Glancing at her trembling legs, Bai Xiaojin looked at Sikong Jing with some annoyance. "Master, show them what you've got."
How infuriating—they actually didn't believe her?
Given Bai Xiaojin's temperament, Sikong Jing could only shake his head inwardly. It seemed she truly needed some polishing.
Naturally, he would not say anything now. He casually flicked out a drop of blood and said, "I've obtained the Armor-Splitting Flying Scorpion's essence blood. Name your price. Once I pay, help me remove the chains from the Armor-Splitting Flying Scorpion."
Upon hearing this, the two stewards instinctively caught the essence blood Sikong Jing had flung over, and their eyes immediately bulged.
Of course they recognized the Armor-Splitting Flying Scorpion's blood, especially with the essence blood's aura being so dense.
With the strength of those three youngsters, they could never have drawn even a wisp of essence blood unless the flying scorpion had willingly given it.
Could they really have succeeded?
The two stewards looked at each other, mouths agape, utterly thrown into disarray. They could not believe it!
In the blink of an eye, a quarter of an hour passed.
Still before the shadowy mountain rocks at the center of the demonic beast market, the two stewards stood there blankly, staring up at the sky in utter bewilderment.
The first steward asked, "Just who is that black-clothed kid? How did he succeed?"
Over the past quarter of an hour, they had been completely dazed. They had not even dared to retort to a single one of Bai Xiaojin's sarcastic remarks.
They had taken the money, confirmed the Armor-Splitting Flying Scorpion's submission, and removed its chains. Then they watched the Armor-Splitting Flying Scorpion—which would go mad for no reason at all—obediently follow at the Black-Clothed Youth's side.
In the end, it carried them away