Back then, Cho'Gath had looked worse than if he had swallowed ten tons of Low-Order Demon Clan excrement raw.
Too vicious!
They had struck him right where it hurt, cutting off his source of income outright!
He had growled through gritted teeth, telling the other party not to take things too far.
Yet that Demon Venerable had merely sneered contemptuously, leaving him with a taunt that nearly made him cough up blood:
"Before our lord, the weak have never had the right to negotiate."
At the time, Cho'Gath had nearly crushed the bone spikes on his claws.
He could indeed casually crush the Seventh Order insect standing before him, who was merely borrowing someone else's power to throw his weight around.
But even when beating a dog, one had to consider its master!
An existence as powerful as the Planet Devourer, which had lived for tens of thousands of years and rivaled a planet in size, was something even the very best high-order Demon Gods had to steer clear of. He, Cho'Gath, simply could not afford to provoke it.
If he truly enraged it and it came crashing over in its true body, the few assets under his command would be ground to dust in minutes.
Besides, he really was making a fortune by luring his colleagues to their deaths. If this matter actually reached the Demon Emperor, he would have to face the consequences.
Humiliation, frustration, fury!
In the end, Cho'Gath could only swallow the bitter pill and hand over three coordinate crystals for nothing, his gut seething with murderous intent.
A free ride!
After all his years roaming the star regions, he had always been the one setting others up and getting things for free. When had anyone ever climbed onto his neck and taken a shit like