"My father is Liu An, the Dark Shadow Supreme. I'm the young lord of the Dark Shadow Chamber of Commerce."
"Believe me, this Liu is definitely not short on money."
"If you let me go, we can call this matter even. I'll also give you a vast fortune afterward."
"Oh, and inside the Mustard Seed Bracelet on my left wrist, there's also..."
Liu Ying, whose spiritual energy had been sealed by Futu Power, spoke at lightning speed.
He knew all too well that now was absolutely not the time to make threats and provoke the Northern Heavens Demon King.
The harsher he cursed, the more satisfying it might feel, but the faster it would bring his death.
Though Liu Ying hated Mu Chen to the core, he decisively backed down on the surface.
He plastered on a seemingly sincere smile, doing his best to make his tone sound earnest and trustworthy.
Bang! Mu Chen suddenly smashed his fist into Liu Ying's head, reducing it to a bloody pulp.
"Funny enough, this Mu isn't short on money either."
He stood up, shook the filth from his fist, and wore a serious expression.
Strands of mysterious black flame sprang into existence, burning furiously. In no time, they reduced Liu Ying, dead with his eyes still open, to nothing.
Even if his father, the Dark Shadow Supreme, came in person, he wouldn't be able to spot a thing.
His Highness the Heir pondered for a moment, then left.
Inside a secluded cave.
The Immortal Page appeared and spat out that crystal-clear bone, gleaming like jade.
Just as Mu Chen reached for it, the mysterious black paper, shimmering with deep light, moved again.
Buzz, buzz—a drop of golden divine blood, round and full, was spat out once more.
It was about the size