Within the canyon, Chang Lehuang fixed Sikong Jing with a frosty glare and said coldly, "Now, let's see where you can still run."
Chang Yihuang also said icily, "If you don't want to suffer, then get down on your knees and beg us for mercy..."
In the eyes of the two great emperors, Sikong Jing was already meat in their bowl.
In a place like this, even if the masked brat before them could fly to the heavens or burrow into the earth, he could never escape their grasp.
How could someone at the Heavenly King Realm, together with a King Realm mount, possibly escape from the hands of two great emperors?
Yet Sikong Jing suddenly chuckled softly. He did not answer. Instead... Bzzz!
The pitch-black Army-Slaying Formation patterns beneath his feet abruptly spread throughout the entire canyon. In that instant, the expressions of the two emperors, who had only just calmed down, changed drastically. Their spirit-shadow power immediately swept through the surroundings.
Generally speaking, unleashing Army-Slaying Formation patterns meant troops were hidden nearby—and there would not be few of them.
But in just an instant, Chang Yihuang said coldly, "You still want to play tricks? There are no reinforcements of yours anywhere nearby."
His spirit-shadow power had not detected a single person within the canyon.
Thus, in his eyes, Sikong Jing's sudden deployment of Army-Slaying Formation patterns was merely a trick, meant to draw away their attention so he could escape.
Before his words had even faded, Chang Lehuang had already charged forth with a boom. "It's useless. We aren't three-year-old children."
In other words, Sikong Jing's little trick could not fool them at all.
As soon as she finished speaking, Chang Lehuang rushed out. Closing in on Sikong Jing, she immediately reached to seize him along with the