The bald man had finally let out a long breath. Then he froze and asked in return, "You're placing a restriction on me?"
Sikong Jing's cultivation was weaker than his. What use could a restriction placed by him possibly have?
Breaking it should be effortless.
Could someone from the Burial Emperor Spirit Seal Realm really not know that restrictions could only be imposed by the strong upon the weak?
In the end, beneath Sikong Jing's icy gaze, he gritted his teeth and opened his Spirit Platform sea of consciousness, allowing Sikong Jing to place the restriction.
Only after Sikong Jing was done did he realize how far this restriction was from easy to break. It was simply boundlessly powerful. He truly wanted to ask how Sikong Jing had created it.
But for the moment, he did not dare...
In truth, Sikong Jing had formed this restriction through the rider-beast unity of the Nether Lotus Fierce Serpent. The Nether Lotus Fierce Serpent was already infinitely close to the quasi-Emperor level; naturally, it was not something the bald man could break.
Just like that, the bald man had completely become Sikong Jing's temporary subordinate.
Looking at his deathly pale face, Sikong Jing smiled faintly. "I have yet to ask this senior brother's honored name."
He slowly raised his head and looked at the utterly composed Sikong Jing. The bald man could not help twitching his mouth. He found that this kid from the Burial Emperor Spirit Realm was quite scheming. They had been fighting to the death just moments ago, yet now he was already smiling like this.
He did not seem like someone from a small world at all...
He replied hoarsely, "My name is Zhan You. I can be considered Emperor Yu'e's disciple, but not entirely... Emperor Yu'e said that