Before Sikong Jing could reply, Tyrant Fierce Venerable coldly barked another order, "But just in case—men, nock your arrows!"
Clatter, clatter, clatter...
At Tyrant Fierce Venerable's command, his subordinates one after another drew their bows and aimed at Sikong Jing.
Naturally, quite a few arrows were also trained on Lang Yisuo and the others.
Around this courtyard within Tyrant Fierce Residence was also a second-layer barrier formation, ensuring that the aura within the residence would not leak out and be sensed by the likes of Murong Jianyun...
Once everything was in place, Tyrant Fierce Venerable spoke again, "Sikong, you little beast, even if you sprout wings, you won't escape."
At this moment, even Gong Yi, Ming Yan, and the other three were dumbfounded. With such a terrifying setup, let alone escaping on wings—even if one could soar to the heavens and burrow into the earth, they definitely would not get away.
That was right. Even Ming Yan and the other three had not known that Tyrant Fierce Venerable had suddenly made such a terrifying arrangement.
He had actually regarded Sikong Jing as such a grave threat.
"This is the outcome of your insistence on protecting a few tiny ants. Do you regret it now?"
"Hahahaha..."
"Even the Thousand Kings Holy Tower couldn't handle you, yet I have."
As Tyrant Fierce Venerable spoke, he burst into laughter again, looking as though he already had Sikong Jing firmly in his grasp. He, Gong Ying, and the rest all stared at Sikong Jing, waiting to see him go mad with fury...
Yet there was nothing of the sort...
Even confronted by the horrifying situation around him, Sikong Jing remained expressionless, still as calm as ever.
He even slowly turned around at that moment, and then... Puff, puff, puff!
Sikong Jing immediately struck, severing