"This is... a seventh-grade Fire Evil Spirit..."
When Wan Benyang and Wan Qi saw the Fire Evil Spirit in Sikong Jing's hand, they cried out almost at the same time.
Seeing this, Sikong Jing continued with a light chuckle. "As a genius disciple of the Seven Decree Sect, of course our sect master gave me something to keep myself alive. Now, I advise Senior Wan to call your two junior brothers back."
"The Fire Evil Spirit is my life-saving treasure. I don't want to use it up so easily."
Under Sikong Jing's threat, Wan Benyang's expression shifted wildly...
The next instant, his face darkened again as he looked toward Wan Qi.
She immediately took a heavy step forward, then produced a treasure shaped like a flaming pendant...
"What a coincidence. As someone who stepped into the Emperor Venerable Realm before reaching a hundred, our sect master likewise gave me a life-saving treasure."
"A seventh-grade Fire Evil Spirit cannot harm us."
There really was a treasure that could counter things like the Fire Evil Spirit. Sikong Jing's heart sank slightly...
For now, he could not be certain whether throwing out all the Fire Evil Spirits and similar items would be enough to break through Wan Qi's flaming treasure.
Seeing this, Wan Qi immediately grew smug...
"Though my talent is inferior to yours, I, Wan Qi, am still a once-in-ten-thousand-years genius of the Myriad Flame Sect."
"Our sect master has truly spared no expense on me."
An Emperor Venerable before the age of a hundred...
Even if her combat strength was somewhat lacking, she was still someone any sect would nurture with all their might.
She had a chance of becoming a Great Emperor.
At that moment, Sikong Jing slowly turned his gaze toward the Beastflow Realm. Wan Qie and Flame Prison