The Demon Wolf Clan Head was equally astonished. He had never expected Yang Chen, a mere Earth Martial Realm cultivator, to be able to produce so many spirit stones. If he had not needed to bid for two of them, he would certainly have let Yang Chen know what true wealth was.
But clearly, he had no time to consider such matters now.
"I have only managed to bid for one. I swallowed my anger when the first Red-winged Great Roc was bid away by that group of mysterious people. But now something has gone wrong with the second one as well. This is not what we agreed on from the start. I was supposed to get two," the Demon Wolf Clan Head said fiercely.
Uncle Mut laughed. "Silver Moon Brother, aren't you overthinking this? If he wants to bring out that many spirit stones, let him. But think about it—what strength does he have? Does he have the right to possess so many spirit stones?"
"You mean..." the Silver Moon Demon Wolf Clan Head froze slightly.
"In three days, when we travel together to the Golden Savage Bull Tribe, an accident may happen on the road. In that accident, a group of people holding the right to use the Red-winged Great Roc may die unexpectedly. Once they are dead, won't the right to use the Red-winged Great Roc fall into your hands?" Uncle Mut smiled.
The Demon Wolf Clan Head suddenly understood. How could he not know what this meant?
"Uncle Mut, are you telling the Silver Moon Demonic Wolf Tribe to attack those two?" Suddenly, a massive monkey appeared.
Wasn't this monkey Zun Ping, the one Uncle Mut had reprimanded earlier?
Zun Ping was now covered in wounds, yet he was completely fine. As for being left to