"One hundred million!"
This Dragon Blood Grass was merely the first item up for auction today, and it had already fetched the astronomical sum of one hundred million.
"Who is the person in box number thirteen? They really went all out, completely suppressing the Zhao family."
Everyone present was now looking on with a schadenfreude attitude.
The Zhao family—they dared not offend them, but now that someone else had, they were all eager to watch.
The Zhao family was powerful, having bullied countless people within the Kingdom of Qinhuang. Seeing the Zhao family get trounced, everyone present viewed it as a joke.
"Head steward, this person truly doesn't know whether to live or die, daring to compete with you for this Dragon Blood Grass. Do we want to go find those old folks from the Ancient City of Nine Tripods and kill this person?"
Numerous Zhao family disciples, angry, said this to please Zhao Xiong.
