The Five Immortal Arena gave the martial artists a quarter-hour to place their bets, and the time was quickly drawing to a close. The odds offered by the major gambling stalls on Ye Zhen had also undergone a curved adjustment.
The highest was one-to-two-and-a-half, while the lowest was one-to-one.
Though betting time was nearly over, martial artists still streamed in without end, and the gambling stall attendants were rushed off their feet.
In the air, Master Xie, with his great red beard, and Old Geng, clad entirely in brown, watched the scene with smiling eyes.
"Of the five thousand people we mobilized, aside from those acting as shills and guiding the crowd, four thousand have already bet on Ling Huang's victory at the official gambling stall. Ling Huang's odds there are one-to-two!" Master Xie said with a smile.
"Won't this draw the Five Immortals Hall's attention?" Old Geng asked.
"So what if it draws their attention?" Master Xie sneered. "Everything has been done according to business rules. They opened the stall; they set the rules.
Those who run gambling stalls can't expect to eat meat without shedding blood, can they?
Still, the total wager placed by those four thousand people is only thirty million High-grade Spirit Stones. Sixty million High-grade Spirit Stones may not cripple the Five Immortals Hall, but it will be enough to make them swallow a bitter cup." Master Xie smiled.
At the mention of this, Old Geng rubbed his hands excitedly. "Heh, across the five gambling stalls, more than twenty thousand people have bet on Di Kuohai to win. The total wagers on Di Kuohai have already reached one hundred and fifty million High-grade Spirit Stones!"
"After expenses, there will be two hundred million High-grade Spirit Stones left. Once it is divided up from top to