In another VIP Pavilion, Ten Thousand Thunder Saint Heir's face turned dark. He hadn't expected to fail at the auction this time.
"Brother Lei, what should we do? Should we just kill him and take the goods?"
Beside him, Cao Yun also gritted his teeth.
To think that he, a Candidate Saint Son with such a noble status, was humiliated twice today - it was something he couldn't tolerate.
He wished he could kill the other party to vent his hatred.
However, Ten Thousand Thunder Saint Heir squinted his eyes, "Don't you have another fight with him?"
"Here's the plan: after the auction ends, head to the battle zone on the First Level and fight him with the Innate Purple Thunder Stone as the wager."
"No matter how strong that kid is, he probably isn't your match."
"If you win me the Innate Purple Thunder Stone, I'll find a way to make you the actual Ten Thousand Thunder Saint Son."
"What? Are you serious?"
Upon hearing this, Cao Yun was moved.
