"Did I hear that right? One gold soul coin? Am I hearing things, or is that pretty host out of her mind?"
"A piece of Angel God's inherited soul bone, starting bid, one gold soul coin? What... what does this mean? Humiliation! This is blatant humiliation!"
"Hiss—the Glazed Heaven Sect is going to completely break ties with the Spirit Hall! This is even worse than declaring war!"
"This is more than just ruthless; it's practically rubbing the Spirit Hall's face into the ground! It's telling the whole continent that your treasures are worthless to me, but you still have to pay exorbitant prices to buy them back!"
"I... do you think if I shouted out, 'Two gold soul coins, will I be reduced to ashes by a Title Douluo from the Spirit Hall?'"
"Brother, I advise you to be kind."
"But honestly, if I could participate in an auction for a soul bone of this caliber even once in my life, I'd die happy!"
The murmurs, gasps of surprise, and gloating snickers merged into a cacophony. Everyone understood Ning Liu's intention.
This pricing strategy is a killer move.
It completely stripped the item of its financial attributes, turning it into a pure "ransom".
Prices are no longer determined by value, but by the shamelessness of the Spirit Hall. You have to ask for whatever price you're willing to pay for your reputation.
Moreover, the Spirit Hall has no choice but to pay this price.
Inside the No. 1 private room.
"Snap—"
The armrest beneath Qian Daoliu shattered with a crack, and dust slipped from between his fingers.
His eyes were no longer crimson, but a blood-red color burning with golden flames.
The words "one gold soul coin" were like three resounding slaps to his face, and to the entire Spirit Hall.
As the high priest of the angels, he served the gods and protected the traditions throughout his life. How could he have ever suffered such a humiliation?
A terrifying aura suddenly erupted from his body, no longer the previous oppressive aura, but a pure, violent, and undisguised killing intent!
The air in the entire private room seemed to have been sucked out, and golden soul power flames twisted and rose around him, turning everything around him into a destructive gold.
"Ning-Liu!"
Qian Daoliu squeezed out two words through gritted teeth, each word filled with a hatred that wanted to tear a person apart.
He was almost ready to rush out and turn that damned little beast, along with the entire auction house, to ashes.
However, just as he was about to lose control, a figure appeared on the auction stage below without warning.
It was a tall, imposing figure, with his hands behind his back, standing there quietly.
He didn't release any soul power or exude any pressure, but his appearance instantly silenced the noisy venue.
That invisible sense of oppression was heavier than any titled Douluo's domain, directly affecting the depths of everyone's soul.
Tang Chen!
The name of that legend came to mind for everyone.
Inside the top-tier VIP room, the golden volcano about to erupt was forcibly suppressed the moment this figure appeared. Qian Daoliu's pupils suddenly contracted as he stared intently at the person on the stage.
Tang Chen didn't look at anyone, but slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing through the crystal wall and meeting Qian Daoliu's gaze in the air.
His eyes were calm, without mockery, provocation, or even hostility, only an unfathomable indifference.
Then he spoke.
The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly reached Qian Daoliu's ears.
"Qian Daoliu, I advise you to be rational."
Those four simple words were like a bucket of ice water, poured over Qian Daoliu's burning rage.
reason?
Of course he knows he needs to be rational!
But Tang Chen's appearance, and the appearance of the soul bone in this auction, are the most irrational things to do!
In front of the entire continent, Qian Daoliu was humiliated by a junior and warned by an old rival, yet he could do nothing about it.
"puff--"
A mouthful of blood welled up in his throat, but Qian Daoliu forced it back down. The taste, a mixture of metallic sweetness and humiliation, drove him almost mad.
He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his palms, drawing blood, but he was completely unaware.
Seeing that the soul power fluctuations in Qian Daoliu's private room had subsided, Tang Chen shifted his gaze away from it, as if he had only done something insignificant.
He turned his head and glanced at DouDou beside him, whose face was pale but who was still standing with great effort. He nodded slightly as a greeting, and then disappeared without a trace in a flash.
They came silently and left without a trace.
It was as if he had never existed.
But his brief appearance caused the entire venue to erupt in a different kind of excitement.
"As expected of the former sect master of the Haotian Sect, Your Majesty Tang Chen!"
"He's actually here! Liuli Tian... they actually managed to persuade this legendary being to come!"
"This time... the Spirit Hall has really bitten off more than they can chew."
"I understand now, this isn't an auction at all, it's a trap! A trap specifically set up for the Spirit Hall?!"
The gazes of everyone looking at the No. 1 private room were filled with complex emotions.
Sympathy, pity, apprehension, and a hint of barely concealed schadenfreude.
On the auction stage, DouDou let out a long sigh of relief, feeling that his back was soaked with cold sweat.
For a brief moment, she really thought she was going to die.
She composed herself and forced a professional smile back onto her face, though the smile looked somewhat stiff.
"Thank you for Your Majesty Tang Chen's presence, which provides the most reliable guarantee for the fairness of our auction."
Her words were very clever, twisting Tang Chen's warning into an act of maintaining order at the auction.
"Then, let's continue."
She raised the small wooden mallet in her hand, and her clear, melodious voice rang out again, striking the hearts of everyone present.
"Angel God's Legacy Left Arm Bone, starting bid: one gold soul coin! No upper limit on bid increments! Bidding begins now!"
The entire venue fell into dead silence once again.
Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the single target—the number one private room.
Time passed second by second.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
That silence was like an invisible hand, gripping everyone's throats, including Qian Daoliu's dignity.
He knew what he was waiting for, and what everyone else in the room was waiting for.
He had to speak.
He had to be the first to speak.
Only he could speak.
Every second of silence was another form of torture for him and for the Spirit Hall.
Finally, in the midst of an oppressive silence, a roar erupted from the No. 1 VIP room, shaking the entire auction hall.
"One hundred million!"
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