"One trillion Divine Crystals, you really dare to say that. Can you produce them?" retorted Qin Tianyou from the Wushuang Empire.
"What's there not to produce for a little change?" Zhang Menglong directly pulled out ten thousand fifth-grade Divine Crystals. "This is my wager. Is there anyone willing to serve as a notary?"
"Geez! Carrying one trillion Divine Crystals in cash? What's this guy's background?"
"He calls this pocket change? Who can carry one trillion in pocket change?"
"Hahaha, look at that guy from the Wushuang Empire, he's panicking."
"One trillion is equivalent to the total assets of some fairly high-grade countries; who can easily produce that? I bet among these billions of people, fewer than ten thousand can manage it."
"Bro, you're thinking we're too rich; I think it would be good if it exceeds a thousand."
"This kid must have tens of trillions on him! One trillion is just a drop in the ocean, don't fall for it."
