"They're crazy! Those two have to be crazy! Betting that much—do they have a death wish?"
"What a wager! They're betting their Dantians and thirty million Low-Grade Spirit Stones. That's sixty million Low-Grade Spirit Stones altogether—enough to meet the basic threshold for the Auction!"
"Exactly. If I had sixty million Low-Grade Spirit Stones, I might be able to buy a rare treasure at the Auction."
Inside the Rough Stone Marketplace, many people stared at the great heap of treasures between Qin Hao and Ge Tao, their eyes red with envy and jealousy.
The Hidden Dragon Gathering had three parts, and the second was the Auction. But not just anyone could participate. The crucial requirement was sufficient wealth.
Without enough Spirit Stones, they would only be there to watch the spectacle. There was no point.
Of course, for the sake of drawing a crowd, many people were allowed to watch. They simply had no right to bid, or could bid only on basic items. The treasures saved for the finale were beyond their reach.
Sixty million Low-Grade Spirit Stones was enough to drive anyone mad. For the vast majority of Saint Martial Grandmasters, it was an earth-shattering sum.
"Qin Hao, you brought this on yourself!" Looking at the heap of treasures, Ge Tao could not keep his breathing steady. More than anything, though, he felt thrilled.
Coming here had been the right choice!
Not only could he take Qin Hao's Dantian and turn him into a true piece of trash, a cripple, but he could also gain thirty million Low-Grade Spirit Stones!
"The wager is set. There's no backing out. If you don't destroy your own Dantian when the time comes, don't blame me for what happens next." Qin Hao's tone was mild, but it carried a thick killing intent.
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