Zhao Xin's expression was filled with excitement. Such a divine weapon was not a bit inferior to the Frost.
When others bid for the Heavenly Scar, it was only based on rumors that it was an peerless divine weapon. They did not understand the pros and cons at all, which could simply be described as ignorance.
"I bid two hundred thousand."
Zhao Xin walked out to the balcony and shouted toward the high stage.
One second later, twenty-three thousand had already been called out, and Zhao Xin was extremely embarrassed.
The little one laughed out loud, "Does Uncle Xin have any secret stash?"
"Ahem... Of course I do."
"Hmph, you have money and yet you won't lend it to me, Beibei. When I grow up, I will definitely beat you up."
Regardless of what Beibei said, Zhao Xin made his bid once again, and it was unexpectedly three hundred thousand.
"Thirty-one thousand!"
Eh?
The entire venue was filled with murmurs of surprise as everyone looked toward the source of the voice. The one bidding was none other than the Cold-faced Killer Luo, and his posture was high and mighty. The meaning between his lines seemed to have already declared that this Heavenly Scar was already in his grasp.
In the corner, the eyes of Li Xiaoge, a young Immortal Emperor of the Cathem Alliance, had already narrowed slightly as he raised the bid once more.
"I bid thirty-two thousand."
Hearing this, another wave of murmurs broke out below.
"Who is this kid?!"
"I don't know. Judging by the look of it, he must have just entered the pugilist world not long ago."
"Eight out of ten times, his brain has been flooded with water."
"His hand... that's from the Cathem Alliance."
Amidst the clamor, the Cold-faced Killer Luo smiled leisurely,