"Hmph."
Song Yunfei let out a cold snort and said nothing more, though his eyes had turned red with fury.
After all, what Chu Feng had said was nothing short of a blatant mockery directed at him.
But anger was one thing — a look of schadenfreude soon crept into his eyes as well.
Having faced Jin Shibo in their contest, he had already acknowledged the man's strength.
However, Song Yunfei had dismissed Chu Feng's entirely.
So in his mind, Chu Feng was guaranteed to lose.
All he had to do was sit back and watch the show — watch how miserably Chu Feng would be defeated.
If Chu Feng suffered an equally humiliating loss today, then it wouldn't just be Song Yunfei alone who had lost face. On the contrary, that would actually be a good thing as far as he was concerned.
"So you truly wish to place a wager against me? But you've already lost quite a bit, haven't you? Do you still have enough Immortal Martial Stones to bet against me?" Jin Shibo asked.
At Jin Shibo's words, Chu Feng merely smiled faintly and said, "I have Immortal Martial Stones, all right. I'm simply afraid you won't be able to afford the stakes."
"Ha! What a joke. Did someone just say that I, Jin Shibo, can't afford Immortal Martial Stones?" Jin Shibo burst into hearty laughter, as though he had just heard the funniest joke in the world.
But the moment Chu Feng spoke his next sentence, Jin Shibo's laughter froze instantly on his face.
"Ten million Immortal Martial Stones — one wager. Do you dare?"
"What? Ten million Immortal Martial Stones?!"
Hearing those words, the crowd's jaws dropped in sheer disbelief.
Even Jin Shibo and the Grand Elder of the Gold Stone Royal Clan wore identical looks of stunned disbelief.
Ten million Immortal Martial Stones — it was simply impossible not to be astonished.
But after a brief moment of stunned silence, Jin Shibo let out another roar of laughter before declaring: "Ten million Immortal Martial Stones? Who are you trying to scare? If you can actually produce them, I'll take your bet. I'm just afraid you can't even bring yourself to part with them — you're nothing but a blowhard."
And indeed, talking big — Song Yunfei was far from the only one thinking that. Most people in the crowd shared the same sentiment.
Hundreds of thousands, even a million Immortal Martial Stones, people could believe. After all, Chu Feng was no ordinary figure.
But ten million Immortal Martial Stones for a single wager? That was just too outrageous. It wasn't that people refused to believe — it was simply too unbelievable to accept.
"Chu Feng, oh Chu Feng, can you please stop embarrassing yourself like this? What you're doing isn't just humiliating yourself — it's humiliating our entire Great Thousand Upper Realm. Do you realize that?" Song Yunfei declared righteously, pointing an accusatory finger at Chu Feng as though he had already concluded that Chu Feng couldn't possibly produce such a sum.
Such suspicion was hardly unreasonable. Song Yunfei himself, as the Holy Son of the Starfall Sacred Ground, had come well-prepared for this auction — yet the Immortal Martial Stones he carried amounted to a mere two million.
Chu Feng, on the other hand, had opened his mouth and demanded ten million. If that wasn't talking big, what was?
Setting aside Song Yunfei, among all the people who had come to participate in this auction, those who could actually produce ten million Immortal Martial Stones could likely be counted on one hand.
But just as everyone was convinced that Chu Feng was spouting empty boasts, Chu Feng swept his sleeve through the air, and in an instant, a boundless golden radiance flooded the void above, obscuring a vast stretch of the sky.
"Heavens, that's..."
When they looked up, the crowd was struck dumb with shock.
Because that sky-spanning golden glow was nothing less than Immortal Martial Stones — and there were simply far too many of them, so many that they blotted out the entire sky.
A careful count revealed the exact number: ten million Immortal Martial Stones.
Chu Feng truly possessed ten million Immortal Martial Stones.