Just as Sikong Jing strode toward Ju Hua, Ju Dan's frantic voice rang out again. "Old Yin, Old Qiao..."
"Have the members of your two teams help my Little Hua. I'll take you to the Central Plains and secure official posts for you."
The instant her words fell, Old Yin and Old Qiao both shuddered violently.
After exchanging a glance, the two simultaneously called out to the geniuses of their respective lands, ordering them to immediately lend Ju Hua a hand.
Ju Hua, trapped in despair, suddenly came to his senses as well and shouted, "Brother Wang of the Southern Lands, Brother Qiao of the Northern Lands, as long as you take action for me and kill Sikong Jing... I'll owe you both a favor."
"I can also have my grandmother recommend you to join the Tyrant Heaven Battle Team under Tyrant Fierce Venerable."
As his words fell, Wang He and Qiao Hen of the Eastern Lands emerged without hesitation, each leading a team.
Under Ju Hua's hopeful gaze, Wang He said with a bitter smile, "Brother Ju, I'm afraid that even if all of us join forces, we still won't be a match for Sikong Jing."
They had witnessed Sikong Jing's terrifying strength just now. Wang He was only at the peak of the third realm of the Golden Body, while most of the others were in the Dao Inquiry Realm, with some even in the Extraordinary Realm. They were no match for Sikong Jing at all.
Wang He's words left everyone, both aboard the ship and below it, opening their mouths helplessly.
That was right. Against such an overpowering Sikong Jing, even if everyone from the two lands joined hands, they likely would not be able to defeat him. Ju Hua and Ju Dan's favor was a fine