Wang Xi had never imagined that Su Jiu really would not step forward to help him. He remembered rumors saying that she was exceptionally upright and would always intervene when she witnessed injustice.
But why had she still not made a move?
He was only at the fifth Qi Refining layer. Facing Zhao Si was no different from seeking death.
Yet if he opened his mouth now to ask Su Jiu for help, he feared he would squander all the goodwill he had built up.
While Wang Xi was still hesitating, Zhao Si finally finished preparing his painfully slow spell.
Wang Xi hurriedly took out a magic treasure to block it. Feeling the spiritual qi within it steadily thinning, his face turned a little green. After all, he had saved for a long time just to afford this low-grade magical artifact.
Some people in the crowd quietly sent Message Talismans to the Enforcement Hall.
Others watched the spectacle as though it had nothing to do with them.
Cold sweat streamed down Wang Xi's face. He had never expected Su Jiu to actually refuse to intervene.
Looking at the increasingly thin spiritual qi shield around him, he cast his eyes about anxiously. "Zhao Si! Do you really think your word is law in the Outer Gate? Aren't you afraid the Enforcement Hall will come?"
The words "Enforcement Hall" still carried a certain deterrent force. Zhao Si calmed down a little, but his hands did not stop moving because of that warning.
So many people around them had already seen it. He had attacked, and a trip to the Enforcement Hall was inevitable. But letting this brat off without stripping a layer of skin from him would be far too generous.
With that thought, he actually increased the force of his spellcasting.