"Amazing!" Watching Fang Jueyu boast with such grandeur, even the four people taking the exam with him couldn't help but give him thumbs up.
What's the concept of 30 million source currency? You could easily buy out a fourth-level civilization, it's an enormous fortune for anyone. Yet, for this young man named Wang Dachui, 30 million source currency was seemingly no different from 3,000 cosmic currency.
The super-rich civilization surely has to be incredibly wealthy!
Siria returned to Fang Jueyu's side, following him like a shadow. Only then did the oppressive aura filling the exam room gradually dissipate, and Nuosang and others finally recovered from the suffocating sensation.
"Master Nuo Sang, you almost got us killed just now!"
"That's right, Master Nuo Sang. We are here to seek your help, but you can't just set us up like this. If a demigod gets really angry, killing us all here wouldn't be surprising!"
