"Brother, there's no deep hatred between us, is there? How about this: show some mercy and let me go, and I'll give you an emperor-grade spirit stone as thanks.
This emperor-grade spirit stone is no ordinary treasure. It can send your cultivation shooting up like a rocket. Surely you know its immense value better than I do."
As the Demon Emperor spoke, he deployed a Secret Art, trying to bewitch the fat chef's mind.
His body, however, kept darting wildly from side to side, clearly seeking a chance to break through the fat chef's blockade.
"Oh? You actually have something that good?
Then hurry up and take it out. Let me see!"
The fat chef chuckled, seemingly very interested in the Demon Emperor's proposal.
Yet his hands never slackened. His enormous cleaver continued chopping as easily as slicing melons and vegetables, forcing the Demon Emperor back again and again.
"Brother, let me go first. Once I'm safe, I'll give you the emperor-grade spirit stone right away!"
The Demon Emperor was no fool. He knew perfectly well that if he handed over the emperor-grade spirit stone now, and the fat chef pocketed the reward without keeping his word, he would suffer a huge loss.
"Hmph. If I kill you, won't that emperor-grade spirit stone be mine anyway?"
The fat chef snorted, a cold gleam flashing through his eyes. He had wanted to finish the Demon Emperor with a single slash long ago, but feared the shock waves of their battle would reduce the Gathering Fortune House to rubble. That was the only reason he had kept the Demon Emperor alive.
At those words, the Demon Emperor's face darkened horribly, and he cursed inwardly. *This damned fatty won't budge, no matter what I say. Looks like I'll have to use that