High-Stakes Game, God Slaying Plan

Hearing Chen Changsheng's words, Little Immortal Elder's eyes widened at once.

"No, I still have to spend money?"

"I've already spent over a hundred billion. If you make me spend more, aren't you asking for my life?"

Glancing at Little Immortal Elder's miserly expression, Chen Changsheng said calmly,

"You can choose not to go to the places where you'll need to spend money next, but don't blame me for not warning you."

"Wherever you spend money, the returns you reap will likely be tenfold or a hundredfold. They might even directly turn the tide of battle."

"If you lose the battle because you tried to save money at a time like this, don't come complaining to me afterward."

Hearing this, Little Immortal Elder immediately put away his miserly look and said,

"You're not joking, are you? Spending a little money could give us a chance to turn the tide?"

"You're one of the strongest people in the world, yet why do you always fail to understand what I'm saying?"

"I said spend money, not spend a little money."

"If it were an amount that could be measured in numbers, would I even need you all to contribute?"

At that, Little Immortal Elder's eyelid twitched.

Even the God of Wealth's master did not consider it a small sum. The amount they were about to spend was likely beyond imagination.

Thinking of this, Little Immortal Elder slowly let out a breath and said,

"How confident are you?"

"Not at all. We may pour in an astronomical sum and get nothing but an unattainable dream."

"Or perhaps Heaven will take pity on us and truly let us create something that shakes heaven and makes ghosts weep."

"So, do you dare make this investment?"

Looking into Chen Changsheng's eyes, Little Immortal Elder smiled openly.