902: Smart Ancestor! Little Rakshasa! (2)

Smart Ancestor! Little Rakshasa! (2)

If he lost, with the Rakshasa King's ferocity, none of them would live.1

The Rakshasa King sent a palm towards Sikong Ye, who nimbly dodged it. He tilted his body and sent a palm back at a very tricky angle. This time, the Rakshasa King did not underestimate his enemy and received it firmly.

Sikong Ye suddenly looked behind the Rakshasa King. "Jiuchao, ambush him!"

The Rakshasa King turned around. But how could there be Jiuchao? Sikong Ye struck the Rakshasa King's shoulder with his palm. The Rakshasa King was in pain and was forced back dozens of steps.

The Rakshasa King was furious and roared as he charged towards Sikong Ye. Sikong Ye suddenly stretched out his hand. "Wait! We can't fight like this! Do you still remember our promise back then?"

Pro… mise?

Sikong Ye said seriously, "You promised me. Have you forgotten?"

What… did… he… promised?

Sikong Ye moved his two fingers, and a black pill appeared between them. "You said that as long as I take it out at any time, you would promise me one thing."

The Rakshasa King looked at Sikong Ye strangely.

"If you don't believe me, see for yourself if you can remember." Sikong Ye threw it to the Rakshasa King indifferently.

The Rakshasa King caught the pill in his hand and looked left and right. With a bang, the pill exploded! The Rakshasa King was charred from the explosion. His face was black and his hair was charred.

Sikong Ye ambushed him again and succeeded.

Yu Wan could tell that the Rakshasa King was using his strength to fight, but her great-grandfather was using his brain to fight. If the two of them had a health bar on their heads, after being ambushed so many times, the Rakshasa King's health bar should have dropped by half.

Therefore, how could there be an absolute difference in strength? If the strategy was good, they would still be able to beat the opponent until they couldn't find their way! Of course, this was also based on the premise that Sikong Ye's cultivation realm was high enough. If it were anyone else, the Rakshasa King could crush them with his pressure.

"Jiuchao, ambush him!" Sikong Ye looked behind the Rakshasa King again.

Using the same trick again? The Rakshasa King expressed that he would never fall for it! In the end, Yan Jiuchao slapped his back.

The Rakshasa King, who had been ambushed again: "…!!"

The Rakshasa King was completely enraged. He used his killing move and rose into the air. He spread his arms and held his palms up, condensing two killing intents that were like hurricanes.

Everyone thought that he had been ambushed so many times and was already injured badly. It was only a matter of time before he was defeated. Who would have thought that he could actually use such powerful strength? Even Sikong Ye, who had fought with him for a long time, could not help but reveal a solemn expression.

Although it was unbelievable, he had to admit that Sang Qiuhan was not the defeated person who could be easily dealt with. His cultivation realm and strength had reached a point where Sikong Ye treated him differently.

If everything Sang Qiuhan did was just to make Sikong Ye really notice him and even be afraid of him, then he had done it.

Looking at the traces of blood that gradually appeared in the air, Sikong Ye's face darkened. "Sang Qiuhan, don't be rash. The grudge between you and me is our business. It has nothing to do with the disciples of the Nether Mountain or the people of the Nether Capital. If you want to fight, I'll fight with you. We'll find a place with no one around and fight to our heart's content! Until you're satisfied! I have no objections to your life and death!"

The Rakshasa King did not say anything, but his eyes gave his answer.

Back then, the Rakshasa King was still Sang Qiuhan of the Sang family. When he was also Sikong Ye's study companion, he had wanted to fight Sikong Ye to his heart's content countless times. Unfortunately, Sikong Ye did not give him this chance at all. Sikong Ye disdained to fight him!

Even when they sparred once or twice, Sikong Ye was extremely perfunctory. Sikong Ye never looked at him.

In Sikong Ye's eyes, a martial arts genius like him was not even qualified to be looked at. If those words had been said to him decades ago, he would have agreed ecstatically. However, now, the person who was not qualified to negotiate was Sikong Ye.

The Rakshasa King's internal energy trembled, and a blood mist filled the sky of the entire Nether Capital. This was the blood energy of the commoners of the entire Nether Capital, and it was being sucked into the air bit by bit by the Rakshasa King. When everyone's blood energy was sucked dry, the Nether Capital would completely become a dead city.

The Nether Mountain suffered the greatest impact. Some disciples had already fainted from blood loss.

"Jinghong!" Yu Wan looked at the little disciple who had fallen in front of her and hurriedly fed him a Blood Clotting Pill. However, this was only a drop in the bucket. The medicinal effect of the Blood Clotting Pill was far inferior to the speed at which his blood was flowing away.

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