Hearing this, Red Silk Demon Emperor narrowed his eyes.
"You want it?"
"In the five hundred thousand years I've cultivated on Spirit Mountain, this is the first time I've seen a youngster dare to demand something from me to my face."
Old Ox, standing nearby, didn't answer.
His big eyes swept over Jiang Yuechu twice, then flicked toward Red Silk's gloomy face.
Though he looked simple-minded, he was sharp as a needle.
He knew exactly how much he was worth, no matter how fiercely he'd barked just now.
Red Silk's methods were vicious, and his strength terrifying. If Old Ox kept fighting with him alone, forget about the Twelve-Colored Cloud Silver—even his hide might get peeled off and made into boots.
If he couldn't hold on to it...
Old Ox snorted, two streams of white breath puffing from his nostrils.
Then he actually took several steps back.
"Fine."
"If you want it too, then I, Old Ox, won't get involved."
"Whoever wants this treasure can have it."
"Just so long as it doesn't end up in Red Silk's hands. I'd be happy even if it got fed to a dog."
His words were blunt and unpleasant.
He was obviously trying to get under Red Silk's skin.
He'd sooner let an outsider have it than give it to a treacherous little man like you.
Red Silk Demon Emperor's face twitched, his handsome features twisting in an instant.
"You idiot..."
Old Ox wasn't intimidated. "If you've got the guts, come kill me."
"But before you kill me... you'd better take care of yourself first."
Red Silk Demon Emperor snorted.
Ignoring the stupid ox, he turned his gaze back to Jiang Yuechu.
First level of the Tower-Ascending Realm?
Red Silk Demon Emperor curled his lips in scorn.
What backwater cultivator was this, thinking