Dark Underworld God Fist

"This is too exaggerated. Getting rich overnight—this is literally getting rich overnight!" Some humans were so jealous their eyes turned green; they were filled with envy and hatred, wishing they were Xia Ping.

They felt their hearts pounding like drums, vibrating wildly, their blood boiling. Such an immense fortune was enough to make anyone's pulse race.

"Damn it, even if you won the lottery for a hundred million, you'd have to win it ten thousand times to get this much money. Even if you won once a day, it would take thirty years." Some felt their hearts trembling, realizing just how terrifying this sum was.

That was a fortune an ordinary person could never earn in a lifetime. Just the interest alone would be enough to make an ordinary person dizzy, unable to tell north from south.

If one were to take out a trillion in cash and lay it on the ground, a single villa probably wouldn't even be able to hold it.

"Capturing one Demon Race prodigy can earn this much money? If I'd known, I would have gone to catch one too."

"Catch one, my foot. If it weren't for the Heavenly Demon Battlefield, it wouldn't be that easy to catch them."

"Indeed, they usually live in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain, where Demon Kings are as common as rain. Going in there is just asking for death."

"If they could be caught, some Kings would have done it long ago; it wouldn't have been our turn."

"Besides, everyone who enters the Heavenly Demon Battlefield is a Demon Race prodigy, possessing formidable strength and being invincible among their peers. If we went in, it would be a miracle just to not get killed, let alone capture them."

"Only a peerless monster, possessing combat power far exceeding those