Sweeping the Child auction
The scene at the auction.
Many martial artists from the Great Xia Dynasty were overjoyed to see Ye Feng, as if he were their savior.
"It's Ye Tianshen, the sect leader of the Blood Mist Sect!"
Wherever he went, blood mist exploded, becoming Ye Feng's trademark.
"We beg God Ye to stand up for our people."
"God Ye, this black donkey is going too far! Please, God Ye, do us justice!"
Having just won a great victory, and in front of martial artists from all over the world, beheaded martial artists from the United States and thirty other countries, the nation is thrilled.
The black tycoon Snowden was taken aback; he hadn't expected Ye Feng to suddenly appear.
The fierce and murderous aura emanating from the other party terrified him.
But if they were to retreat now, wouldn't that be a disgrace to the Bourne family?
He shrank back, then forced himself to come closer.
"Sect Leader Ye, I am from the Bourne family..."
"Who do you think you are? You have no right to talk to me."
puff!
Before he could finish speaking, Ye Feng slapped him to death, his body shattering into pieces.
The enormous hand of spiritual energy left a deep pit in the ground, and the violent shockwave blasted Snowden's henchmen, along with the auctioneer, into a bloody mist.
Ye Feng was domineering and forceful, forcing everyone to retreat continuously; no one dared to challenge him.
The eight tones of the Heavenly Dragon transformed into rolling sound waves, reverberating all around.
"Anyone who dares to bid for our Great Xia's clan artifacts, I'll kill them without hesitation, even if it's the Heavenly King himself."
boom--
The entire auction house was largely destroyed by the earthquake, with smoke and dust filling the air and debris flying everywhere.
Screams rang out incessantly.
Those experts who were hiding in the shadows and overseeing the auction were killed on the spot, and bursts of blood mist exploded outwards.
Like scalding hot snow being poured on, there was no way to fight back.
The remaining auction experts were so shocked that they staggered back, gasping in astonishment.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the Indian expert, the one-armed old demon, turned tail and ran.
Weren't you very arrogant just now?
Ye Feng descended from the sky with his spiritual energy.
With one stomp, he crushed the one-armed old demon into a bloody pulp, leaving a deep crater in the ground.
It's like stepping on an ant; I wouldn't even bother to glance at it.
Several of the surrounding stone pillars were broken by the tremor.
The many martial artists of the Great Xia Dynasty were deeply moved and their blood was boiling.
Lin Yunxiao, supporting himself against the stone pillar beside him, struggled to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Ye Feng with a complicated expression.
"I never expected him to save me."
Ye Feng had already incurred the wrath of the Lin family by killing two prodigies, Lin Baojian and Lin Chuixiao.
Many of the martial artists present knew about Ye Feng and praised him, admiring him even more.
"As expected of Ye Tianshen, he has a broad mind and does not hold grudges."
"A prime minister's belly can hold a boat, and a general's forehead can run a horse."
"One's perspective on life determines how high one can go."
In reality, Lin Yunxiao was being presumptuous. Ye Feng's actions had nothing to do with him; he was simply trying to reclaim the Great Xia clan's artifact.
Ye Feng's chilling gaze fell on the person in charge of the auction, and he grabbed him from a distance.
"Who gave you the right to auction off artifacts of my Great Xia clan?"
"They're tired of living."
The other party was so frightened that they couldn't even speak.
"Spare me, spare me, let me explain..."
"Explanation my ass."
Ye Feng, too lazy to listen to his rambling, placed his large hand on his head and used the Soul Searching Technique to obtain the information he wanted.
It is mainly the location of the Childe family's headquarters.
And how many clan artifacts were actually at the auction?
After obtaining the desired information.
The spiritual energy transformed into flames, burning the person to ashes. The shrill screams were chilling.
"Anyone here who doesn't want to die, leave behind all the Great Xia clan artifacts you just photographed, except for Great Xia warriors."
"Otherwise, kill them without exception."
Ye Feng's eyes flashed like lightning, discerning every detail, as he coldly swept his gaze across the crowd.
Before arriving, he had used his divine sense to scan the entire auction site, and he knew exactly who had bid for the Great Xia clan's artifact.
Anyone who was swept by his gaze was terrified and dared not move.
Seventh Senior Sister Jiang Yinuo, along with Lan Yu and others, were on the sidelines supervising.
Dongfang Sheng, Xiahou Ba, and others sealed off the exit to prevent anyone from suddenly escaping.
Although doing so is somewhat redundant, it is essential to project the aura of a great power.
After some hesitation, some of the onlookers obediently put down the Great Xia artifacts and quickly left.
They were terrified that Ye Feng would slap them to death.
However, many photographers were unwilling to give up.
After all, who would be content if they spent the money but didn't take the treasure with them?
A pharaoh from a pyramid kingdom, whose cultivation was at the peak of the ninth rank of Martial King, was already infinitely close to the realm of Martial Emperor.
This old man, relying on his profound cultivation and high moral standing, stood up shakily with a cane, accompanied by three Martial King Rank 8 experts.
"Ye Feng, I am the Secretary-General of the Global Martial Arts Alliance, my name is..."
"Shut up!"
Ye Feng impatiently interrupted him and waved his hand.
"I don't have time to listen to your nonsense, and I'm not interested in knowing your name. Just tell me, do you want to leave the Great Xia clan artifact behind?"
The old man was so angry that his face turned green. He shook his head, his withered face trembling.
"I bought this with my own money. If you want trouble, you should go after the Childe family..."
"Old man, you're teaching me how to do things."
“I will definitely wipe out the Childe family, but before that, I must kill you first.”
puff!
The splattered blood and flesh sprayed onto his attendants, terrifying them to the point of utter horror.
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