If You Have the Guts, Fight Me Again

"Is that so? So many people want to kill me. What an honor."

Sikong Jing replied blandly. Then, without another word, he leaped down from the demon dragon and landed beside the Steel Bone Flying Vulture. He had to save it quickly—otherwise, this iron-boned vulture truly would lose its life.

As for being the so-called public enemy of the Eastern Plains Northern Lands, Sikong Jing could not care less. Now that Mo Ci was dead, he was very happy.

As for the future, he would deal with it when it came...

Sikong Jing gently stroked the Steel Bone Flying Vulture's massive head.

A drop of blood silently fell into its beak. Then Sikong Jing said softly, "The Iron-Wing Divine Vulture's blood is yours. Your injuries are so severe that this misfortune will become a blessing, allowing you to absorb it."

The Iron-Wing Divine Vulture had said those words; Sikong Jing was merely passing them on.

Normally, the Steel Bone Flying Vulture could not directly absorb the Iron-Wing Divine Vulture's blood. Yet in its near-death state, it could instead do so. As for why, Sikong Jing had not asked—perhaps it was because it had lost too much blood.

Of course, the Steel Bone Flying Vulture showed no reaction for the moment. It had fallen into a deep coma.

"Sikong Jing, just you wait. I will never let you off."

Seeing that Sikong Jing was outrageously bold and utterly unafraid of being called a public enemy, the War Soul Heavenly Dao Palace's Palace Master could only leave behind a harsh threat.

Then they departed in a sorry state, taking Xu Youyou and the others with them.

Including Pang Yingjiang, nearly half their people had died. Of the students, only Xu Youyou and a few others remained.

They had tried to steal a