Everyone stared at Xu Xiwang in shock.
Han Yijian knew this bet was going to drive someone to their death, and this kid couldn't come up with that much money, so he didn't want to push him to the brink.
Seeing that Han Yijian remained silent, the Heavenly Saint Lord gave a soft shout.
"Xu Xiwang won. Hey kid, the one who ran the betting operation, come here."
Upon hearing the call of the Heavenly Mystery Saint, the person who ran the gambling game collapsed to the ground, trembling, his eyes filled with fear and resentment.
"With odds of 1 to 500, you have to give me 2.5 trillion!"
The Celestial Saint King said indifferently.
2.5 trillion!
It's not 25,000 yuan!
That's an astronomical sum.
Moreover, the Celestial Saint King made it very clear: you hand over the money, you dare owe me money!
"No, no... I... don't have that much money..."
He stammered.
The Celestial Saint Lord frowned and said in a chilling tone.
"What kind of gambling den are you running if you don't have money!"
"I...I..."
At first, he thought that the 5 billion was a foolish mistake by Han Yijian, who had a good temper and probably wouldn't pursue the matter.
Who knew it was the Heavenly Saint King's money!
"How much money did you get from this betting round?"
"Bet on Zhou Feng won 6 billion, and I personally won 200 million..."
The young man running the gambling den said, trembling.
"Ha~ We should really kick you out of the Dragon Manor, so you won't embarrass the Dragon Manor anymore!"
The Celestial Saint King shook his head and sighed.
"Fine, just hand over all the money. This time, His Majesty is magnanimous and will spare you."
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
The boy quickly got up and ran to the side to grab a bank card containing the betting stakes.
"This, this is all the money. I'll get out of here now."
The guy put the deposit on the ground and then scrambled away from the scene.
"Sigh, what a good-for-nothing."
The Celestial Saint Lord shook his head and sighed, then looked down at Han Yijian.
"Take your bets, the rest are mine. Remember to transfer them to my card later."
Han Yijian's lips twitched. Good heavens, the Holy Lord didn't spend a single penny and got 10 billion for free.
This is a typical case where if he loses, it's Han Yijian's fault; if he wins, it's Tianji Shengjun's fault.
But he dared not disobey the words of the Heavenly Saint King.
"Huh? You don't have my money?"
Xu Xiwang stepped off the stage and saw Han Yijian dividing the money, and frowned.
"Uh, this money all belongs to the Holy Emperor, there's no share for you."
Xu Xiwang's face darkened upon hearing this.
That old man!
I was working myself to the bone up there, and this old geezer made a hundred billion from me in no time!
This money is too easy to earn!
"Brother Xiwang, you are very capable. We can exchange ideas another day."
Han Yijian cupped his hands and said.
"Of course."
Xu Xiwang nodded.
Ning Hanshuang looked at Xu Xiwang with an expression of adoration on her icy little face.
"Xu Qingfeng, how about it? Do you still need to rely on me?"
Xu Xiwang gently blew on his forehead, looking quite smug.
Xu Qingfeng's lips twitched. This guy was really smug.
"The eldest young master is indeed powerful, bringing honor to the Xu family. Qingfeng never expected that the eldest young master's strength would be so formidable. He is truly admirable."
Xu Qingfeng said respectfully.
"Hmph, that's more like it."
Xu Xiwang gave a light snort, then turned to Xu Qingfeng and asked, "By the way, how's your cultivation progressing?"
"Reporting to Young Master, he has reached the peak of the seventh level of Qi and Blood."
"That won't do. We need to step up our efforts, or we'll be too disgraced for the Xu family."
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