, Master Wuji and Old Xiu must have been pushed out in different directions, which was why the two had never encountered each other.