To deal with the Saint Martial Stage, they could only rely on someone at the Saint Martial Stage. It was unknown how much Murong Jianyun had recovered from his injuries, but he had surely received Old Fat Head's message and should already be gathering people...
With the Armor-Splitting Flying Scorpion appearing, Sikong Jing moved even faster, temporarily ensuring that the Wind Thunder Roaring Beast could not catch up to them.
As he flashed wildly through the air, Sikong Jing said at the same time, "Pei Yupo, I've already brought you out. Write down the Thousand Prison Tower's list immediately, or I'll throw you back to your younger brother."
Pei Yupo's face was naturally still deathly pale. Trembling, he looked toward the Roaring Beast pursuing them from behind.
At last, he nodded heavily in agreement...
Just like that, he took pen and paper from Old Fat Head and quickly began writing. He knew that death was inevitable. Though Sikong Jing was also an obsession of his, it was still better than being devoured by Pei Yusheng.
He simply did not want Pei Yusheng to grow by relying on his battle-body bloodline. That feeling was even more unbearable than death.
Just then, the Wind Thunder Roaring Beast's voice came from behind. "Saint Martial pressure—stop for me!"
Boom...
Terrifying pressure crashed down upon the Armor-Splitting Flying Scorpion and Sikong Jing.
A cold gleam flashed in Sikong Jing's eyes. Naturally, he feared no pressure and could not possibly stop. As for the Armor-Splitting Flying Scorpion...
It let out a roar, and demonic intent surged from its body, violently shaking the pressure apart.
Pressure was invisible—it was the intimidation of a higher-ranking powerhouse toward a lower-ranking weakling. Under normal circumstances, the Armor-Splitting Flying Scorpion would naturally have been cowed.
But leaving aside Sikong Jing's presence,