"Roar..."
Unable to attack the three because it was shackled, the Armor-Splitting Flying Scorpion was clearly furious, letting out a shrill, miserable scream.
"Ahhh..."
Leng Sha and Bai Xiaojin cried out almost at the same time. Clutching their ears, they burst forth with all the true qi in their bodies.
Clearly, that scream also carried powerful Spirit Platform consciousness-sea force.
At that moment, Leng Sha and Bai Xiaojin felt as though they were about to die. Leng Sha in particular could sustain his true qi for only three breaths. It had barely held out for a moment before being utterly drained.
"Shut your mouth."
Just as the two were on the verge of collapse, a low roar thundered from Sikong Jing's mouth.
The Armor-Splitting Flying Scorpion's scream abruptly stopped, and the accompanying Spirit Platform consciousness-sea force vanished as well.
Pfft...
Leng Sha and Bai Xiaojin spat out blood at the same time, slumping to the ground like boneless heaps of mud. Then, as though only just realizing something, they looked toward Sikong Jing's back ahead of them.
Their mouths fell open in disbelief.
They had nearly broken down, yet Sikong Jing was completely unharmed—and had even shouted the Armor-Splitting Flying Scorpion into silence?
Their young master's martial realm was clearly weaker than theirs.
At that moment... thud, thud!
Sikong Jing, whom they considered weaker in realm, took two heavy steps forward. Then an even more unbelievable sight unfolded before them: Sikong Jing actually reached out and touched the Armor-Splitting Flying Scorpion's pair of pincers.
Bai Xiaojin and Leng Sha looked at each other. Those two steps meant the Armor-Splitting Flying Scorpion's pincers could now reach Sikong Jing.
And that wasn't even the fucking end of it—he was actually touching its pincers?
At this moment, Sikong Jing continued to gaze quietly