Shock, and a sense of the unbelievable.
Many people were starting to believe the rumors about Yang Chen were true, because they had no idea how he had managed to kill over a hundred Nirvana Stage ghost generals.
Just as they did not know how Yang Chen had crossed all the way from the Extreme Yin Land to this place.
Every single one of those feats could be called a miracle!
Yang Chen remained calm and composed. He glanced at the steward, who was so shocked that he stood there gaping, and said gently, "Could you help me settle the account now?"
"Y-Yes..." The steward had been thoroughly frightened by Yang Chen and began inspecting the Ghost Cores.
Yang Chen had handed in well over a hundred Ghost Cores. Checking them was naturally rather difficult and complicated, yet no one thought the steward was being too slow at this moment. They were all intensely curious about how many battle merits Yang Chen could obtain in one go.
Yang Chen himself was quite curious as well. He wanted to know how many battle merits he would receive, since he was counting on them to let him indulge in a grand spending spree.
After all, there were far too many things he lacked at present. Battle merits were like Divine Stone currency and could solve many problems.
The young steward before him did not disappoint him. Very soon, he displayed the result.
"The total comes to... one million eight hundred thousand battle merits..." the steward said, trembling from head to toe.
"How could there be so many!"
Many people felt that they had misheard. One million eight hundred thousand? That number was simply outrageous.
"Could it be that every ghost general Yang Chen killed was one of genuine quality?"
The crowd grew