Unfortunately, Yellow Beard was unyielding this time. Ji Jue spent a great deal of effort just to extract half of the Great Group's original blood from his mouth.
It seemed like it could be cut down one more time.
But Yellow Beard's grip on the Flame-shaped Sword cracked loudly, his face growing uglier.
He feared that if the price were cut any further, the blade would first strike his own head.
Meanwhile, on Old Tang's side, it seemed the Transformation Skill could only rely on luck and couldn't be executed smoothly, so he had to give up.
No way, it still feels like a huge loss!
But since the talks were done and agreed upon.
It was time to start dividing the materials…
It was only after realizing this that they noticed the Chosen Ones from the Desert Market who were there to watch the show had collectively moved a circle away at some point.
"Hmm, what's going on?"
Ji Jue held the Pan Ying, looking around confusedly.
