At this moment, Thousand King diehard supporters on both sides of the street were still clamoring that some devil was trembling in fear within the Holy City. Yet that very devil appeared atop the Holy Son's beast carriage as though he had teleported there.
In that instant, no one—whether atop or below the beast carriage, human or demon beast—could react.
Even Qu Hanming, who had anticipated this, was left dumbfounded beside the wine table.
Madam Raccoon's attention had been drawn away by the voice crying about the so-called "Imperial Bloodline," so the instant Sikong Jing appeared on the beast carriage, a sharp clang of metal striking metal exploded.
A sword immediately touched Pei Yusheng's brow.
At the same time, frost, wind, and thunder flickered around the sword tip, forming a tiny transparent barrier around Pei Yusheng.
Once that was done, Sikong Jing's voice rang out. "Young Master Thousand King, we meet again."
Only when those words sounded did the ten Holy Son martial attendants aboard the beast carriage react and stare at Sikong Jing and Pei Yusheng.
But they merely gaped, forgetting how to speak for a moment.
The next to react were the nine golden Venerable Realm demon beasts. Yet they were instantly cowed by Sikong Jing's ferocious beast aura, rooted where they stood and unable to move.
The third to react was Qu Hanming. With his mouth hanging open, he swiftly slipped into the crowd.
Sikong Little Devil had truly acted directly.
Naturally, Qu Hanming had to hide quickly, lest anyone notice that it was a so-called disciple of his Northern Abyss Cold Mountain who had made the move just now.
The fourth to react was, of course, Madam Raccoon, already flashing into the air. In an instant, she withdrew her gaze and fixed it rigidly on Sikong