Over a hundred billion was nothing to the Anhuang Cultivator Bank, but the problem was, they were the house!
In previous years, they had earned anywhere from hundreds of billions to trillions on every round of the Grand Blood Bout. This year, they had actually lost over a hundred billion, and the culprit behind it all was none other than Lin Qing.
"We actually lost money. Suddenly, I'm a little interested in this kid called Xingdu."
"Brother Heng Jun, you're not going to make trouble for an Eleventh Tier cultivator, are you?"
Heng Jun was the name of the bank's representative.
"What kind of man do you take me for? I simply must meet this kid in person later."
The Eleventh Tier Grand Blood Bout had ended, but the formation enclosing the continent had not been deactivated.
Eleventh Tier cultivators were still far too weak in this setting. Among the spectators were quite a few True Immortals, and even Heavenly Immortal experts. Not everyone had bet on the ultimate victor, and some had even backed contestants whom the ultimate victor had killed.
To prevent spectators driven desperate by their losses from attacking the ultimate victor, after every Grand Blood Bout, the formation here would remain closed until the Immortal Kings returned.
After the battle ended, the spectators let out only a brief burst of cheers before checking their wristbands or other similar devices. Lin Qing did the same, because their prize money had arrived.
"Damn it! When I saw Xingdu bet over eight billion on himself, I thought he was just a clown. Who knew he'd actually survive to the end!"
"Heh heh, I'm rich! I'm rich! I put ten thousand on Xingdu to win."
Lin Qing sat cross-legged in midair. He could faintly hear the spectators' cheers and wails,