“What did you just say?” Totem Warlord said, visibly shocked that Yang Qi would dare to demand compensation. “We killed some servant who wasn’t even a Quasi-God, and you're demanding compensation? Am I hearing things?”

“You’re not hearing things,” Yang Qi replied coolly. “I want compensation. You took a life, so what makes you think I wouldn’t ask for it?”

BAM!

One of Lesser Gods slapped his hand down on the table. “Are you tired of living, boy!? You may be the son of somebody important from the House of God Ordainment, and maybe you did start this Sage Monarch Consortium. But we’re from the dao of devils! Unless you run back and hide in your sect's god kingdom, then never come out, you’ll end up dead if you cross us!”

“That’s right! Over the past few years, the Emptyhell Throne has killed a lot of disciples from the House of God Ordainment.”

“Who do you think you are? You’re just a Lesser God! That’s nothing compared to the god world as a whole. Besides, Eldest Brother Tu Xue is a Greater God. Do you know how vastly separated the two of you are? Have you even thought about that? We're giving...