After a brief lapse of silence, Chen Xiao said to Wang Tong, “Young Lord Wang, that punk cannot have so many spirit stones on him!”

Wang Tong’s eyes lit up at Chen Xiao’s words, and his mind that was clouded by anger cleared in an instant. He agreed readily, “That ‘s right, how could that punk have so many spirit stones, absolutely impossible!”

As Wang Tong did not deliberately lower his voice, the whole auction hall heard what he said.

Everyone was looking at Huang Xiaolong with doubt once more.

Even though Huang Xiaolong’s actions had been extravagant so far, they couldn’t help but doubt if he really had close to one hundred million low grade-eight spirit stones?

One hundred million! That number of spirit stones were enough to build a small city’s walls.

“May I ask if this Young Noble could…?” The auctioneer looked at Huang Xiaolong with doubt...