Black Stone Settlement.
Klar's smile froze.
The carefully prepared speech lodged in his throat in an instant.
If it had been any other High God, faced with such a lion demanding an outrageous price, he would have turned hostile long ago.
Forty percent of the profits—how many Ink Stones was that?
How many corpses could that buy?
Even if he spent a year risking his life in the Infernal Realm's cities, he might only earn a few thousand Ink Stones.
Luo Ye, Lei Wen's father, had a twitch in his cheek.
Klar's eyelids jumped.
He narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping over Lei Wen.
His aura was steady, and his Divine Power was restrained.
He could not see through him.
What if he made a move...
Klar recalled the probing attack Lei Wen had used in the restaurant.
That Water affinity Divine Power, cold enough to seep into his bones, had been like a venomous snake's shadow, capable of biting through his throat at any moment.
He had no confidence.
None at all.
Killing a genius who had not yet fully grown...
Putting his own life on the line, or even bringing disaster upon the entire settlement, was not worth it.
Klar was a sensible man, and even more so, a qualified leader.
The muscles in his face stiffened for a moment before he resumed his hearty expression.
"Hahaha!"
"Brother Lei Wen truly has lofty ambitions!"
Klar laughed heartily, stroking his chin as he waved a hand.
"Since you wish to venture into Hell, brother, I won't be the fool who blocks your path."
"Black Stone Settlement is too small to contain a true dragon."
As he spoke,
Klar took out a piece of Ink Stone from his Spatial Ring, roughly the size of a palm, and handed it to