The two lines of golden characters on the light screen at the center of the venue were like resounding slaps, each one viciously striking the Demon Emperor Hall across the face.
[This one million is to buy your silence.]
[Say one more word, and I'll add another million.]
Throughout the Myriad Treasures Tower, tens of thousands of living beings—whoever they were—felt their souls tremble the instant they saw those words.
Arrogant!
This was no longer mere arrogance. This was treating the Demon Emperor Hall as nothing, grinding the Crimson Flame Young Lord's dignity beneath one's feet, then crushing it into dust with Spirit Stones!
"Roar!"
Inside Private Room Number Nine, the roar he had suppressed to the absolute limit finally erupted, transforming into tangible sound waves that made the entire towering structure hum.
"Thirty million!"
The Crimson Flame Young Lord's voice, as though it might drip blood, was squeezed out from within the private room.
Every word carried fury and killing intent fierce enough to burn the heavens and boil the seas.
He did not say another word.
Because he knew that if he uttered one more piece of nonsense, the other side would truly add another million!
He could only answer with the price, using the Demon Emperor Hall's wealth to defend the last shred of his dignity!
Thirty million Top-grade Spirit Stones!
The moment that figure was announced, the Demon Kings and True Lords below the stage were completely numb.
Their mouths hung open, as though even their breathing had stopped.
"Good heavens... thirty million..."
"Th-this is enough to hire a genuine Heavenly Lord to wipe out a top-tier royal clan, isn't it?"
"Madness. Both of them have gone mad!"
The other private rooms on the top floor also fell into a strange silence.
The Sky Fox Queen,