Fu Wang had truly been driven mad with rage. He had suffered through an entire night of agony!
Even more humiliating was that he had fallen completely into Sikong Jing's trap. Now that he had finally recovered a little, how could he not erupt?
Of course he could not wait until tomorrow to obtain the full antidote. Of course he could not place his life in Sikong Jing's hands.
But...
Sikong Jing pointed at the Armor-Splitting Flying Scorpion overhead and said, "Want to try the scorpion stinger again? You saw what happened tonight. I'm fighting for my life now, and I don't mind dragging you down with me."
The moment those words fell, Fu Wang's entire body began to tremble violently.
Especially when he saw the Armor-Splitting Flying Scorpion slowly pressing down, he could not stop himself from shuddering all over.
At last, he rasped, "Sikong Jing, even if you win tomorrow's vote, the Thousand Kings Holy Tower will never let you go. There will definitely be other methods. You have no way to resist at all."
Fu Wang had naturally seen what had happened tonight as well. He felt that the Thousand Kings Holy Tower had come at them far too fiercely.
Even if Sikong Jing won the vote, death would still be the only word waiting for him.
Yet Sikong Jing merely shrugged. "I already said it. If I lose my life tomorrow, don't you dream of staying alive either. So find a way to keep me alive. You can leave now."
At this moment, Sikong Jing had no mind to waste any more words on Fu Wang. He simply threw him out.
Fu Wang clenched his old teeth tightly, then tried to say something more...
But Sikong Jing cut him off directly. "Armor-Splitting, see the guest out!"