At those words, the Crimson Silk Demon Emperor narrowed his eyes.
"Yours?"
"In all my five hundred thousand years cultivating on Spirit Mountain, this is the first time I've seen a youngster dare demand something from me like this."
Old Ox, standing to one side, did not join in.
His large eyes swept over Jiang Yuechu twice, then glanced at Hong Ling's dark expression.
Though he looked simple and foolish, his mind was as meticulous as a strand of silk.
He might have roared fiercely just now, but he knew exactly how much he weighed.
Hong Ling's methods were vicious and his strength terrifying. If Old Ox kept fighting him alone, forget the twelve-colored rosy cloud silver-he might even have his hide stripped off and made into boots.
Since he couldn't hold on to it...
Old Ox snorted two jets of white vapor from his nostrils.
Then he actually took several steps back.
"Fine."
"Since you want it too, I'm staying out of this."
"Whoever wants this treasure can have it."
"As long as it doesn't end up in Hong Ling's hands, I'd be happy even if it were fed to a dog."
Those words were blunt and ugly.
He was plainly trying to disgust him.
Better to let an outsider benefit than hand it over to a faithless scoundrel like you.
The Crimson Silk Demon Emperor's face twitched, his handsome features twisting in an instant.
"You idiot..."
Old Ox showed no fear. "Come kill me if you've got the guts."
"But before you kill me... you'd better look after yourself."
The Crimson Silk Demon Emperor snorted coldly.
Ignoring the stupid ox, he turned his gaze back to Jiang Yuechu.
First level of the Tower-Climbing Realm?
A mocking smile curled the Crimson Silk Demon Emperor's lips.
*What stray cultivator was