"You little brat, you dare ignore me?"
The Second-in-command of the Demon God Temple was furious!
He didn't expect to be humiliated after making his move.
Wang Ye's indifference was even more direct than humiliation, it was a blatant disregard.
After all, in front of so many members of the Demon Race, as the Second-in-command of the Demon God Temple, he absolutely couldn't afford any mistakes.
As a result, his face became tense, veins standing out, and he showed a terrifying expression.
"Very well! You have successfully angered me!"
"Haven't you always been angry?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Ye responded casually and extended his hand, asking for the benefits previously mentioned.
This act infuriated the opponent even more.
Any cultivator at the Daozun Realm, facing such a situation, could not remain calm.
The surrounding members of the Demon Race were anticipating Wang Ye to be crushed to pieces, but the opposite was happening.
