The other demonfolk, including the village elders, also turned pale at the sight...
But before they could react, Sikong Jing had already appeared before the leading chief village elder. "I've only just learned that Demon-Scale Island has so-called elders like you too—people who take sides without distinguishing black from white. You're asking for a beating!"
Slap...
With a slap of his own, Sikong Jing sent the chief village elder flying.
Then he flashed through the crowd, appearing and vanishing among them, striking every demonfolk down with one palm after another.
At once, screams rang out around Yinlu's little thatched hut.
In just a few breaths, nearly every demonfolk from Gray-Scale Village had fallen to the ground. Only Big Ox and Yinlu remained standing. At last, Sikong Jing flashed back to Yinlu's side.
Yinlu stood there with her mouth agape, murmuring, "Y-you said you were going to reason with the village elders."
Sikong Jing merely smiled and replied, "That's right. Only after knocking them down can we reason with them. Many of my past experiences have taught me that some people simply won't listen to reason unless they're on the ground."
At that moment, Sikong Jing was composed and overbearing!
As he spoke, he looked again at Big Ox, who stood before him. "Thank you again for saving me from the shore. But one thing is one thing and another is another. I will certainly give you a gift in thanks, but before that, how about we reason things out?"
Big Ox looked at the villagers sprawled across the ground behind him, then stared at Sikong Jing with his mouth hanging open.
For a moment, the demonic energy throughout his body nearly scattered away. There was only one thought in his heart: he absolutely could not withstand a single move from