A look of ecstasy appeared in He Weiqiang's eyes. This Mo Batian was indeed audacious, but he liked it.
"Three hundred and one million." someone gritted their teeth and cried out.
Some people were leaving with their communication devices. They were either borrowing money or thinking of other ways. They still hadn't given up on that drop of dragon blood.
"Five hundred million spirit stones." Mo Huasong shouted loudly.
For a moment, the entire auction house fell silent.
That was five hundred million, equivalent to the wealth of five large sects. That fool really had the guts to bid such a high price.
Mo Huasong wanted to finish this quickly. There were no true dragons in the Cultivation Realm.
Even in the Lan Yun System, you couldn't just get the blood of a true dragon whenever you wanted.
Dragons were not to be trifled with. If you wanted their blood, it meant becoming mortal enemies.
