Sikong Jing remained utterly calm. Shrugging, he replied, "Nothing more than some kind of punishment that's extremely severe for people at our level."
That tone made Le Xiao deeply displeased.
"Truly refusing to shed tears until you see the coffin..."
"Five days from now, I'll come ask whether you've agreed. Then we'll see if you can still keep acting so tough."
With that, Le Xiao directly threw Sikong Jing down.
Tutu said nothing more and threw Twelve Leopard in after him.
Once that was done, Tutu and Le Xiao exchanged glances in midair. Then, without another word, the two launched straight into a fierce fight.
Inside Blood Evil Valley, Sikong Jing and Twelve Leopard landed lightly.
Just as its name suggested, blood-red mist filled their surroundings. For the moment, they had no idea what terrifying things might be lurking within.
The instant Twelve Leopard came down, the true qi around his body began to spill out involuntarily.
He quickly moved closer to Sikong Jing...
"Young Sect Master, what should we do next?"
"They clearly want to force us to agree to their terms in a month. If we still refuse by then, I'm afraid something even more terrifying will be waiting for us."
Twelve Leopard's face was full of worry.
He had truly been scared to death just now. He was the one who had only just stepped out into the world and had never experienced anything like this before.
He had thought the Young Sect Master would show them some sincerity in the end. Yet not only did he refuse to offer anything, he would not even negotiate, and so they could only be thrown in here.
He could not understand why the Young Sect Master had stopped negotiating.
In response, Sikong Jing lightly patted his shoulder and