After Spiritual Energy was injected into it, a man's voice came through. "Speak."
"Reporting to you, my lord, I've encountered a problem here," Yan Yang hurriedly said.
"What problem?" the man asked.
Yan Yang glanced at Chen Wen before saying, "Chen Wen came here to place a bet. He wagered one billion Top-grade Spirit Crystals on himself to win."
"I would like to ask whether we can accept this bet."
The moment those words were spoken, everyone turned to look over.
Clearly, they also wanted to know how the lord Yan Yang spoke of would answer.
After hearing this, the man replied without hesitation, "Since he has come to give us money, why should we refuse?"
"But..." Yan Yang still wanted to say something.
The man cut him off. "No buts. Even if there were ten of him, he still couldn't possibly win."
"Understood." Yan Yang took a deep breath and no longer dared to offer any objection.
"Mm, that's all."
The man responded before severing the connection through the Sound Transmission Talisman.
At that moment, two men sat across from him.
These two men respectively came from the Azure Dragon Faction and the Human Emperor Faction.
One of them was Zheng Feng, who had once gone to the Heavenly Phoenix Clan's group.
Clearly, Zheng Feng had also heard Gu Chen's words. He said, "Brother Gu, you really are direct enough."
Gu Chen picked up his wine cup and drained it in one gulp. "What, Brother Zheng? Are you afraid?"
"Come to think of it, this betting pool was your idea."
"No, you misunderstand."
Zheng Feng shook his head. "I just think it's a pity. That kid still has twenty billion Top-grade Spirit Crystals that haven't been credited to his account."
"If he dies on the Battle Arena, all those