As expected, upon hearing Tang Yan's words, Yao Qian's body trembled with anger, and a strong killing intent burst forth.

Fang Wentian felt a headache coming on. How did such a troublemaker emerge from Yun City?

Just as he was feeling helpless, Mo Bin, who was sitting nearby, coughed.

"Young man, Young Master Su has already lost his combat ability, and the competition must go on. Why not give me some face and stop here? Two billion silver is too much; how about changing it to twenty million? What do you think?"