The overwhelming power and bloodshed made those with low mental strength levels want to submit.

Agares tightened his clasped hands, straightened his back like a pine tree, and sat in his seat like the most unshakable boulder in the darkness.

Standing on the stage, Huai Guo took several steps back until he reached the corner of the stage before stopping. His mental strength and physical abilities were not weak in the auction house, but he could not withstand the power of that knife being sharpened.

Did they miscalculate and miss the mark with that knife? Was its value far greater than 700 million, or even higher?

Jiang Si sharpened the blade, then with a flick of her right hand, she pulled the hilt back, and the five level-5 zombie crystal cores she had embedded in the table vanished instantly.

Jiang Si casually embedded 20 zombie crystal cores on the table: 5 for level 6 zombies, 5 for level 7 zombies, and 10 for level 8 zombies.

She pressed the tip of her knife against the level 6 zombie crystal cores once more. With a whoosh, the tip of her knife slashed past, the flames intensifying. With another whoosh, the five level 6 zombie crystal cores vanished without a trace, leaving not even ashes.

Next came the level 7 zombie crystal core. The blade rubbed against it four times, and the level 7 zombie crystal core disappeared in the firelight.

Afterwards, the blade rubbed against the 10 level 8 zombie crystal cores six times, the firelight disappeared, the rust on the blade was worn away, and mysterious dark patterns emerged.

The blade gleamed coldly, exuding a murderous aura, as if it had been soaked in a sea of ​​blood from corpses.

The entire auction hall was enveloped by this chilling aura and oppressive power. Those with low mental strength levels would have collapsed to their knees if they hadn't been given seats.

Jiang Si gripped the hilt of the sword with one hand, twirling it in a flourish. The sharp aura of the sword enveloped the stage. She slowly said, "The Tang sword originated from the ring-pommel sword of the Han Dynasty, but it is different. The blade is narrow and straight, extremely sharp, and the hilt is long enough to be used with both hands. Its speed is also fast, and in a short while, it can kill generals and seize flags."

"Simply put, this is a battle sword. Do you see this ring on the hilt? More than 2,000 years before the zombie apocalypse on ancient Earth, in the era of cold weapons, there were no cannons or guns, only swords. When foreign tribes invaded, the warriors would go to the battlefield, wrap cloth around this ring, and then use the cloth to tie the handle and the sword together."

"In this way, whether it is close combat or horseback fighting, even if you are defeated and fall off your horse, you can ensure that your sword is always in your hand, that you are always with your sword, and that you can kill the enemy general, seize his flag, and never retreat. These are all the spirit of the Chinese people."

"Then, the Tang sword was passed down and was modified and developed during the Sui and Tang Dynasties. The rings on the sword gradually disappeared, making it more beautiful and aesthetically pleasing overall."

“The island nation sent envoys to Tang China during the prosperous Tang Dynasty. The Tang rulers at that time gave them many gifts.”

"As I said earlier, the people of the island nation regarded the Tang Dynasty as the Celestial Empire. At its most glorious, the Tang Dynasty had tribute from all directions, dominated the world, and had countless surrounding vassal states paying tribute. The world's output at that time was not as great as that of the Tang Dynasty."

"The knife in my hand originated in the Tang Dynasty and was forged using the most advanced forging techniques of that time. It was unparalleled in the world at that time. So, the gentleman who just yelled at me, your entire family and ancestors for eighteen generations are not as valuable as it. You don't need to find it an island nation as its parent. It was born in China. Its parent is China. Do you understand?"

Everyone held their breath.

Looking at the people on the stage.

Looking at the knife in her hand, its blade long and straight, gleaming with a cold light, one is suddenly transported to the age of weaponry, where countless warriors wielded knives, vowing to defend their homeland to the death, refusing to yield an inch to the invaders, and never retreating in the face of death.

The person who had been yelling at Jiang Si was so intimidated by the aura emanating from her that he slumped back in his chair, feeling resentful: "You brat, you think you can just say whatever you want? You talk like you're from the Tang Dynasty."

Jiang Si gripped the knife hilt with her left hand as well, holding it with both hands together. "Yes, you make it sound like I'm from the Tang Dynasty, as if you believe me."

"Hahaha, talking nonsense, utter rubbish..."

The person who was shouting "Say!" hadn't even finished speaking when his voice abruptly stopped.

Jiang Si gripped the knife hilt and swung it towards the shouting people.

With a clang, everyone saw only a flash of cold light.

Immediately afterwards.

"Ah!" The person who had been shouting let out a shrill scream.

Jiang Si turned her hand over and pressed the tip of the knife against the ground, then braced her hand on the hilt: "Sir, I'll give you another chance to rephrase your words."

The man who was shouting covered his left eye with his hand, and blood flowed out from between his fingers. Even with the best medical skills in the interstellar era, his eye could not be restored to sight, not even with an eye transplant.

"Don't push your luck." The person with that man stood up: "This is an auction house, how dare you shout like that?"

"Ouch!" Jiang Si glanced at Huai Guo beside her. "Could you please turn on the light? I want to see what kind of dog it is. You're allowed to bark, but I'm not allowed to hit it or see what it looks like?"

After thinking it over for a while, Huai Guo suddenly turned on the light.

The entire venue instantly brightened up.

Over 100,000 people were seated around the auction hall.

The person with the blind man, exposed to the light, lacked confidence: "What, freedom of speech? You can't even let others speak? Do you think this auction house is your private property?"

Jiang Si squinted at them, her voice clear, firm, and resounding: "Yes, freedom of speech, but you've crossed my line."

"I corrected you in time, so you would know that not everything belongs to island nation or Korea. What, you won't let me say it? If you won't let me say it, then you'll go it alone and beat me. I'll apologize to you, okay?"

"Pah, I won't stoop to the level of a slut like you..."

"Smack!"

Before the man could finish speaking, his left cheek was slapped hard as if by an invisible hand.

His cheek burned and swelled up. He covered his face, looking around as if he'd seen a ghost: "Who? Who hit me?"

The people sitting around him immediately stood up and kept their distance from the two of them, afraid of getting involved with them and being affected themselves.

"Apologize? My patience is running out." Jiang Si sneered, issuing her final announcement to the two men who were covering their eyes and faces: "Gentlemen, I'll count to three. If you don't apologize by then, I can send you both to the hospital for life!"