The four Hellfire Demons turned against Wang Lengbo and surrounded him. His pupils contracted, and cold sweat poured down his face.
He knew all too well how terrifying Hellfire Demons were. A single touch would engulf him in netherfire, leaving not even his bones behind.
"Young man, we can talk this over. Don't do anything rash!"
"You wanted to kill me earlier, and now you want to negotiate? Do you take me for a three-year-old?" Jun Wangchen sneered, giving Wang Lengbo no room to bargain.
"When you do something wrong, you have to pay a price. Otherwise, how will you learn your lesson?"
Wang Lengbo's expression turned hideous, but above all, he feared the four Hellfire Demons closing in on him.
"Young man, I was in the wrong today. Please don't wipe us out. I'm willing to compensate you for your losses."
Jun Wangchen shook his head slightly. "Sorry, I'm not interested!"
"Don't take things too far! My father may have been rude, but he's already apologized. Can't you give him another chance?" Wang Hanyan stepped forward and snapped.
"Too far?" Jun Wangchen sneered, his gaze suddenly sharpening.
"If I hadn't been strong enough today, I'd probably already be dead at your hands. Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt has its debtor. Since you thought so highly of me that you gave me such a grand gift, wouldn't I be a poor host if I didn't return the favor?"
As his words fell, Jun Wangchen's aura abruptly changed. Though he appeared supple and boneless, his presence surged like rolling waves, overwhelmingly powerful.
Sweat silently trickled down Wang Lengbo's and Wang Hanyan's foreheads. Even with every ounce of their strength devoted to resisting his aura, they felt a mountain-heavy pressure weighing on their hearts, leaving them unable to breathe.