"Why should I agree to your terms?"
The expression of the Night Spirit Demon Venerable remained unchanged as he countered, "Right now, you're in my hands. I have plenty of ways to make you talk. Why should I agree to your conditions?"
"It's easy for the Demon Venerable to kill me, but if you want to make me talk... you can give it a try."
With a sneer, Wang Junze mocked.
"Then I'd like to see how tough your mouth really is."
The Night Spirit Demon Venerable casually picked up a teacup beside him and took a light sip.
Simultaneously, Situ Haokong's hand shot out like lightning, instantly grabbing Wang Junze's hand.
"Crack!"
A crisp sound echoed as Situ Haokong's face even carried a faint smile, but Wang Junze's finger was already broken, bleeding profusely!
"Too light, just breaking the finger without shattering the bone."
Without blinking an eye, Wang Junze softly replied, "If I were you, I would crush the bone directly. That would hurt more!"
"As you wish!"
