The crimson glint came too fast and too abruptly.

Before Xuan Yi's terrifying pressure could fully reach Dou Dou, a slight but piercing tearing sound rang out.

However, the blood-red spear did not actually pierce through; it merely stopped half an inch in front of Xuan Yi's back.

However, the blood-red light emanating from the spear tip left a clearly visible and deep scratch on the protective soul power that Xuan Yi had hastily gathered.

Xuan Yi's face, which had been flushed red with rage, suddenly turned pale, and then turned ashen.

He could feel the extreme sharpness contained in the spear tip grazing his soul power defense, and even bringing a faint stinging pain.

Inside the private room, Shui Bing'er instinctively covered her mouth, her eyes filled with horror.

The dean of Tianshui Academy also narrowed his eyes, staring intently at the suddenly appearing blood-red spear.

The situation on the field just now made them think that the millennium-old elixir had no chance today.

However, it seems now...

Suddenly, the spear trembled slightly and then drew a sharp arc in the air.

A figure appeared in a corner of the auction house at some unknown time, extending one hand and firmly grasping the long spear that exuded a tragic aura.

The newcomer was an old man, with a tall and straight figure like a pine tree, an ancient face, and extremely sharp eyes.

He was dressed in a simple gray outfit, with eight spirit rings quietly appearing beneath his feet, displaying his powerful strength as a Soul Douluo.

It was none other than Yang Wudi, the patriarch of the Po clan!

When Xuan Yi realized that the person who made the move was just an eight-ring Soul Douluo, he was first stunned, and then the anger in his heart burned even more fiercely.

"Hehe, hehehe!"

Xuan Yi's voice was full of disdain, and he said contemptuously.

"Liuli Tian, ​​is this your way of treating guests?"

"A mere Soul Douluo dares to be so insolent before me?"

His gaze swept over Yang Wudi, then turned to Dou Dou on the auction stage.

"What, is Liulitian out of people to use?"

"Still resorting to sneak attacks? You have to resort to such underhanded tactics?"

After a brief silence, the auction hall erupted in another uproar.

"Pah! You old dog Xuan Yi, we addressed you respectfully as Xuanming Douluo before, and after receiving such treatment from you, you still have the nerve to accuse others of sneak attacking us?"

"Exactly! You're a Title Douluo, what kind of skill is it to attack a girl who's only level 30?

"They're calling it stopping you from committing violence! Their skin is thicker than a city wall!"

"That old guy has truly disgraced the title of Title Douluo!"

Some Soul Masters who had previously been intimidated by Xuan Yi's aura now mustered their courage and echoed him.

"Huh? Isn't that... Yang Wudi, the patriarch of the Po clan?"

Meanwhile, among the crowd, some knowledgeable Soul Masters recognized Yang Wudi's identity, their voices tinged with surprise.

"The Broken Clan? Didn't they leave the Haotian Sect a long time ago and have been living alone ever since?"

"Yes, I heard that when the Spirit Hall suppressed the Clear Sky Sect, the Breaking Clan was a tough nut to crack. How come they would appear at the auction house in Liuli Heaven?"

(Information about the four clan leaders' previous actions was blocked, so some audience members were unaware of it.)

Discussions arose one after another, and everyone's attention quickly shifted from Xuan Yi's domineering attitude to the unexpected appearance of Yang Wudi.

Some admired Yang Wudi's courage, for daring to confront a Title Douluo head-on while only being a Soul Douluo.

"Clan Chief Yang Wudi truly lives up to his reputation; such courage is not something an ordinary person can possess!"

"Countless souls have perished under the Soul-Shattering Spear. It seems Xuan Yi has bitten off more than he can chew!"

However, some people felt that Yang Wudi's move was too reckless, after all, there is an insurmountable gap between a Soul Douluo and a Title Douluo.

"A Contra Douluo challenging a Title Douluo? Isn't that courting death?"

"Even if Yang Wudi is strong and his attacks are sharp, a Title Douluo is not someone he can easily fool, right?"

"Moreover, this Xuanming Douluo is a defensive type, isn't he?"

Inside the private room, Tang San clenched his fists again.

He looked at Yang Wudi, who was holding a long spear and confronting Xuan Yi in the arena, and a strange emotion welled up in his heart.

This is strength, this is confidence.

Yu Xiaogang's expression was also complicated, and he said in a low voice:

"The Breaking Clan is known for its offensive capabilities. Yang Wudi's Soul-Breaking Spear has top-tier attack power among Soul Douluo players, and can even threaten newly-titled powerhouses."

In another private room, Ghost Douluo spoke in a ghostly voice:

“Your Holiness, this Yang Wudi does have some backbone.”

Bibi Dong held her teacup with a faint smile on her lips, remaining silent.

Others might not know, but she was well aware of the strength of Ning Liu's forces.

The four single-attribute clans are one thing, but the two titled Douluo haven't even made a move yet!

In the auction hall, Yang Wudi held the Soul-Breaking Spear, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground, with a blood-red aura flowing erratically.

He ignored the surrounding chatter and stared straight at Xuan Yi.

"Xuan Yi".

Yang Wudi spoke.

"I see you're nothing special, so stop showing off!"

He paused, then said, word by word:

"How about we make a bet?"

"Oh? A bet?"

"What are we betting on?"

Xuan Yi was taken aback.

"I bet you can't withstand my next move."

"If you can't stop them, apologize to my Liuli Tian, ​​and then get out!"

"If you can withstand it..."

Yang Wudi's tone remained unchanged, "I will buy this eight-pointed ice grass for you and give it to you!"

These words shocked the entire audience!

An apology? Get out?

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