"A life for a Holy Artifact? Where am I supposed to find so many Holy Artifacts for you?"
As soon as Feng Wuchen said this, Zhu Sha couldn't help but roar with anger, feeling a bit regretful for threatening Feng Wuchen.
One life for a Holy Artifact, eighteen lives would mean eighteen Holy Artifacts.
"This is simply extortion!" Zhu Kong snarled gloomily, his fists clenching so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh.
Feng Wuchen directly ignored Zhu Kong's words.
"That's your problem, not mine. You can also choose not to give. I'm not forcing you. If you don't want to trade, then leave. Dantong, kill them all, let everyone in the Seven Divine Realms know the consequences of intruding into the Dragon God Palace." Feng Wuchen shrugged, acting nonchalant.
But did Zhu Sha dare not to give?
Zhu Sha was so furious that his insides churned, but he had no choice. He really couldn't abandon the four Transcendent Saint powerhouses of the Demon Clan.
