Moreover, according to some ordinary people in the Jianghu, Saint Lord Taichu's current wealth had long surpassed everyone's imagination. There was supposedly around seven hundred taels of gold in his underground vault. Once or twice might have been fine, but if it happened too many times, no one would be able to keep it together. Now that Tieqiu had taken the stage, someone else would surely come forward to challenge him. That person was undoubtedly his sworn friend, someone who had always found him deeply unpleasant.
He had always wanted to slam Tieqiu straight to the ground and kill him, but Saint Lord Taichu had constantly protected him in secret, shielding him completely.
So basically, no one had been able to hurt him. But that did not mean he could simply stay here obediently and peacefully forever.
How could things possibly be that easy? When Tieqiu stepped onto the arena, the ordinary people below began placing bets like mad, because they too wanted to know who would truly have the last laugh.
If Tieqiu managed to laugh last, they would be terribly disappointed. If he failed to laugh last, they would be just as disappointed.
"This brat has always seemed especially frivolous to me. He is not steady in the slightest, and whether in how he conducts himself or handles matters, he is frivolous in every way. Comparing him to his master is simply too embarrassing to put on display."
"But do you know that this brat has actually earned his master's trust and even received his master's praise? His master keeps saying how formidable he is. How formidable can he really be? In my opinion, he is merely average."
"Stop talking about all that nonsense. The most important thing now is placing bets. We need to see who will