The onlookers exchanged glances. They stared fixedly at Pei Feie, who had suddenly appeared, then looked back at Sikong Jing, who was still sitting against the courtyard gatepost. Could he possibly survive this time?
Once he fell into Pei Feie's hands, should they join forces to seize both the man and his treasures?
But Sikong Jing was acting strangely. Pei Feie had already appeared, so why was he still sitting there without moving?
Was he unafraid of death, or did he feel there was no possibility of resistance and was prepared to resign himself to fate?
Boom...
Just as the onlookers watched in uncertainty, Pei Feie erupted with a fierce aura and blasted it toward the still-seated Sikong Jing.
The pressure forced the onlookers to stagger back again and again...
Yet strangely, Sikong Jing remained seated, completely ignoring Pei Feie's violent aura.
At last, as Pei Feie drew closer step by step, Sikong Jing rose to his feet. Lightly gripping the Tyrant War King Halberd, he met Pei Feie's aura with a blank expression, utterly disregarding the pressure of an Emperor Martial Stage peak third realm expert.
"Sikong, you little bastard, no matter how composed you pretend to be now, you cannot escape death."
"Now... die!"
In Pei Feie's eyes, Sikong Jing was merely putting on an act of calmness.
And he had nothing to say to Sikong Jing. Mad as he was, he did not consider anything else. Right now, all he wanted was... kill, kill, kill.
As his words fell, he blasted out a savage punch.
In that instant, clouds were blotted out and daylight eclipsed. The fist force crashed toward Sikong Jing like heavenly might covering the sky.
The people around them retreated frantically once more...
Above them, Duanmu Chun, Cang Lin, and the others had their