The hall was silent; everyone was stunned, looking at the calm Shen Qiang.
"150 million? How could he possibly come up with so much money!"
"Impossible, isn't he the guy with only five million at most?"
"Unbelievable, does this guy have a powerful background supporting him? Such an astronomical figure, an ordinary small sect or small sect is simply unable to afford it!"
The crowd wore peculiar expressions, each lost in their thoughts.
And it wasn't until a full three seconds later that the suddenly reinvigorated auctioneer exclaimed, "Who could have expected the 'Daluo Heavenly Tribulation Heart Sutra' to cause such a stir once again? This gentleman has now bid 150 million! Are there any more bids?"
Upon hearing this, Jing Haotian's face turned pale instantly.
After all, the budget given by his family was only thirteen million, and earlier, Shen Qiang had tricked him, costing him ten million, but fortunately, he had ten million saved up in his personal vault.
