"Do you know who I am? You—you won't even give me the scraps?"
The hundred-thousand-year Demon Soul Great White Shark Leader spoke, unwilling to accept this.
Chen Ming's answer was blunt:
"Get lost. Or I'll slaughter you too."
Stealing someone's prey was an extremely vile act. Whether among Spirit Masters or Spirit Beasts, it was considered outright hostility. It was practically an open declaration that the two sides were about to wage a vicious war.
If not for the Demon Soul Great White Shark Clan's genuine ties to Sea God Island, and this particular shark's somewhat significant status, Chen Ming would never have held back. Had any other Spirit Beasts come in packs to steal his prey, he would already have killed them all, packed them up, and put them in his Soul Tool.
After all, it was not as though he had no way to seal off the scent of blood. He had deliberately let the Evil Spirit Orcas' blood flow through the deep sea to fish for more prey—to lure over Spirit Beasts that did not know what was good for them, then pack them up as well and bring them back to the Douluo Continent as local specialties.
"Human Spirit Master, have I given you too much face? I am a noble hundred-thousand-year soul beast, the Second King of the Demon Soul Great White Shark Clan!"
"Get lost." Chen Ming glared at the Demon Soul Great White Shark. His spiritual power swept toward the shark, battering his mind.
Normally, any Spirit Beast with its wits intact would have turned tail and fled at this point. After all, robbery was nothing to be ashamed of, and failing at robbery was even less shameful. Such things were simply part of everyday life. Staying alive was what mattered most.
But