203: Challenge the peak of the Holy King

Night Owl had already broken through to Saint Peak.

His combat power had increased immeasurably compared to when he was hunting Demonic Beasts.

A Saint King Peak like this Old Man is definitely no match for Night Owl.

"I came specifically to challenge you. Are you interested in making the bet a little bigger?" Night Owl looked at the Old Man, a playful smile appearing on his lips.

Didn't this Old Man just say he wanted others to send him more Spirit Stones?

In that case, he would make a big bet with the Old Man today. Challenging a Saint King Peak with his Saint Peak cultivation, the Old Man would probably agree no matter how large the stake was.

This way, he could fight Cultivators from Central State and win a large quantity of Spirit Stones—killing two birds with one stone.

"What!!"

"You, a Saint Peak, want to gamble against me, a Saint King Peak?"

Hearing Night Owl's reply, the Old Man stared at him in disbelief.

A Saint Peak engaging in a Gambling Match with a Saint King Peak, and wanting to bet as much as possible—this was truly handing him Spirit Stones.

After all, a Saint Peak defeating a Saint King Peak had never happened in the history of the Canglan Continent.

The Cultivators surrounding the Arena heard the conversation between the two.

They were also greatly shocked, staring at Night Owl on the stage as if he were a monster, letting out sounds of astonishment.

"Hiss, this Red-Haired Youth is too arrogant! Challenging a Saint King Peak while only at Saint Peak? Where did he get the courage?"

"Exactly, Saint Peak and Saint King Peak are separated by a Major Realm. Even the most monstrous genius couldn't possibly defeat someone a Major Realm higher."

"Tsk tsk tsk, strange things happen every year, but today is especially full of them. First, that Peak Heavenly Venerable instantly killed over a hundred people of the same realm, and now this Saint Peak wants to challenge a Saint King Peak. Truly bizarre!"

The dense crowd of Cultivators below the Arena focused their gaze entirely on the Saint King Arena.

They had never even heard of a Saint Peak challenging a Saint King Peak, let alone seen it before.

Because a Saint Peak simply doesn't have the courage to challenge a Saint King Peak, there has never been a record in the history of the Canglan Continent of anyone defeating an enemy across a Major Realm.

Since Night Owl was challenging a Saint King Peak with his Saint Peak cultivation today, they certainly didn't want to miss such a spectacular sight.

"What? Are you scared?" On the Arena stage, Night Owl smiled provocatively at the Old Man.

"Haha, I'm scared?"

The Old Man threw his head back and laughed heartily, looking disdainfully at Night Owl. "Little Brat, it's not that this Old Man is scared. It's that I fear winning against a Saint like you with a Saint King Body would be dishonorable and draw ridicule. However, since you want to hand this Old Man Spirit Stones, I won't be polite!"

"Tell me, how big do you want to bet? This Old Man will accompany you," the Old Man asked confidently.

"Hehe, wait a moment. I need to get something appraised to see how many Spirit Stones it's worth."

Seeing that the Old Man had agreed.

Night Owl grinned, replied, and took his Storage Ring toward the Referee beside the Saint King Arena.

Just now, he saw that some people didn't just bet Spirit Stones, but could also use Treasures to estimate the value for the Gambling Match.

Since he was going to gamble, he needed to maximize the profit, ensuring that this Saint King Peak Old Man lost everything.

The contents of his Storage Ring were all acquired during the azure emperor inheritance. The Spirit Stones inside were similar to Gu Chen's, amounting to about five or six billion Spirit Stones if converted to Mid-Grade Spirit Stones.

However, there were also many Saint Realm and Quasi-Emperor level Treasures inside that could be converted into Spirit Stones.

He just didn't know how many Spirit Stones these items were actually worth.

He needed the Referee to appraise them to know the exact quantity.

"Senior, please help me appraise the value." Night Owl handed his Storage Ring to the Saint Emperor Realm Referee below the Saint King Arena.

"Mhm." The Saint King Referee nodded, took Night Owl's ring, and began the appraisal.

These Referees all belonged to the Tianbao Chamber of Commerce and were skilled in appraising Treasures.

Soon, he raised his voice and shouted loudly, "This young friend's Treasures plus Spirit Stones total twenty-one billion eight hundred million Mid-Grade Spirit Stones!!"

He did this so that the participants in the Gambling Match would know exactly how many Spirit Stones Night Owl had. As for how the two bet or how large the stake was, he wouldn't interfere.

"Holy crap! This Red-Haired Youth is so rich! He actually has over twenty billion Mid-Grade Spirit Stones, richer than even an average Saint Emperor."

"He is indeed too rich. If he appraised this many Spirit Stones, the Old Man probably can't come up with that much."

"Hehe, this is getting funny now. A Saint Peak challenges a Saint King Peak, but the Saint King Peak is dirt poor and can't produce the Spirit Stones to accept the bet."

The Cultivators below the Arena were first shocked upon hearing Night Owl's Treasures were appraised at over twenty billion Mid-Grade Spirit Stones.

They immediately changed to a look of mockery.

They looked at the Saint King Peak Old Man on the stage, who had just confidently told Night Owl he would accompany any bet size.

They wanted to see how he would slap his own face.

Seeing Night Owl approach with the Storage Ring appraised at over twenty billion Mid-Grade Spirit Stones.

The Saint King Peak Old Man standing on the stage had a flushed face and looked extremely awkward.

His current total of Treasures and Spirit Stones was, at most, only about twelve billion Mid-Grade Spirit Stones, almost half of Night Owl's twenty billion plus.

The reason he was so confident just now was that he believed a Saint Peak would absolutely not possess too many Spirit Stones.

After all, it took him, a Saint King Peak, over a thousand years to accumulate this many Spirit Stones.

If Night Owl had seven or eight billion, that would already be a lot. Who knew Night Owl would be this wealthy, possessing over twenty billion? This was truly embarrassing now.

"Accept the bet. The total is twenty-one billion eight hundred million Mid-Grade Spirit Stones." Night Owl smiled and tossed the Storage Ring in his hand toward the Old Man.

"Wait, young friend, wait. Let's discuss the size of the stake again."

The Saint King Peak Old Man did not catch Night Owl's Storage Ring; instead, he used Spiritual Power to suspend it in the air, forcing a smile.

If he accepted the ring, it would mean he had to produce that many Spirit Stones to accept the Gambling Match.

If he couldn't produce them, he would be judged the loser. Therefore, he absolutely dared not accept Night Owl's Storage Ring.