Volume One, Chapter Sixty-Seven
Alasna could not help but chuckle. "Do you think Zhao Fu would be afraid of him? That person might be in for a miserable time soon."
Hua Gumei looked at Zhao Fu in confusion, unclear about what would happen next. "What are you going to do later?"
Zhao Fu replied with a smile, "I'm not going to do anything!"
Hua Gumei looked at Zhao Fu strangely and said nothing more, instead glaring somewhat angrily at the splendid youth.
The next auction item was brought out—another glass bottle filled with black blood that radiated a terrifying aura.
Bai Shiyue introduced it, "Chaos Imperial-grade blood essence, starting bid: twelve million gold coins!"
This was the second bottle of Imperial-grade blood essence Green Nan had mentioned. This bottle belonged to the Chaos Imperial Clan. The aura it gave off was somewhat stronger than the previous Imperial-grade blood, though not by much, which was why it had appeared right after it.
Zhao Fu looked at the splendid youth and directly called out, "Eighty million gold coins!"
Upon hearing that price, everyone immediately chose to give up and stopped bidding.
The youth beside the splendid young man said displeasedly, "Are you provoking our prince? You'll pay for it later!"
Facing Zhao Fu's gaze, the splendid youth smiled casually. "Ninety million gold coins!"
Zhao Fu did not speak again.
The youth revealed a satisfied smile and said arrogantly to Zhao Fu, "There better not be a next time, or you'll come kneel and beg forgiveness."
The others felt somewhat displeased upon hearing this. This little attendant was far too arrogant in the way he spoke!
The splendid youth smiled faintly and called out, "Zimin!"
Understanding, the youth did not continue speaking and stood beside the splendid youth, though the arrogant smile on