Wu Weili's gaze was cold to the extreme, his eyes glimmering with a chilling light.
"Young Master Lin truly fits the stereotype of the nouveau riche. So naïve and wasteful with money. Fine, I'll let you have this Blood Dropping Sword."
Lin Chen chuckled inwardly: "An elite spiritual artifact like the Blood Dropping Sword isn't something money alone can buy. If Wu Weili knew that, he would probably compete with me to the bitter end, even if it meant exhausting his family's resources."
Wu Weili withdrew from the bidding, and the Blood Dropping Sword finally landed in Lin Chen's possession.
At this moment, all eyes were fixed on Lin Chen. Everyone was deeply curious—just who was this man who had managed to defeat Zhonghai's number one scion, Wu Weili, twice?
Wu Weili's expression turned ominous as he whispered to a black-clad man beside him, "Get ready. Keep a close watch on that brat. Kill him and bring me that sword."
