Golden Rock

"Damn you!"

Chan Tuo, the ugly old man cursed under his breath while staring toward Jian Wushuang's room with thick killing intent.

However, he finally withdrew his killing intent, sighed lightly, and no longer followed up with another bid.

The Earth Ultimate Gods in the individual rooms were disbelieved upon seeing Chan Tuo's not reacting for a while.

"Looks like that old toad has given up."

"Haha! Forty million Primordial Stones? Even an ordinary Heavenly Ultimate God will have to liquidate all of his possessions to come up with that sum. The old toad does have some skills, but I'm afraid he won't be able to pay that much."

"I wonder who's the man in that room that even refuses to give Chan Tuo face. He's probably someone important since he can come up with forty million Primordial Stones just like that."

The Transmigration Sword Formation's auction ended amid praises and exclamations.