The Shadow Kill Race was indeed absurdly expensive—one hundred billion!
This was something Wang Teng had never expected.
He knew the Shadow Kill Race might cost far more than other Universe Level Martial Artists, but he had not expected the price to be this outrageous.
However, though Wang Teng was somewhat surprised inwardly, he did not reveal the slightest hint of it on his face.
One hundred billion was no small sum, but he could still afford it.
Before obtaining Fire River World Lord's relics, he might have felt the pain of spending it, but now, that feeling had diminished greatly.
He should not forget that he was carrying an enormous fortune. One hundred billion was merely a small fraction of it, not even spare change.
He would not even need to touch that money. The money he had won from Adris through gambling on stones was already enough.
Moreover, spending it on a slave from the Shadow Kill Race did not count as wasting money, so Wang Teng felt no pressure at all.
"Take me to make the payment," Wang Teng said at last.
The manager was overjoyed. He had thought this customer would hesitate for a long time, or even back away after hearing the price of a Shadow Kill Race slave. After all, not just anyone could casually produce one hundred billion.
Yet unexpectedly, Wang Teng had hesitated only briefly before deciding to buy the Shadow Kill Race slave.
Just what was this customer's identity?
He was so wealthy. He was probably a direct descendant of some great family.
The manager let his imagination run wild, frantically guessing at Wang Teng's identity. He practically regarded him as a god of wealth.
Before that, however, Wang Teng asked the manager again. Seeing that there were no other special