Creak, creak, creak...
The fists of the Red Wind Sect's three elders clenched until they crackled. As they had said before, they did not truly want to kill the two of them.
What Red Rong had said just now had merely been a threat, meant to make Sikong Jing understand the difference in status and standing between the two great sects—to make him understand that the Cangyu Demon Sect was not qualified to negotiate with them...
Sikong Jing claimed to understand with his mouth, yet his actions remained incomparably unyielding.
They had failed to cow this pair of youngsters.
At that moment, Elder Joy Soul said coldly, "Aren't you afraid that we'll go and wipe out your Cangyu Demon Sect as well?"
Not afraid of death—could they possibly not be afraid of having their Cangyu Demon Sect wiped out by us?
Sikong Jing still kept his eyes closed and ignored him, utterly fearless.
Whether they killed them or destroyed the Cangyu Demon Sect, neither would bring the Red Wind Sect any benefit.
There might even be all kinds of hidden dangers...
To put it plainly, as long as Sikong Jing's nerve was great enough, the Red Wind Sect's three elders had no choice but to soften their approach.
Sikong Jing's attitude was still turning the tables in these negotiations. The Red Wind Sect was far stronger than the Cangyu Demon Sect, but Sikong Jing had confidence of his own—the Red Wind Sect wanted greater benefits.
You wanted to frighten us young ones into submission and make us obediently agree, but we simply refused to submit...
Twelve Leopard, however, was not as fearless as Sikong Jing.
So he still opened his eyes. Seeing that Sikong Jing's eyes remained shut, he gritted his teeth and said, "I'll agree to anything. Please, don't