"That's right, I will have this item." That Young Lord Ye spoke coldly.
Fifty-three million was already three million more than what Su Mei had estimated. Yang Dingtian was rather pleased, but this amount of money was totally impossible for him to bid that final item, the 8th-grade Devil Flame Saber Art.
"Hmph!" That person inside the No. 5 private room grunted.
Young Lord Ye laughed heartily instantly and said, "Mister Zuo, if you are unresigned, you can simply bid a higher price, I will be willing to keep you company. I can even tell you that I am even more determined to obtain the final item, that 8th-grade mystic skill Devil Flame Saber Art. I have already prepared double the funds."
Yang Dingtian's heart instantly shuddered.
Insane, this Young Lord Ye wasn't just going to pay 53 million for the 8th-grade Beast Soul Elixir. He had also prepared 100 million to purchase that 8th-grade Devil Flame Saber Art.