The Transaction Begins

Only then did Teng Rong understand. He had carelessly stumbled into someone's true body's resting place—no wonder he had aroused their suspicion.

Thinking of this, an apologetic look appeared on his face. "I'm truly sorry. I am Teng Rong, here to take part in this trade with the human race. I did not know beforehand that this was your dwelling."

The Tree Demon said, "You're Teng Rong? Teng Rong, who killed one of our clansmen?"

Teng Rong waved his hands repeatedly. "Brother Rong was not killed by me. How could I possibly have that ability? Don't misunderstand."

As he spoke, he glanced twice more at the great tree and praised, "Brother, your strength truly is formidable. Your true body does not leak even a trace of spiritual energy. Rare indeed, truly rare."

As he said this, he seemed to realize something was wrong. A Dao Foundation Stage Tree Demon could never accomplish such a thing. Yet before he could react, the Tree Demon opposite him had already driven its withered branch-like arm into his body.

He was both shocked and enraged, yet not worried. Such an injury meant nothing to him. But in that instant, Teng Rong discovered that the power of his soul was draining away. How could this Tree Demon know such an evil technique?!

Teng Rong was horrified. He raised the arms around his body, only to find the loss of soul power accelerating. Staggering, he fell to the ground. Then the Tree Demon thrust several more branches into his body, and his soul power poured out like water through a breached dike.

Teng Rong no longer had the strength to resist. He only thought that the Tree Clan had believed the words of the Flower and Grass Demons and sent someone to kill him. A moment