Sikong Jing looked at Cang Lang with some surprise. He could tell the other man was not lying at all.
After pondering briefly, he understood Cang Lang's intentions.
With an easy smile, Sikong Jing replied casually, "Fine, but Zhan Hu must live."
Sikong Jing's response was calm. He still needed to probe Zhan Hu's current condition and find an opportunity to send his spirit shadow into Zhan Hu's body, so he started talking nonsense with Cang Lang.
Since Cang Lang wanted to cross verbal swords, then so be it...
Shrugging, Cang Lang smiled. "He cannot live. I still need to use this body of his for several years."
It was the same thing he had said before. Zhan Hu's body held no appeal for him whatsoever; it was Sikong Jing's innate physique and talent that he wanted.
"Then there's nothing to discuss." Sikong Jing shook his head at once.
At those words, the human half of Cang Lang's face revealed that eerie, frost-cold smile again...
"But you only have two choices. One, become my disciple. The other, die. None of you can escape."
"Don't be fooled by how this tiger demon man keeps appearing. Most of the time, I am suppressing him."
Cang Lang casually revealed part of Zhan Hu's current state: he was being suppressed by him...
Ever since they had burst out from the depths of the seabed a few days ago, Cang Lang had already suppressed Zhan Hu. That was why he had become more talkative and could control Zhan Hu's body to come to the Blood Demon Grand Formation.
Yet just as his words fell, Zhan Hu's beastly face abruptly changed again...
"Cang Lang, even if I die, I can still severely wound your spirit shadow! If you dare lay a hand on my young sect