Lin Xuan's face was full of fear, yet the corner of his mouth curved into a mocking smile. Sure enough, it was just as he had expected—this man and this demon each had their own ghosts in their hearts.
"Fellow Daoist Ku, why did you attack this old man?"
"Hmph. Aren't you the same?"
A ruthless glint flashed through Master Ku's eyes, and he spoke with a savage grin. The Longevity Pill had already been snatched into his hands. Though the exchange between the two of them just now had been brief, it had been abnormally dangerous, with neither leaving the slightest room for the other. It could almost be counted as tearing off all pretense.
The Turtle Demon glared fiercely at the other party. The "Jingyang Divine Pill" was likewise in his hands, yet he felt no excitement at all. With his cultivation at Transformation Mid-Stage, he had actually fought the other party to a draw. This was completely different from his original expectations.
It seemed he would have to be more careful from here on out. Otherwise, when the stag died, whose hand it would fall to was still uncertain. He had no wish to toil bitterly for half a day, only to end up making a wedding dress for someone else.
With mutual wariness between them, the alliance of this man and this demon could be considered over. Of course, before seeing any other treasures, the two of them still would not immediately turn hostile and come to blows.
Master Ku took in every change in the Turtle Demon's expression. With a cold laugh, he was just about to speak when his brows suddenly lifted. He swiftly turned his head and said in shock and anger, "Brat, what are you trying to do?"
The Turtle Demon froze,