The Devil Race cultivator was panicking. Staring at the Stone Stele before him, he was utterly panicked.
Seeing that the Heaven-Number One Private Room belonged to the Human Race, he had come up with this plan, wanting nothing more than to disgust the person inside.
After all, the Heaven-Number One Private Room had never failed to secure anything it fancied. It had always been that way since ancient times, and he believed the person sitting inside was no exception.
After all, if you were seated in the Heaven-Number One Private Room yet still failed to obtain something you liked, wouldn't that be utterly humiliating?
But now, that person seemed unwilling to play by the rules. Watching the burly man slowly extend his hand, he panicked even harder.
One million five hundred and ten thousand Survival Points—where was he supposed to get that much money? Even if they killed him, he would not have that much.
"Esteemed guest, payment and goods are exchanged hand to hand. The item has been brought."
The burly man stretched out his hand toward him and said in a deep, muffled voice. Payment and goods exchanged hand to hand. Looking at the enormous palm before him, then at everyone else staring at him, sweat poured down his face.
He was merely a nobody at the Golden Core Peak. Where could he possibly get that many Survival Points? He had only come to the auction this time to broaden his horizons.
As time passed, everyone's gazes gradually changed from respectful to puzzled, then to questioning, and finally to mockery.
They had already figured it out. This guy had no money.
"You don't actually have no money, do you?"
At that moment, a Demon Race cultivator seated beside him spoke with a face full of ridicule. When he