It was a given that Fang Xing didn’t actually want to kill him, or he could have simply burned him to death the moment he’d entered Fang Xing’s Sea of Consciousness. Instead, Fang Xing wanted to see if he could squeeze out something beneficial from this; the bird was a Golden Core Stage master who had been sealed for three hundred years, after all. Of course, it would be better if the bird willingly volunteered it himself rather than having Fang Xing force it out of him.
Considering it, Fang Xing stomped once more and cursed, "You wanted to take me over, so why would I let you live?"
The Demonic Peng King let out a miserable cry. "Keeping me alive will bring you benefits!"
