Tian Xiaojian nodded. His thoughts were much the same. In the present situation, more than one person coveted this treasure, and most of them had deep pockets and thick purses.
Under such circumstances, if one wanted to win, one had to possess astonishing boldness—cut through the tangled hemp with a swift blade. Otherwise, this treasure would definitely be auctioned for a sky-high price.
"Five hundred million."
A cool, clear voice entered their ears, echoing through the empty air of the great hall. It sounded utterly ethereal. Such deliberate mystification went without saying—it was Tian Xiaojian's handiwork.
"Hiss..."
A chorus of sharp intakes of breath entered their ears. The cultivators in the great hall were all dumbstruck. They had already felt the original bid of two hundred million was outrageous enough, but they had never expected that in the blink of an eye, someone would actually more than double it on top of the original amount.
Too exaggerated!
Even the refined man standing on the high platform revealed an expression of disbelief.
He had hosted countless auctions, and it was not as if he had never seen cultivators with deep pockets and thick purses, but never had there been one as absurd as the person before him.
Five hundred million Nether Stones—he truly regarded money as dung!
He could not help swallowing a mouthful of saliva.
This old fellow before him was one hundred percent at the Tribulation Transcendence level.
The great hall fell into silence.
But very quickly, an even more astonishing voice entered their ears. "Hmph, a mere five hundred million Nether Stones—what is so remarkable about that? This old man bids one billion!"
One billion?
In an instant, it was as if a ladle of cold water had been poured into a boiling oil pot. The entire great