"This Ancient Battlefield really is a curious place."
"One hundred and twenty thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones." The cutter announced a shocking price. Barring any surprises, the outcome of this contest was all but decided.
Chen Menglong staggered. If not for the short man beside him catching him, he might have fallen to the ground. He exclaimed, "This... this is impossible."
In this round, he had only revealed a piece of Purple Rhombus Sand, worth thirty thousand Spirit Stones. It was a far cry from the Phoenix Blood Grass.
"There's nothing impossible about it. There happens to be one last stone left. Let's just cut it open," Song Changsheng said lightly.
'He wasn't surprised by this result. Among all the gambling stones on the second floor, this one had possessed the most brilliant spiritual light. If even this couldn't seal the deal, then his cheat would have been for nothing.'
