Just like that, Sikong Jing and the other two leisurely walked out of the North Courtyard.
Naturally, Yang Hua and the others had set up formation restrictions outside, but Steel Bone Flying Vulture shattered them with a vicious peck. It then shrank back down and returned to Sikong Jing's shoulder.
After absorbing the Iron-Wing Divine Vulture's bloodline, it could now freely grow and shrink without being harmed.
After landing, it narrowed its eyes at Gongyang Ying, revealing a grim, terrifying gaze... though of course, that gaze was aimed at the Shadow Moon Rat.
The latter shuddered all over, its two claws tightly clutching Gongyang Ying's clothes, not daring to make a move.
Watching the three leave, Old Mo and the others looked at one another.
Steward Huang opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, he could not bring himself to speak.
Only after Sikong Jing and the others had gone did he say, "Old Mo, Sikong Jing left us with such a mess. What are we supposed to do?"
Drawing a deep breath, Old Mo said, "Sikong Jing already said it. Push everything onto him."
They simply did not have the ability to bear the consequences of what had happened. Compared with Sikong Jing, their standing in the Tyrant Heaven Chamber of Commerce had gradually begun to fall below his—especially as he grew stronger and stronger.
"Why? Why?!"
At that moment, Guo Zixia's voice rang out from within the North Courtyard again.
He had reached the Soul-Reversal Realm, yet he had still been defeated—this time by Chou Zhan. He was on the verge of collapse.
Of course, no one had the time to care about him now.
Time quietly passed. With the surrounding formation restrictions gone, the lingering aura of battle spread outward. At last, figures