According to Gentai, various forces are intertwined in the Senluo Hell Continent, and they often fight each other for interests, causing large-scale casualties.
The biggest power behind all of this is the big boss behind the Senluo Auction House.
This person is very mysterious, has never appeared in public, and his whereabouts are strange.
All the major and minor powers on the island bowed down to him.
Over time, this became an unwritten rule.
No one dared to cause trouble at the Senluo Auction House.
At first, some outsiders, unaware of the true extent of the situation, relied on their high cultivation levels and tried to act arrogantly in the auction house.
As a result, he was killed that very night, and his head was displayed on the flagpole in front of the auction house for three days and three nights.
Among them were quite a few experts who were half-step Quasi-Martial Emperors.
Over time, no one dared to cause trouble at the Senluo Auction House anymore.
Before they knew it, they had arrived at the entrance of the Senluo Auction House.
The entire auction house is more than ten stories high, occupying almost half a street, and is quite impressive.
Even the headquarters of some of the world's top conglomerates are not this grand.
The guards patrolling the gate were at least half-step Martial King level experts.
A half-step Martial King is enough to dominate any region, no matter where you are.
However, here he could only be a patrolling soldier.
The team leaders must all be at the mid-stage of the Martial Emperor realm.
This shows that the owner of Senluo Auction House has a truly extraordinary background.
Since Gentai was a regular here, it was easy for him to lead Ye Feng and the others into the auction.
Just as they were about to go inside, a chilling voice suddenly came from the side.
"Ye Feng!"
Ye Feng stopped and turned to look.
The newcomer was a middle-aged man in a black robe, with a gloomy and cold gaze. Above his head, a black flame was faintly burning and rising.
His cultivation level was unfathomable, making people afraid to approach him.
Anyone who passed by would detour around him, their eyes filled with fear as they looked at the old man.
Behind him followed a dozen or so henchmen, each exuding an overwhelming aura of demonic power.
"Hehe, Ye Feng, I didn't expect we'd meet so soon."
The middle-aged man in the black robe had a hoarse voice, as if a vengeful ghost were speaking from a grave.
"You are an underling of the Demon Heart Elder."
Ye Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, shooting out two cold beams of light.
The demonic energy emanating from the other party was exactly the same as that of Hong Shan and the others.
What he sensed earlier must have been done by the person in front of him.
He had initially thought it was the Demon Heart Elder, but it seems that was not the case.
"good."
"I am one of the four protectors under the Demon Lord."
Ye Feng said coldly.
“You killed so many people in my Great Xia Spirit Stone Mine, and you still have the audacity to appear before me.”
The middle-aged man in black robes gave a cold laugh, speaking with considerable disdain.
"I just casually crushed a bunch of ants."
The lives of so many martial artists from the Great Xia Dynasty were nothing but a fart in his eyes.
The ancient demons were indeed ruthless.
Then the middle-aged man in black robes continued speaking.
"Including you, in my eyes, you are also an ant. Our ancient demon race has begun to awaken and descend, and when that happens, it will refine the entire Earth."
"No living being on Earth will escape."
"Why don't you kneel down now, kowtow to me, and apologize? Maybe I'll consider sparing your life."
When he laughed, the muscles on his face twitched menacingly, giving him a sinister look.
Ye Feng walked towards him step by step, speaking coldly.
"How can the warriors of our Great Xia be slaughtered by others?"
"You think they're ants, but in my eyes, you're an ant too."
After saying that, he slapped the other person with his palm.
The spiritual energy transformed into a giant palm print, accompanied by a sharp, piercing sound.
The men brought by the middle-aged man in black robes tried to stop them, but were instead photographed and turned into mincemeat.
"Damn it, go to hell!"
The middle-aged man in black robes roared, a jet-black sword appeared in his hand, and he slashed at Ye Feng through the air.
The flames drew a black shadow in mid-air, turning a large area in front of the auction house black.
The two sides separated immediately upon contact.
puff!
The middle-aged man in the black robe spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward dozens of meters through the air.
They smashed into a rockery in front of the auction house, fell into the pond, and got completely soaked.
Ye Feng took a step that covered more than ten meters, arriving at the edge of the pool in a flash. He reached out and grabbed the middle-aged man in black robes, choking him.
"Cough cough... Let me go... Otherwise, the Demon Elder will not let you go."
Before his men could even get close, Ye Feng casually slapped them away.
"stop!"
The commotion was so great that it quickly alerted the auction house guards patrolling the area.
Gentai leaned closer and whispered to Ye Feng.
"Sect Master, this is the Senluo Auction House after all. We can't kill people here, or it will cause endless trouble."
The middle-aged man in black robes smiled coldly and said with an air of confidence.
"Did you hear that...? Hurry up and get me..."
Before he could even utter the word "release," Ye Feng strangled him to death.
He was casually tossed into a corner of the wall, his eyes still wide open before he died, as if he couldn't believe that Ye Feng really dared to kill him.
"presumptuous!"
At this moment, the auction house patrol surrounded Ye Feng and his group, glaring at them menacingly.
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