"Dig out your Ninth Grade Immortal Foundation and give it to me!"
The mocking laughter echoed above the martial arts arena, causing the temperature to plummet. Everyone couldn't help but shiver.
Looking at the smiling Jiang Yue Long, a chill ran down the spine of everyone present.
He was a madman. To bet on a Ninth Grade Immortal Foundation in front of everyone—among all the geniuses of the Eastern Continent, perhaps only Jiang Yue Long could do such a thing. Others still cared about their faces.
A Ninth Grade Immortal Foundation was naturally extraordinary and astonishing. If smelted using certain Secret Techniques, it would become a rare treasure. Those who coveted it only dared to think about it in secret. Even those who considered themselves powerful, like Xue Ze, only resorted to sneaking around. Who would be as openly brazen as Jiang Yue Long?
"Madman."
"Damn it, I knew it."
"As expected of Jiang Yue Long."
