Shi Batu's eyes rolled. In his view, Jiang Feng's wager—the thousand Starry Sky Coins—was already in his pocket, and victory was certain. Whatever treasure he brought out would merely be going through the motions, adding luster to his own name.
After all, if the wager he produced was not worth a thousand Starry Sky Coins, he would surely become a laughingstock to those outside.
Conversely, if the treasure he brought out was valuable enough, it would also bring him glory.
After some consideration, Shi Batu stretched out his right hand, and a pitch-black bead the size of half a fist appeared in his palm.
The moment the bead appeared, the onlookers in the True Martial Pavilion changed expression one after another:
"This is..."
"Isn't this the Mu Wu Relic?"
"That's right, this is the Mu Wu Relic!"
"Heavens, who would have thought the Mu Wu Relic lost back then would end up in Shi Batu's hands?"
"This guy really does have good luck."
"What good luck? This Mu Wu Relic may not be as miraculous as the legends claim. After all, several experts have handled it so far, yet no one has managed to unravel its mysteries."
"That's true. With something from legend like this, only someone who can unravel its mysteries knows its true value."
"Shi Batu bringing out this thing feels a little like passing off a bad instrument in a grand ensemble."
"This guy probably wants to swindle Jiang Feng."
Inside the martial combat space, Jiang Feng narrowed his eyes, his gaze settling on the bead in Shi Batu's hand. With all his knowledge, he actually could not discern what material the thing was made of.
Shi Batu weighed the black bead in his hand and said, "Jiang Feng, this is the Mu Wu Relic."
"Perhaps you