When the eldest of the Eight-Curse Snakes said those words, the atmosphere inside the eightfold blood-curse barrier changed completely!
They wanted to extort one hundred billion from Tai Yu!
And now they wanted another one hundred billion from the second warden!
Two hundred billion inkstar cloud offerings!
That was wealth enough to rival a nation.
Calling it a lion opening its jaws wide no longer came close to describing the Eight-Curse Snakes.
Even Li Tianming had not expected them to be this brazen.
The silver-haired beauty's pupils contracted. She stared at the eight fiends in disbelief. She had witnessed what had happened moments ago, and it had sent chills down her spine, but she could still hold herself together on the surface.
"What do they mean? This is the Myriad Evil Dreamsource. This is my territory!" the silver-haired beauty said irritably.
The seven black-blooded Ghost Gods' eyes turned cold.
What they had feared most had come to pass.
They had chosen not to join forces with Si Dao Fenghua and her companion earlier. It had been a gamble: they had bet that the Eight-Curse Snakes would not dare go this far, that they understood how terrifying the Galactic Bounty Bureau was.
They had clearly lost that bet.
The consequences were grave.
Of course... even if they had joined forces from the start, Si Dao Fenghua's side had only two people. How much help they could have offered was uncertain.
Either way, rage now filled the seven black-blooded Ghost Gods.
The elderly Ghost God drew a deep breath. His voice was hoarse and low. "If you aren't joking, you had better think this through. Open the barrier now, and we can treat this as a misunderstanding. Afterward, we'll be well water and river water, each keeping to our own course. But