"Oh? So many people want to kill me? I am simply honored to the extreme!"
Sikong Jing responded indifferently before he stopped talking and leapt off the Demon Dragon to land beside the Iron Bone Flying Vulture, which needed urgent rescue, lest the vulture with its clanging iron bones truly perished.
As for being the public enemy of the East Plain Northern Land, Sikong Jing truly didn't care – he was exceedingly happy now that Mo Ci was dead.
As for the future, he would deal with that when it came...
Sikong Jing gently stroked the Iron Bone Flying Vulture's large skull.
A drop of blood silently fell into its mouth, and then Sikong Jing softly said, "The blood of the Iron Winged Divine Vulture is given to you. You've been gravely injured, but this misfortune will turn into a blessing as you absorb it."
These words were those of the Iron Winged Divine Vulture – Sikong Jing was merely passing them along.
