Victor's words sounded so harsh to the ears of every noble lord present.

But at this moment, everyone remained silent.

Viktor's aura surged like a tidal wave, making the surrounding air feel incredibly heavy, carrying a chilling and dangerous atmosphere.

This subtle atmosphere stirred within the auction house, raising a wide red curtain as if foreshadowing an impending storm.

The wind seemed to swirl within the auction hall, lifting the wide red curtains along with it.

The aura of sharp blades hanging overhead made the noble lords present feel immense pressure.

They swallowed nervously, their hearts pounding as if they were in their throats.

The huge auction hall fell silent instantly; the previous noise and shouting had completely subsided.

Cold sweat beaded on the foreheads of the noble lords, and feeling the chill in the air, they all silently shut their mouths.

It was as if, at any moment, the invisible blade hanging overhead would mercilessly slit their throats.

In this oppressive atmosphere that made it almost impossible to breathe, some lords even unconsciously placed their hands on the longswords hanging at their waists.

It seems that only by doing this can they find their own sense of security and maintain a semblance of calm.

The atmosphere at that moment was indeed terrifying.

Sitting behind Viktor, Aurelion could even feel a powerful, almost irresistible, intimidating force emanating from the front.

She looked up and saw Victor's black trench coat swinging wildly in the air, as if he were being carried by the wind, which was terrifying.

The icy aura sent a chill down her spine, the coldness spreading from her chest to her entire back.

What exactly is the teacher trying to do?

August, who was sitting not far away, also sensed this unusual atmosphere.

He stood up, with a hint of nervousness and doubt, and said:

“Congressman Clavner, you…”

But before he could finish speaking, Victor had already stepped into the hall.

But miraculously, his foot did not miss the mark.

On the contrary, Viktor seemed to be standing on a whirlwind, his body lifted up by the wind.

The wind still swept through the entire auction hall, but Victor seemed to be walking down an invisible whirlwind staircase, slowly descending to the first floor.

Accompanied by the echoing footsteps in the air, the trench coat swung wildly in the wind, crackling loudly.

With each step, Victor moved closer to the iron cage behind the auctioneer.

Until his feet finally touched the ground, stepping onto the golden platform.

He faced the beautiful auctioneer in front of him and spoke indifferently:

"It seems they have no other objections."

"And what about you?"

At this moment, the noble lords and wealthy people present finally realized what was happening.

While they were indeed afraid of Viktor, Viktor had really gone too far!

Isn't this move a warning to everyone?

This is outrageous!

This is the Kingdom of Kant!

Most people felt dissatisfied and wanted to get justice from Viktor.

Some people even turned their attention to August.

But when they saw that August had done nothing, they couldn't help but feel discouraged.

However, some nobles still stepped forward.

He was extremely dissatisfied, and looking at Viktor below, he couldn't help but speak out angrily:

“I didn’t say I would answer…”

Biu!

Almost the instant he spoke, a dark purple bolt of lightning descended from the sky, transforming into a long, winding serpent that shot towards the nobleman.

Just before making contact with the nobleman, Thunder bent its body and crashed into the ground some distance away.

Bang!

A huge crater was blasted into the golden walls and ground, dust billowed up, and arcs of electricity flickered within the crater.

A huge crater appeared, the golden walls were blasted apart, dust flew everywhere, and arcs of electricity flickered in the crater.

This happened almost in the blink of an eye, leaving everyone with little time to react.

They only felt a moment later, when a shocking bolt of lightning suddenly struck.

For a moment, everyone stared in silence at the deep crater blasted out by the purple lightning.

Their eyes widened, their mouths slightly open, and even their breathing seemed to freeze.

The nobleman who spoke could still feel the scorching heat of the lightning flashing around him.

He glanced back slightly and saw the arc of electricity still flickering along its path, a tingling sensation seemingly washing over him.

In the end, he wisely shut his mouth.

Victor didn't even turn his head; his cold voice slowly echoed in the surrounding air:

"I didn't say you could speak."

threaten!

A clear and hard threat.

The hands of countless noble lords clenched unconsciously, but soon, a slight sense of powerlessness was revealed between their fingers.

Who were they facing?

Victor Clevina.

He was like a bomb hanging in mid-air; even the king had to be extremely respectful in his presence.

But it is precisely because of this that at this moment, more nobles are showing their utter dissatisfaction.

All because of Augustus, this young king, who gave Victor far too much respect!

Some noble lords turned to look at August, a deep resentment in their eyes.

If the old king were still alive, he would never tolerate such arrogance from the people of the empire.

August, still a bit lacking.

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