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