"Two billion one hundred million!"
The moment such a terrifyingly high price was called, it instantly attracted everyone's attention inside the pavilion. The voice had been so casual that for a moment, people thought they had heard two hundred and ten thousand, not two billion one hundred million.
Who had raised the bid?
Inside the pavilion, everyone's gazes began frantically searching. Moments later, countless eyes suddenly shot toward the center of the third-floor pavilion.
At that moment, a handsome, black-haired, silver-eyed man was sitting there leisurely.
His expression was calm, and no one could see through his depth.
Prince Jing also turned slightly. His face grew somewhat solemn as he narrowed his eyes at Mo Yu, his gaze filled with scrutiny.
A price of two billion one hundred million drops of Sovereign Spiritual Liquid even put considerable pressure on him.
"Two billion two hundred million!"
A trace of unwillingness flashed through Prince Jing's eyes before he shouted the bid. As a powerful prince of the Great Xuan Dynasty, he possessed his own fiefdom, and the wealth under his control was naturally considerable.
Mo Yu stared at Prince Jing's solemn expression, his slender hand gently rubbing the armrest. His expression remained calm, but he muttered inwardly, The Great Xuan Dynasty is truly rich and overbearing. Even a single prince is this wealthy.
Although the bidding pressure was great, Mo Yu still had no intention of giving up. Compared with several billion drops of Sovereign Spiritual Liquid, the quota for the Continent's Child was clearly more important to him.
"Two billion five hundred million."
Mo Yu waved his hand, directly increasing the bid by three hundred million drops of Sovereign Spiritual Liquid. Clearly, he was no longer interested in this minor back-and-forth bidding and had chosen the most tyrannical method to scare