Max frowned faintly, but didn't respond immediately. He stood calmly, his hand casually resting on the hilt of his Blue Dragon Sword.
"Alright," he finally said, his tone curious rather than submissive. "I can give you the demonic blood. But you'll have to answer one question for me first."
Kevin's brow arched slightly, his patience thin. "You're in no position to ask me anything."
"I've heard of demonic beasts," Max continued, ignoring the sneer. "But not demonic blood like this. It didn't feel like beast blood. So tell me... what is demonic blood exactly?"
Kevin's laughter was cold and dry. "Do you think you have what it takes to negotiate with me?" The moment the words left his lips, his aura surged like a tidal wave.
