Inside the hall.
Everyone sighed one after another.
The tragic sight of Heavenly River Taoist yesterday left a deep impression on them, making it easy to imagine what kind of fate Tian Lang would meet.
"How about we place a bet? I bet the fight will be over in five minutes, fifty thousand."
"Five minutes? Pssh, I bet three minutes, a hundred thousand!"
"You're underestimating him, I bet one minute, three hundred thousand!"
"..."
Everyone started buzzing with excitement.
Su Heyuan came over with a grin, took out a bank card, and tossed it in front of them, saying, "I bet fifty million, that Qin Feng will go down in half a minute."
"What??"
The crowd perked up at the mention of fifty million and rushed to place bets again.
"I bet Qin Feng returns in three minutes, adding another ten million!"
"I bet he returns in one minute, upping by thirty million!"
"..."
With Su Heyuan's bold wager, everyone eagerness increased their stakes.
