Yang Jiyan and Pei Mingqiu opened their mouths and spit out a mouthful of blood.

It's not that they want to complain, one is because the blood attacks the heart, and the other is just seriously injured by Su Mu.

Feng Siming was shaken and looked at Su Mu blankly. Finally, his throat felt sweet and he forcefully held back his blood.

If the sect loses, it’s okay, I’ll give it to you.

Two trillion U.S. dollars, it’s still okay, here it is for you.

but!!!

You ride on the horse...!

One hundred and two trillion US dollars!!

This is you.

No one would believe what Su Mu said.

This is awesome for you to brag about.

Anyone with some common sense in finance knows that all the net assets in the world add up to just one trillion US dollars.

This data is real and verifiable.

You, Su Mu, the money you can spend on your own is equivalent to buying the earth. Why do you have to give you a moon as a gift?

I'm a bitch.

But Feng Siming knew that Su Mu would not lie.

Because he knew that this wealth, if converted into the currency of the Hall of Valor, was actually nothing more than the assets of a chosen family.

But that is a family of voters.

Although he, Feng Siming, was born in the Xuanwu clan and had a noble status, he was... he was not the Son of God.

Even the Son of God cannot control so much wealth.

If you ask his elder brother Feng Wuchen to come, Feng Wuchen will also vomit blood.

The more he thought about it, the more his scalp became numb.

The more he thought about it, the more he had the urge to pass out.

On his forehead and neck, the veins were wriggling violently like earthworms.

Now, he wants to leave the bunch of bastards behind him and let them sell their butts.

I won't pay you this money.

I can't afford it either.

When did money on earth make people so shocked?

If it were just like this, Feng Siming probably wouldn't be too desperate.

But the straw that broke the camel's back finally appeared.

Su Mu blinked at Feng Siming, moved forward, and then secretly stretched out his hand.

"Your Highness, look, I still have this thing, not many, maybe thirty or fifty. How much do you think this is worth?

Feng Siming's eyes almost fell out of his head. He was trembling all over as he looked at the tube of blue liquid in Su Mu's hand and shouted in horror:

"Damn it! Source liquid, how could you have such pure source liquid, you, you, you...poof!!"

Feng Siming simply raised his neck, spitting out a mouthful of blood, then closed his eyes and passed out.

Before he fainted and died, he felt extremely happy.

Finally passed out.

No matter what, it's impossible for me to wake up.
Chapter completed!