"Xu Batian made a bid too!"
An uproar swept through the crowd. The moment Xia Weize bid, everyone had realized Xu Batian would never give up on the Flame Dragon Saber.
Sure enough, Xu Batian opened with six million!
"Six and a half million!" Xia Weize narrowed his eyes and spoke in a low voice.
"Seven million!" Xu Batian's voice was as domineering as ever. He shot Xia Weize a cold look, disdain flashing in his eyes.
Ever since he had surpassed Xia Weize to take second place on the Hidden Dragon Ranking, Xu Batian had no longer considered him a rival.
Forget Xia Weize—even Duanmu Xuan meant nothing to Xu Batian!
His goal was not first place on the Hidden Dragon Ranking. That was merely a stepping stone. What he truly cared about was the Azure Flame Grand Tournament!
"Damn it!" A flash of anger crossed Xia Weize's face.
Inside the Mount Tai Sect's private room, the other Disciples were furious too.
"Arrogant bastard!"
"Xu Batian only has a decent family behind him. What else gives him the right to compete with Eldest Senior Brother?"
"Eldest Senior Brother, you wield a saber. You can't let the Flame Dragon Saber slip away. I still have plenty of spirit stones."
"So do I!"
"Eldest Senior Brother, we can't lose to Xu Batian!"
The Mount Tai Sect Disciples spoke up one after another. Several even took out their Storage Spirit Rings and offered them to Xia Weize without asking for anything in return.
Feng Chenlin was among them!
Xia Weize hesitated as he listened. As a core Disciple of the Mount Tai Sect, he could already draw on considerable Cultivation resources.
The sect alone had given him access to five million Mid-Grade Spirit Stones!
With his family's resources added, he could command