Demetrius Hester's eyes turned red, for he had already cast aside all shame.
What use was face?
Could it compare to such a formidable magical treasure?
Powerful magical treasures were the most tangible assets, much more important than any face — maybe it was an incredible Immortal Artifact.
Noticing that the others from the Sects had fallen silent, Demetrius Hester immediately breathed a sigh of relief and flew in front of Carson Flores, saying coldly, "Hand it over, and I can spare your life; otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Carson Flores chuckled. "The old guy has completely abandoned any pretense of decency, huh? Preparing to rob me outright, are we? What, are you bullying me because you think Nutwood Mountain has no one to stand up for it?"
A cold and murderous look flashed in Demetrius Hester's eyes.
If I kill you, won't that mean nobody will know?