How is this possible?!
Qian Daoliu's mind was buzzing, as if he were trapped in an absurd nightmare.
He turned his head sharply, his gaze like two sharp swords, sweeping over the group of people behind Ning Liu again, quickly calculating in his mind.
He suddenly realized that if they really made a move today, not only would it be impossible to retrieve the soul bone, but it was also uncertain whether he could escape unscathed from the siege of so many people!
No, even if you bring all the offerings from the main hall, you still can't fight against it!
How can we fight like this?
Are you going to hit me with your head?!
A chill that penetrated to the bone, accompanied by an overwhelming sense of absurdity, instantly swept over Qian Daoliu's entire body.
He felt like a hunter who had stumbled into a den of dragons and tigers, thinking he was there to hunt, only to find himself the prey surrounded by countless prehistoric beasts.
Qian Daoliu's gaze finally fell back on Ning Liu.
The young man in white maintained a gentle smile throughout.
Who exactly is he?
What makes him so capable of making Tang Chen submit?
What makes him so special that both the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and the Haotian School would support him?
How could he possibly produce so many divine legacies?
Countless questions, like countless steel needles, pierced Qian Daoliu's heart.
The six-winged angel statue behind him dimmed slightly with its spiritual power.
The sacred pressure that had enveloped the entire city also quietly subsided.
This is a sign of weakness.
Qian Daoliu, the Grand Master who had stood at the pinnacle of the world for decades, yielded.
You have to admit it.
If the fight continues, he might die here today, becoming the biggest laughingstock in the history of the Spirit Hall.
He looked deeply at Ning Liu, then at Tang Chen in the distance. His expression was incredibly complex, containing shock, anger, and resentment, but above all, a sense of powerlessness.
He finally understood that Tang Chen's words, "My lord is putting it up for auction," were not a joke or a mere amusement.
It is not a statement of fact.
A fact he had to accept.
Ning Liu watched the changes in Qian Daoliu's expression, and his smile grew even wider.
He knew the time was right.
He bowed slightly to Qian Daoliu again, his voice still clear and melodious:
"Your Excellency, the auction is about to begin. Would you like to remain here, or move in and share these rare treasures with the world's elite?"
These words sound polite, but their meaning is self-evident.
Or, come in and be a guest.
Alternatively, try to see if you can break through this inescapable net.
Qian Renxue, standing beside Qian Daoliu, remained silent.
She looked at Ning Liu, whose face was even more handsome than the "Xue Qinghe" she had once disguised herself with. For the first time, she felt a feeling of "amazement" in this person of the same age.
for a long time.
Just when everyone below thought a great battle was about to break out, Qian Daoliu's majestic voice finally rang out again, only this time with a hint of hoarseness.
"good."
He only said one word.
But this one word carries immense weight.
It represents the bowing of a peerless Douluo, and the first setback to the Spirit Hall's decades-long prestige.
"Since it's an auction, then my Spirit Hall will naturally participate."
Qian Daoliu's voice returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.
"The Angel Soul Bone belongs to my Spirit Hall. No matter the cost, I will take it back."
This is both a way for him to save face and a declaration of his determination.
We can't win a fight.
Then just throw money at it!
He refused to believe that, in terms of financial resources, there was anyone on the continent who could truly rival the Spirit Hall!
Ning Liu laughed:
"Of course, the Glazed Heaven welcomes any guest. High Priest, please."
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