Bab 1918: An Illustrious and Fierce Reputation

How could the demons accept this?

"If he doesn't die," Braydon Neal said calmly, "then all three transcendents of the demon race will die today."

His cold words made the human race's stance crystal clear.

As Braydon spoke, the nine transcendents of the human race unleashed their powerful pressure, and the terrifying killing intent filled the air.

Even the strongest beings trembled in fear. 

The force of the transcendents' aura was overwhelming.

The demons were caught in a dire situation.

Should they become enemies of the human race?

Or hand over one of their transcendent experts to quell the fury of the humans?

No matter the choice, it was unbearable for the demons.

"You have three seconds to decide," Braydon said softly.

"Three!"

"Two!"

With just a few words, sweat appeared on the face of the young golden flood dragon. 

The pressure was unbearable!

Everything revolved around Braydon today.