"AAAAAHHH..."
Pei Yushan met Mad Halberds Covering the Ground with a frenzy of punches, yet roar after roar burst from his mouth. It was obvious he was already struggling to hold out—and they had barely been fighting for any time at all.
Murong Jianyun and the others all gaped.
The next moment, an Earth Decider suddenly muttered, "What a terrifying Armor-Splitting Flying Scorpion. What terrifying unity of man and mount. Who was the top-tier Venerable that Ba Hun's successor said he defeated at the third realm?"
As soon as those words fell, everyone shuddered faintly before turning, one by one, toward Fu Wang.
Fu Wang cursed again in his heart. He could only twitch his lips and say, "I didn't lose. It was mainly because Ba Hun's successor had brought a lot of treasures at the time... Why are you looking at me like that? I really didn't lose."
He discovered that every pair of eyes around him was filled with suspicion.
In the end, no one had time to bother with him. Though Fu Wang claimed he had not lost, he had at least not won either.
In other words, when the Armor-Splitting Flying Scorpion was at the third Venerable realm, Sikong Jing had already been able to fight Fu Wang to a draw. Now, he was certain to win. Even if Pei Yushan was somewhat stronger than Fu Wang, he could not be that much stronger.
At this moment, South Wind also knew that Pei Yushan could do nothing to Sikong Jing.
He was deeply displeased, his face twisting as he said, "So what if that little beast Sikong wins? That old bitch Tyrant Lotus will definitely lose. When that happens, Yuxian will kill that brat as easily as crushing an ant."
The moment his words fell, hiss,