However, what concerned Mu Rufeng the most was that Murong Qingqing had also bet on him, even betting ten thousand that she could instantly kill a Level 7 Ghost Beast.
Just as Mu Rufeng was about to go down, suddenly, another voice came from the screen.
"This time, the bet on the Ghost Beast's Soul Power totaled 2.31 million; you have gained 231,000 points of Soul Power."
"Betting over two million?" Mu Rufeng glanced around; the place was almost filled with people. Did they all think it was a sure win, so they went all-in? Or was it their abilities? Talents?
"Please note, a Level 8 Ghost King wants to challenge you; do you agree?"
"A Level 8 Ghost King wants to challenge me?" Mu Rufeng fell into deep thought at this moment.
He could kill a Level 7 Ghost General instantly, but a Level 8 Ghost King; the disparity in strength between them was enormous.
To reach the threshold of Level 8, one needed to break ten thousand in a single attribute.
