Chapter 835: Demons
Max frowned faintly, but didn’t respond immediately. He stood calmly, his hand casually resting on the hilt of his Blue Dragon Sword.
"Alright," he finally said, his tone curious rather than submissive. "I can give you the demonic blood. But you’ll have to answer one question for me first."
Kevin’s brow arched slightly, his patience thin. "You’re in no position to ask me anything."
"I’ve heard of demonic beasts," Max continued, ignoring the sneer. "But not demonic blood like this. It didn’t feel like beast blood. So tell me... what is demonic blood exactly?"
Kevin’s laughter was cold and dry. "Do you think you have what it takes to negotiate with me?" The moment the words left his lips, his aura surged like a tidal wave.
The full power of a 6th level Legend Rank expert burst outward, pressing down like a mountain. The surrounding air warped, the ground cracked beneath their feet, and even the lingering traces of frost in the cave began to melt away under the sheer intensity of his spiritual pressure.
"You’re on the Void Soul Tower’s death list," Kevin said with a sneer, taking one slow step forward. "You killed June. I don’t care how you managed it—but by doing so, you signed your own death warrant."
The coldness in his tone deepened, and his hands were already faintly gathering violet-black energy. "You’re not walking out of here alive."
Max raised an eyebrow and shrugged like it didn’t matter, but the moment Kevin’s killing intent surged again, he casually pulled out a crystal vial filled with dark crimson liquid.
The blood inside shimmered strangely under the cave’s light, thick and viscous, like molten rubies laced with smoke. He held it up between his fingers—casually, like it was just some trinket he didn’t care about. "Either you tell me what this demonic blood really is," Max said calmly, "or I destroy every last drop."
"You dare?!" Kevin’s expression twisted in fury, his voice booming through the cave. His body leaned forward as if to strike—but then he stopped.
The moment of hesitation was telling. He didn’t think for a second that Max was bluffing. The demonic pool behind them was completely dry. No energy, no traces left. Max had to have bottled the blood. There was no other explanation.
Max’s voice remained level, even amused. "Just tell me the origin of the demonic blood, and I’ll hand it over. I’m not stupid. I know when something is worth bargaining over."