"Forty-five million silver!"
As the bid echoed, the entire auction hall fell silent abruptly.
Everyone was stunned by this price.
"You've got to be kidding me, a five-million silver increment in one go!"
"It's that kid who was competing with Qin Ming earlier. After spending so much, he still has the resources to compete!"
"Heh heh, first challenging Qin Ming, and now provoking Cheng Gong. Whether in terms of wealth or guts, this kid is top-tier! Reckless fool!"
Everyone turned their eyes toward the source of the voice—Luo Cheng's private booth!
"Luo Cheng!"
Two words squeezed out from between Cheng Gong's clenched teeth, his narrow eyes flashing with a venomous, snake-like glare. Turning to the other Fierce Cloud Sect disciples, he commanded:
"Give me all the wealth you have on you!"
He hadn't expected, at the critical moment, for someone to intervene.
Forty-five million silver was already beyond his limit!
