I am Ye Feng, and I have descended the mountain for revenge!
..."Stay away from him at all costs. If he goes berserk, even the top ten assassins won't want to confront him head-on."
"Young Master!"
The Lin family's protector immediately flew forward, helped the blood-covered Lin Yunxiao up from the ground, and quickly pressed several vital acupoints on his chest, channeling his true energy to protect his heart meridian.
He was both shocked and furious, staring intently at the Indian experts who were constantly approaching from the opposite side.
"Your actions are so ruthless; you've gone too far. Do you really think the Lin family of my Great Xia is easy to bully?"
Bang!
The one-armed old demon Han Gu transformed his spiritual energy into a giant foot, like a huge millstone, which descended from the sky and crushed all the tables, chairs, and benches at the auction venue to pieces.
He stomped on Lin Yunxiao's protector.
They trampled so hard that bones broke and even the hard marble floor was crushed.
The protector coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, mixed with fragments of internal organs.
"So what if I bully you!"
"The martial artists of the Great Xia Dynasty are only at this level, yet they still dare to dream of coming to retrieve their clan's artifacts. Heh."
The one-armed old demon, Han Gu, grinned with his withered mouth and let out a mocking sneer.
The old man protecting the path was so angry that his lungs felt like they were about to burst, and he kept spitting out blood.
The numerous martial artists from the Great Xia Dynasty around them were indignant and questioned the person in charge of the auction.
"Fighting is prohibited at the Childe family's auction, why are you doing nothing about it?"
"That's right, are you going to break the rules yourselves?"
"Exactly, who would dare to attend your auctions in the future?"
The person in charge of the auction shrugged.
āIām sorry, it was you Chinese who attacked first. Mr. Snowden was acting in self-defense.ā
"Therefore, this is a private matter between you, and it is not convenient for our auction house to intervene."
This is clearly biased.
The Snowden he mentioned was the black tycoon, whose full name was Snowden Burn.
Many of the people of the Great Xia Kingdom present were furious.
But there was nothing they could do; this was the Vatican, the headquarters of the Childe family.
Moreover, there were many experts all around, and powerful auras were released without restraint, which had a strong deterrent effect.
Anyone who dares to make a move will be killed on the spot.
The black tycoon Snowden became increasingly smug, practically wagging his tail in the air, pointing at a group of Great Xia warriors and speaking arrogantly.
"Don't be fooled by your recent great victory; it was just luck."
"You were cowards a hundred years ago, and you warriors of Great Xia are still cowards today!"
"This is the Vatican, not your Great Xia."
"I just want to take a picture of your clan's genitals right in front of you and use them as chamber pots, haha."
A group of martial artists from the Great Xia Dynasty were furious, and several of them couldn't help but take action.
However, they were subsequently killed by the one-armed old demon.
Bang!
Suddenly, a dull thud came from outside, and the outermost revolving door of the auction house was smashed open.
The heavy door panels flew everywhere, an entire wall collapsed, dust flew everywhere, and gravel flew everywhere.
The group of security guards at the entrance, all lackeys of the Childe family, were instantly killed by the shock, turning into clouds of blood mist that filled the entire auction venue.
Thick blood mist filled the air, the ground was littered with pieces of corpses, and the surrounding walls were splattered with blood, resembling a scene from hell.
Ye Feng strode over with his hands behind his back, his black robe clean and spotless.
Behind him were Dongfang Sheng, his seventh senior sister Jiang Yinuo, and others.
"Since when have some stinking fish and mudfish dared to come out and jump around? Since you are so unruly, don't blame me for being impolite."