Sikong The Second was frustrated. He felt that Wang Teng knew everything and he had no need for an instructor like him.
Wang Teng immediately read through the method of forming a spiritual contract in his mind. Then, he prepared to act.
He sat cross-legged in front of the Lightning Spirit and closed his eyes, preparing to tame it.
The Lightning Spirit sensed something and slid back. It wanted to escape.
It looked like it was indeed pretending to be dead just now. It was very weak but it wasn't incapacitated.
However, it sensed the formidable presence of Sikong The Second so it didn't dare to act. It just lay there motionlessly.
Now that there was no other way out, it could only escape.
A sharp glint flashed passed Wang Teng's eyes as he stretched his hand out. The Emerald Glazed Flame surged along his arm, transforming into a fiery giant hand that grabbed hold of the Lightning Spirit.
Slip~