They no longer dare to have any illusions.

In their impression, Tang Xiaobao is a god, a demon god, a god of death, invincible and invincible.

Therefore, no matter how much hatred they have in their hearts, they still have to submit.

"Tang, Mr. Tang, our Demon Spirit Sect has exhausted all our efforts, and we really can't come up with any money."

Zhang Zongchun begged bitterly: "Just let us go. In the future, if there is any mission, we will not hesitate."

Hey, this guy is quite smart, he is trying to save the country by taking a curveball.

He also wants to establish friendship with Tang Xiaobao... No, he wants to become Tang Xiaobao's accessory.

Xianyin Pavilion is an example, and the Divine Sword Sect is also an example.

Once you become friends with Tang Xiaobao, you can rest easy in the future. Even in the ancient martial arts world, no one dares to take advantage of the Demon Spirit Sect.

But, it's of no use.

Tang Xiaobao said mockingly: "Use you? I heard that your Demon Spirit Sect is not an upright sect, but an evil and crooked way. I hope you will restrain yourself from doing things from now on, otherwise, I will destroy you and let you return to the ancient martial arts."

The world disappears. As for money, if I give you another 200 billion, you can get out."

"I--"

Zhang Zongchun of the Demon Spirit Sect almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Two hundred billion?

You really dare to speak.
Chapter completed!