"Leng Hua, raise the bet." Xuanyuan Mo Ze stated calmly.
"Yes." Leng Hua replied. He took a step forward and informed them that the bet would be increased from four thousand gold coins to six thousand gold coins, making the wager ten thousand gold coins.
"Guest No. 9 is raising the bet…"
The voice echoed in everyone's ears. For a brief moment, people were stunned and thought: the other party must be a rich profligate. If not, why would he raise the stakes with such fanfare? He seems like a complete moron.
However, they had no idea that Xuanyuan Mo Ze and Feng Jiu had a card up their sleeves. After all, it was obvious to anyone with eyes that the cultivator had been hurt. He was doomed to die fighting a fierce two-headed lion with his injuries.
Following the sound of the gong, the black iron gate swung open, and the two-headed lion charged out with a low roar and pounced on the cultivator. As its two heads roared together, the powerful pressure caused the air to shake.
