Below the arena, the watching students listened to Chen An's words and suddenly cast suspicious looks at the arrogantly smug Shen Qinghua standing opposite him.
"No way, Shen Qinghua didn't really bring any money, did he?!"
"The eldest young master of the Shen Family's main branch can't even come up with one million yuan crystals?!"
"I heard he was the one who went around challenging people to a duel, yet he can't even produce the stakes for the wager?!"
Shen Qinghua's face flushed crimson in an instant, the color of pig liver, even his ears burning red.
He really hadn't brought any yuan crystals!
Though he appeared to be the eldest young master of the Shen Family's main branch, one had to know that he was far from the only descendant of that branch.
Unlike the second branch, which had only a single heir each generation, the Shen Family's main branch had other descendants from his uncles in this generation. Even his father had several brothers, while his father was merely a Xiantian Realm martial artist. Even his grandfather had not reached the Grandmaster Realm, and neither of them was valued by the family patriarch, Shen Canglan.
Thus, although he seemed to be the illustrious eldest young master of the Shen Family's main branch, his annual cultivation resources amounted to only around two hundred thousand yuan crystals.
How could he possibly produce one million yuan crystals all at once?!
Besides, in his eyes, there had never been any suspense in this wager from the very beginning.
How could a mud-legged nobody at the sixth level of Qi Condensation possibly defeat a direct descendant of the Shen Family at the fifth level of the Houtian Realm?
He had even thought about how he would humiliate Chen An after winning, how he