Huang Batian looked up, and there was a youth, with delicate features, his eyes cold as a blade, staring at him as if he were looking at a dead man. Instantly, Huang Batian flew into a rage, "Do you know who I am? Such behavior might as well be courting death!"
"I don't need to know who you are; who is really courting death will soon be clear to you!" the youth, holding the Demonic Source Stone in his hand, sneered, "You want the Demonic Source Stone? Kneel down, call me 'grandpa', and I'll give you a big one!"
He had plenty of Demonic Source Stones!
The crowd, unaware, assumed he was jesting with Huang Batian and burst into laughter. Even the young miss from the City Lord's Mansion couldn't help but purse her lips into a smile, her eyes landing on Beiting Huang, and no one saw her ears turning red, her heart pounding fiercely.
The youth's figure was like jade, his aura like a rainbow, shining like a morning star.
