Yet Sikong Jing ignored Fenglei Bao.
He still faced Pei Yupo and said, "You don't dare? You should know that if you beat me, I'll let you deal with me however you please. As long as you win, you can reclaim every shred of face you lost before."
He was provoking Pei Yupo...
The provocation had been useless at the Willow Leaf Sacred Tomb, but now, in front of so many people, could he endure it?
Pei Yupo's face flushed crimson. In the end, he screeched, "Uncle, let go of me!"
With that, he burst out of Pei Chang's arms...
He landed back on the arena, then walked step by step before Fenglei Bao and said, "Trying to provoke me is useless. Unless you hand over that she-devil Su Yuexian, you aren't qualified to fight me."
Hearing this, Fenglei Bao secretly let out a long breath. It seemed Pei Yupo was not completely foolish.
But Sikong Jing smiled...
All at once, he dispersed every Army-Slaying Formation pattern beneath his feet.
Then, at the very instant Fenglei Bao exhaled in relief, he struck. With a flash, he closed in on Pei Yupo, followed by... Slap!
Another incomparably crisp slap rang across the arena. This time, Pei Yupo had been standing extremely close to Sikong Jing, and Fenglei Bao, Chang Sanghuang, and the others once again failed to react in time...
More importantly, they had never imagined that Sikong Jing would slap him the moment he said he would. Who had ever dared treat the Thousand King Young Master this way before?
After the slap, Sikong Jing directly retreated two steps and said on the spot, "Oh? Even after I've slapped you twice, you still don't dare fight me? Are you really Pei Kuang's son?"
The instant his words fell, Fenglei Bao,