As Sikong Jing's voice fell, Fu Wang turned back and roared, "Impossible!"
No one knew whether he meant it was impossible not to find an antidote, or impossible for him to go to Teng Residence to find Sikong Jing...
Of course, Sikong Jing did not care. He added, "Remember, when you come looking for me next time, don't bring too many people. Otherwise, too many people will learn of today's humiliation. That won't do much for your reputation."
Pfft...
That single sentence made Fu Wang spew another mouthful of black blood.
Naturally, he could not possibly tell anyone about what had happened tonight. Otherwise, he would lose every shred of face he had.
Whether or not Sikong Jing had achieved rider-beast unity, Fu Wang could not let anyone know that he had lost to a mere successor of Ba Hun—and had even been pricked by a needle and poisoned. If word got out, he would be shamed all the way to his grandmother's house.
In the end, Earth Decider Fu vanished without saying another word.
He was not worried that Sikong Jing would spread the matter. Even if he did, absolutely no one would believe it.
By the same token, Sikong Jing did not want too many people to know about tonight's events either. He could not let potential enemies know he possessed such formidable methods, which was why he had deliberately said that just now.
In the blink of an eye, only Sikong Jing's group of four and the two demon beasts they had just bought remained on the desolate land beneath the night sky. After Sikong Jing released the rider-beast unity, the Armor-Splitting Flying Scorpion gently lay back down.
It had already lost its intelligence. Other than the thought of following Sikong Jing, it had nothing else left.