Four Billion in Profit, a Hopping Clown

The price of 13 billion was like a resounding slap across the Sixth Grade Immortal King's face.

But when he followed the voice toward the corner, he discovered that the one who had called the price was a Second Grade Immortal King.

"Are you looking to—"

Before the Sixth Grade Immortal King could finish speaking, three puppets appeared at his side.

At that moment, Chen Changsheng on the stage spoke. "At the Investment Conference, everyone has the right to bid."

"But no one is allowed to force a purchase or sale here."

"I'll give you three breaths to sit down. Otherwise, I'll take your head off and use it as a ball."

Hearing this, the Sixth Grade Immortal King's expression darkened.

The Undertaker's puppet arts were unrivaled beneath the heavens. In his home ground, the Sixth Grade Immortal King truly had no confidence in acting recklessly.

But if he obediently sat down just like that, where would he put his pride?

Bang!

Just as the Sixth Grade Immortal King hesitated, a large hand viciously slammed his head into the ground.

Wang Zun, the representative of the Holy Ruins Forbidden Ground, had made his move. A top-tier Eighth Grade Immortal King had acted, and the moment he did, it was a killing blow.

"When they tell you to sit, you sit. Is this a place where you have the right to speak?"

"A mere Sixth Grade Immortal King dared to spout such grand words here. If this were not Sky Abyss City, you would already have been courting death."

After coldly delivering those words, Wang Zun released his right hand and returned to his seat.

Seeing this, Mao Weng beside him smiled. "Your temper is still as explosive as ever. He was just a hopping clown. Why bother with him?"

Wang