The next moment, under everyone's watchful eyes, Pei Yuzheng stopped before Sikong Jing. He looked him up and down a few times, the corner of his lips lifting slightly before he finally spoke...
"You have truly exceeded my expectations. But it's useless. In this young master's eyes, no matter how much you leap about, it is all in vain."
"However, this young master can give you a chance to live for free."
"Immediately hand over the Overlord Soul Hundred-Man Army-Slaying Formation, then kneel and submit to this young master. What happened before can be let bygones be bygones."
The moment his final words fell, cold glints flashed wildly in the eyes of the powerhouses from every faction present.
Pei Yuzheng was not continuing to spout threats at Sikong Jing, nor was he continuing to pressure him. Instead, he was saying that if Sikong Jing handed over the Hundred-Man Army-Slaying Formation, all previous matters could be swept aside...
Damn it—if the Thousand Kings Holy Tower obtained the Hundred-Man Army-Slaying Formation, wouldn't that be disastrous?
Over at the Eastern Tyrant Branch, Gong Ying, who had originally held back from making threats so as not to play right into Sikong Jing's hands, could not help wanting to step forward...
No matter what, the Overlord Soul Hundred-Man Army-Slaying Formation belonged to the Tyrant Heaven Chamber of Commerce.
If Pei Yuzheng wanted it, naturally he had to ask whether she agreed.
Although Gong Ying had previously wanted to curry favor with the Thousand Kings Holy Tower, faced with something like the Hundred-Man Army-Slaying Formation—something that could nearly alter the entire war situation across the Central Plains—there was no way she could let it go.
But just as Gong Ying was about to speak, Li Feng grabbed her and gently shook his head.
"Don't worry, Grand