At that moment, the system's voice rang out: "Congratulations, Host. You have enraged a Demon King and gained a total of fifteen million Hate Points."
Fifteen million Hate Points?!
Xia Ping stroked his chin. Added to what he had earned before, he now had thirty million Hate Points in total. Such an enormous sum was truly astonishing.
As expected of a Demon King. Angering such a powerful figure yielded an unimaginable amount of Hate Points.
If the Silver Flood Dragon King learned his true identity, the Hate Points would probably increase even further. But exposing his real identity would bring massive trouble.
After all, the wrath of a Demon King was not something he could endure at his current level.
"What a pity. That secret treasure vault has restriction formations. Otherwise, if I went back now, I could definitely make a killing." Xia Ping felt somewhat regretful as he recalled the secret treasure vault he had encountered earlier.
But the restriction formations in that secret treasure vault were simply incomparably formidable. Even Grandmaster Level experts probably could not crack them in a short time.
Moreover, those restriction formations had an alarm function. If the Silver Flood Dragon King returned in time, he would truly become a turtle caught in a jar.
He would not even be able to use the same trick as before to escape Silver Flood Dragon City.
Though he liked obtaining treasures, he did not want to risk his life for them. There were plenty of treasures in this world, and it would not be too late to claim them once he became stronger.
There was no need to use an egg to strike a stone now.
"Still, I've left those monsters a grand gift. I hope they catch the 'real culprit,' so I can divert disaster