"What's the matter? Ten Hell Origin Stones still aren't enough? You want to extort another sum from me?"
Xia Ping shot it a sidelong glance.
Damn it, who exactly was extorting whom? Hadn't it completely reversed the story?
That demon was practically maddened with rage. In all its life, it had never seen such an arrogant demon. Before so many demons, he actually dared to blatantly extort it here. He was utterly shameless.
It wished it could slap him across the face and let this bastard learn why blood was so red.
"Brother, don't act rashly. This guy is a Doom Demon. If he sets his sights on you, no number of lives will be enough to die. What do a few Hell Origin Stones amount to? Better lose some wealth to ward off disaster."
At that moment, a Primordial Demon beside it grabbed it and secretly transmitted its voice.
What?!
Upon hearing this, the demon jolted violently. It felt as though a bucket of icy water had been poured over it from head to toe; it was chilled to the bone, trembling all over.
The fury filling its chest vanished in an instant, replaced by lingering fear.
That was right—this fellow was the famed Doom Demon.
It immediately recalled the other party's identity as a Doom Demon. If it truly opposed him to the bitter end, wouldn't it be finished? Hell was vast, but who else could save it?
Without question, it could only lose wealth to ward off disaster now. It could refuse to sell its goods to this Doom Demon, but then it would surely be plagued by misfortune.
If it merely suffered a little more misfortune outside, it might still be able to withstand it with its strength.
But this was near the Demon God Ruins.