Only after the golden light completely dissipated did everyone dare to return to their seats, but there was still a hint of horror in their eyes as they looked at the wooden box.
If a mere quasi-Emperor level spiritual weapon is this powerful, then how powerful must a quasi-Emperor level martial artist be?
Moreover, how powerful must the Divine Radiance Sword have been when it was a Divine Radiance Sword at the Spirit Emperor level?
It's simply unimaginable.
After taking a few deep breaths to calm his slightly shocked state, Zhang Peng's gaze fell on the central room, a strange smile appearing on his lips.
He murmured, in a voice so low no one could hear, "Big brother was right after all... the first person to bid was indeed this person..."
His admiration for his older brother Zhang Peng reached an unprecedented level.
Inside the second luxury room, when Wu Ming saw that ultimate light, his dark eyes immediately blazed with intense heat.
He only ever looked at Ye Mujiu with that kind of gaze.
For him, the allure of women and the allure of sacred artifacts were equally strong.
"Quickly, at all costs, I must have him..."
At this moment, Wu Ming already showed a slightly manic expression.
Seeing this, Qiu Haomiao knew his chance had come and a smile appeared on his face. But when he heard the price, his smile froze.
Thirty million Origin Stones.
Even if you emptied the treasury of his Tianyu Dynasty, it would be difficult to come up with that much money.
For a moment, he didn't dare to look into Wu Ming's wolfish eyes; he was a little afraid.
Seeing Qiu Haomiao's evasive gaze, Wu Ming instantly understood what Qiu Haomiao meant, and his expression turned somewhat ugly. "How much is still missing? I'll make up for it."
"Tens of millions..."
Qiu Haomiao mumbled something.
A seven-foot-tall middle-aged man acted like a junior in front of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, unable to straighten his back.
"You mean you don't want to pay a single penny?"
At this moment, Wu Ming's expression was more unpleasant than ever before.
Qiu Haomiao quickly shook his head and said, "No...no, the national treasury only has a few million Origin Stones, which is far from enough, so..."
As he finished speaking, his voice grew softer and softer.
Wu Ming chuckled coldly, then stopped looking at him and shifted his gaze to the world outside the window, where everyone's eyes had already converged on him.
As that childish voice rang out, he could clearly feel that the atmosphere in the auction hall became noticeably more heated.
"Why does that voice sound so familiar?"
Just as he was wondering, his name suddenly rang in his mind: Zhou Mu, yes, it was Zhou Mu.
After carefully considering it, he became even more certain.
The saying goes that rivals in love blush more when they meet, and the natural hostility from a rival in love is naturally the desire to overpower Zhou Mu.
As for Ye Mujiu's trip to the Great Qin Region, he already knew about it, and his heart burned even hotter.
The purpose of coming here is simply to enhance one's cultivation through a quasi-emperor level spiritual artifact.
After all, no matter how strong the Divine Realm is, it won't focus its energy on a mere Dharma Aspect Realm warrior, even if that warrior is the young master of the Divine Realm.
In the Divine Realm, the young master is probably the least valuable person.
Thinking of this, he, who was always proud and arrogant, decisively shouted, "Forty million!"
hiss!
A collective gasp of astonishment immediately filled the arena.
Immediately afterwards, countless horrified gazes converged on the private room where the conversation had just taken place.
There was much discussion.
"My God, he just casually mentioned ten million. We really don't understand the world of the rich."
"Whose spendthrift son is this? Doesn't he know he can add a million at a time?"
"What a spendthrift! Forty million... I'm afraid even if you emptied the Sword God Palace, you still couldn't come up with that much."
...
The atmosphere in the room was instantly stirred up.
It's even more bustling than a vegetable market.
However, what followed the initial surprise was curiosity about that spendthrift son.
After all, the starting bid of 30 million is more than the entire fortune of many people. Even if there is competition, it can be won in a few rounds at most, without any regard for the huge cost of 40 million.
But... who can blame them for being foolish and rich?
After being shocked, many onlookers marveled at the extravagance of the wealthy.
Faced with this amount, Zhou Mu, who was in the private room, was also a little surprised. He really didn't expect that even at this price, someone would still raise the price.
"Forehead……"
He glanced hesitantly at Han Fei, and seeing that the latter still had the same indifferent expression as usual, he suddenly stood up, placed his hands on the table, and a conflicted look flashed across his face.
In reality.
I was very hesitant.
Anyway, whether it's 30 million or 40 million, it's still a debt, so 10 million won't make a difference.
He smiled with satisfaction and raised his voice.
"Fifty million."
Upon hearing this, you were utterly devastated. Countless terrified gazes converged on you, but unfortunately, the hard wall blocked their view, preventing them from seeing the imposing man inside the private room.
"Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap..."
"My God, I've never seen so much money in my entire life..."
"I thought this guy was arrogant enough, but I was naive. There are always people more capable than you, and every spendthrift is more powerful than the last."
...
To some extent, fifty million Origin Stones are enough to create a Saint by force with abundant spiritual power. If one's talent is slightly higher, they might even be able to become a Saint King.
Now, using these exorbitantly priced 50 million source stones to purchase a spiritual artifact that can only enhance one's strength through external forces is, in the eyes of outsiders, no different than someone who has had their head caught in a door.
The cost-effectiveness is practically zero.
"Zhou Mu... I'm not done with you yet."
Wu Ming gritted his teeth, clenched his fist, and slammed it hard on the table. Instantly, the hard table shattered into two pieces.
Forty million Origin Stones was the limit he could afford, and that was on top of the several million Origin Stones that the Tianyu Dynasty had emptied its treasury of.
This made Qiu Haomiao, who was already terrified, even more frightened. He almost shrank his head to his neck, not daring to speak and trying to minimize his presence, for fear that the anger would touch him.
Despite his young age, Wu Ming can be more ferocious than Yama, the King of Hell, when he gets angry. Even someone as used to storms as him is terrified of him.
"Sixty million."
When Wu Ming quoted this price, he didn't think it through at all; he just blurted it out on impulse, and he regretted it as soon as it left his mouth.
His monthly salary was only a few hundred thousand Origin Stones. Over the decades, he had saved up a considerable amount of money through frugality, but no matter what, he could not come up with a price that could be described as sixty million.
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