"One hundred and twenty thousand."
A casual voice rang out again.
Although Situ Rong'er spoke in a calm tone, her eyes faintly conveyed a hint of killing intent, all of her gaze focused on the Summoning Spirit King.
The competition between the two had reached a fever pitch; it was no longer merely about outbidding each other but had become a matter of face.
The Summoning Spirit King, clad in a black robe, had a hood with a silver-blue star pattern on its side, adding to his mysterious allure.
"City Lord Situ, it seems you intend to compete with me to the bitter end?"
"You started this, it's none of my business."
The cultivators of their level, daring to come to the black market, each dominated their own territories like kings and ancestors, accustomed to acting tyrannically, just like Lin Xin's conflict with the Flying Corpse King; such clashes were not uncommon here.
Such conflicts happened from time to time.
