Ximen Qianli wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes tinged with red, and pointed at his opponent again before sitting down angrily.
The grudge from today really escalated.
It's not just an old feud between the east and the west, but a brand new hatred—there's no sharing a piece of the sky, nor will there be a peaceful end!
Dongfang Kuang, just you wait!
In this life and the next, I won't stop until there's death!
Dongfang Kuang laughed heartily, even saluting all around with his fists clenched and smiling: "Sorry for the entertainment, folks. The Ximen family aren't penniless at all, no sir. They're not poor at all. It's my poor sight, and my misguided words. Heh-heh. They're just a bit foolish."
Ximen Qianqiu couldn't stand to watch, snorted coldly, and sat down.
Wu Tiejun, on the other hand, was completely dumbfounded.
If the auction price was to be like this, then why the hell would he fight for the Ferocious Beast?
