How much wealth could a Martial Artist at the First Realm possess?
Prudently saving, acquiring a mere ten million Nine Tripods Pills would be quite impressive, and to Master Mu, such an amount wouldn't be considered significant.
"Is that so? Chu Fengmian's wager is not much, merely a billion."
Chu Fengmian's face bore a slight smile as he spoke softly.
A billion.
The moment these words were uttered, the expressions of countless people present changed drastically, and it was strangeness rather than shock that colored their faces.
"This kid must have lost his mind."
"It's possible, anyone who dares to offend Young Master Zhao can't possibly be thinking straight."
A billion Nine Tripods Pills, what kind of concept is that?
Forget a Martial Artist at the First Realm, even if a Saint came forth, they might not be able to produce that amount.
Now Chu Fengmian was actually suggesting to gamble a billion Nine Tripods Pills, these were words akin to those of a madman.
"How much?"
