The entire venue suddenly fell silent.
They all wanted to see what kind of number Luo Dongcheng would report.
It seemed.
No matter how many or how few, it would arouse suspicion.
From the moment Jiang Fan took out that large bag, Jiang Fan had no way out.
Unless all his demon cores were authentic.
Otherwise, he wouldn't escape a fate of utter disgrace today.
However.
The possibility that all these demon cores were real was so slim it could be ignored.
Luo Dongcheng surveyed the crowd and smiled:
"Green Cloud Sect disciple Jiang Fan, three hundred and fifty Beast King demon cores!"
On the quiet Boundary Mountain.
The words "three hundred and fifty" reverberated in the air like a whirlwind.
Echoing in everyone's ears.
"How many? Three hundred and fifty?"
An elder's aged voice let out a low exclamation.
Even those as strong as the elders were astonished by this number.
The elders too kept exclaiming.
"Three hundred and fifty? Is that even possible?"
