"Damn, turns out this guy was just bluffing. I said, how could he be this incredible."
"Exactly, I've lost so much for nothing. If I see him outside the city, I'd beat him to death."
"Haha! With your strength as an Eight Transformation Martial Saint, fighting him would be bullying."
Meanwhile, Ye Feng's actions made these people gnash their teeth in anger.
"Hehe!" Ye Feng chuckled. 'Hope your luck is good, or I'll beat you so hard your mom won't recognize you.'
Not to mention he's just an Eight Transformation Martial Saint, even if he were a Quasi-god, Ye Feng wouldn't take him seriously.
It's a joke, Ye Feng's power could easily crush an ordinary Quasi-god.
Of course, Ye Feng isn't able to handle the too powerful Quasi-gods.
After the crowd cursed a few times, a new round started again.
This time, after the dealer finished shaking, Ye Feng wagered 10 High Level Spirit Stones on the bigger half.
However, this time, no one followed Ye Feng's bet.
