His whole body jolted violently, and he bit hard enough to draw blood...
Shan Yue finally apologized to Jing Yuan, then turned toward the distant Zither Dance Hall and gritted his teeth as he apologized again.
At the same time... whoosh, whoosh.
Two boxes flew out from Floating Fury God Mountain and landed before Jing Yuan and Brother Le.
They were precisely the compensation Sikong Jing had mentioned...
Once everything was done, Sikong Jing smiled and tossed Shan Yue's two arms back to him.
The instant Shan Yue caught them, he turned and plunged into the crowd without looking back, as though if he stayed another moment, he would have to find a crack in the ground to crawl into. Never in his life had he been so humiliated.
What he understood even less was...
Why had Clan Chief Shan Qianzao insisted that he apologize? Would it not have been enough even if he gave up his two arms?
The Mountain Clan members could not understand it either...
In the end, they could only collect the corpse of the Quasi-Emperor mountain guard before flashing back toward Floating Fury God Mountain, intending to demand an explanation from their clan chief.
Whoosh...
At the same time, waves of uproar swept through the entire scene, all filled with disbelief.
"What does it mean to be bait? Why can't anyone touch him?"
"Haven't you heard of the Anti-Seal Faction?"
"That's right. Sikong Jing of the Feather Alliance Hall has the backing of the Ten Thousand Demon Hall. He must be the Anti-Seal Faction's strongest genius. I'm afraid every major power wants to use him as bait."
"But what kind of bait is simply let loose?"
"Exactly. Letting the bait publicly declare that he is bait—what use could such bait possibly have?"
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