"Yes, sir!"
Lucian Cross and the other two retreated.
"Braydon, did you bring it back?" The demon youth quickly stood up and cupped his hands.
"Maknum's body!"
Braydon Neal chuckled and pulled something out—a corpse.
It was the body of Maknum Zaccardo.
When he was alive, he was a level nine existence.
He was later killed by Lukyan Flerov.
Excitement flashed in the demon youth's eyes.
"There are two buyers," the young man in the robe said calmly. "I wonder, who will you sell it to?"
"Can your path realm handle a living level nine creature?"
Braydon handed the body directly to the demon youth.
Money in hand, goods in hand.
The demon youth was overjoyed.
He raised his hand and stored the body away.
Instead of leaving, he asked in shock, "Do you really have a level nine transcendent?"
"Naturally!"
Braydon had never denied it.