When they heard that voice, the powerhouses present were once again taken by surprise.
Because the one speaking was the Crimson Gourd Daoist, whom they had assumed had already given up.
"Crimson Gourd Daoist, you still want to compete with the First Prince?"
"Where does he get the confidence?"
Curiosity arose in the hearts of one superexistence after another.
A trace of surprise also flashed across the face of the red-clothed man, King Hongxue.
Then, a smile appeared on his face.
"Five million Chaos Crystals."
He raised the bid by a full million, displaying his tremendous confidence.
Five million Chaos Crystals was no small sum even for a king, but to the First Prince, it was hardly worth mentioning.
"Six million Chaos Crystals." Wang Yi's expression did not change.
Let's see how long you can keep competing. King Hongxue thought to himself, then said, "Seven million Chaos Crystals."
Under countless watchful gazes, the two powerhouses continued raising their bids.
The price soared all the way to a level that even Chaos Masters found thrilling.
What shocked them most was that the Crimson Gourd Daoist—someone they had never heard of, with no reputation and no idea where he had emerged from—actually dared to compete with the First Prince.
"Nine million Chaos Crystals." After King Hongxue spoke, his brows furrowed ever so slightly.
Although the First Prince had instructed him to purchase this Chaos Heart Fire Miasma, the budget was not unlimited.
Yet as he kept raising the bid, the Crimson Gourd Daoist pursued relentlessly, imposing and aggressive, with no end in sight.
"Ten million Chaos Crystals." The old man was dressed in a plain white robe, slightly plump, with two soft antennae on his forehead and red skin. He looked harmless and amiable, but the words that came from his mouth