CRASH!
After speaking, Yao Qing sat down directly on another stool in the private room.
"We'll split the benefits. Very good. In that case, we'll strike together. Whoever kills those two youths gets the Soul Body. How about it?" Yuan Jiang snorted.
"Fine by me, but... you're destined to lose!" A cold glint flashed through Yao Qing's demonic pupils.
"It's too early to say who will win or lose. Your strength isn't weak, but defeating me will be difficult. I've always been a fast striker. Don't end up with nothing, crying in a corner!" Elder Yuan Jiang said with a laugh.
A human and a demon should, by all rights, be at each other's throats, fighting the moment they meet. Yet here they were, acting like old friends. The scene was utterly bizarre.
"Someone will be crying, but it won't be me! Also, after we kill that youth, the Poisonous Hand Staff on him is mine!" Yao Qing stood up, his tone cold and unyielding.
