Yang Chen truly had divine stones. If Jiang Shaochen raised the price by another thousand or so, he would definitely give up.
But Yang Chen was just this lavish with his spending, throwing out ten thousand divine stones in one go. Jiang Shaochen still wanted to compete? What could he use to compete?
Jiang Shaochen was likewise stunned. For a moment, his eyes widened as he stood there dumbfounded, unable to believe what he had heard was real.
He had been slapped across the face, right in front of everyone.
And what made it worse was that he simply could not afford such a high price. He had always believed that, given his noble status, divine stones were the one thing in which he could never lose.
Because he had a father. His father had reached the Paragon of the Enlightenment Stage; beneath the Nirvana Stage, his father was an absolute king.
Thus, when it came to divine stones, he merely had to stretch out his hand for clothes and open his mouth for food. No one could possibly stand in his way.
Yet now, someone was actually spending more lavishly than him, acting even more recklessly than him.
Jiang Shaochen was so furious he felt as though he might burst into flames. Several times, he wanted to throw everything aside and fight Yang Chen to the bitter end. He could not tolerate being humiliated like this. Yet after thinking it over again and again, he still gave up.
He was afraid he could not outbid Yang Chen. He was afraid Yang Chen could bring out an even higher price.
Jiang Shaochen chose to give up. He growled, "Go investigate him. Find out exactly who he is!"
The moment his subordinates heard Jiang Shaochen's words, they knew their young master