"Young man, can you actually produce 4 million Return to True Pills?"
Yin Poli coldly fixed his gaze on Zhou Dao, his eyes sharp as swords, making no attempt to conceal his murderous intent.
"This isn't a place for you to play house. In the Dragon Tiger Sacred Land, if you dare to deceive, life and death can be decided in a single breath."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone involuntarily turned their attention to Zhou Dao.
Even a sect like the Sacrificial Ghost Sect couldn't produce 4 million Return to True Pills.
The audacity of this young man in front of them was somewhat suspicious.
"Young man, you don't create a stir like this... 4 million Return to True Pills could cost you your life," Yin Poli sneered.
"Can you produce them? If you can't, you'd better just kill yourself."
"Right, you've made a scene, it's time to pay up, isn't it?"
Suddenly, the venue erupted into chaos as many onlookers began to shout and make a fuss.