After a Quasi-Emperor fails to break through to the Great Emperor realm, their soul will be severely damaged, making the Nine-Aperture Dragon Essence Grass extremely precious.
"Six hundred thousand divine crystals!"
An old man suddenly shouted.
"Seven hundred thousand!"
Immediately afterward, someone raised the price, and in an instant, the price of the Nine-Aperture Dragon Essence Grass rose to 800,000 divine crystals, a price that far exceeded its market price.
However, there are too many powerful individuals here whose souls have been injured!
Although there are many treasures
"Nine hundred thousand divine crystals!"
Another old man called out.
"Nine hundred and fifty thousand divine crystals!"
...
The auction was in chaos, with frantic bidding echoing everywhere. Almost everyone wanted to get their hands on the Nine Aperture Dragon Essence Grass to heal their injured soul.
Xu Xiwang looked down at everything with indifference, keeping his eyes focused on his nose and his mind at ease.
While the Nine-Aperture Dragon Essence Grass was indeed precious, it meant nothing to him. His current divine soul power was unmatched even by ordinary Great Emperors.
"Nine hundred and fifty thousand divine crystals, is anyone else bidding?"
The host asked in a sweet, coquettish voice.
Auction houses typically provide advance notice to avoid unexpected events during the bidding process that could lead to unsold items, which would damage the reputation of the entire auction. Therefore, it is essential to make this clear in advance.
Two million!
A cold and hoarse voice suddenly came from behind.
In an instant, the auction fell silent; everyone was stunned and utterly shocked.
This number is simply too large—two million divine crystals! That's no small sum. Many Saint Emperor level experts might not be able to accumulate two million divine crystals even after thousands of years of saving.
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a young man, his clothes torn, covered in blood, and in a disheveled state, walk forward. His face was filled with murderous intent as he roared, "Whoever dares to steal my medicinal herbs, I will make sure they die a horrible death!"
"Ranked 307th on the Investiture of the Gods, the Holy Son of the One Yuan Sect!"
"He was a figure whose combat strength was comparable to that of a low-ranking emperor, yet he was so severely injured. It seems that his soul is already somewhat shattered!"
...
The crowd gasped in astonishment, their eyes wide with surprise and apprehension as they looked at him.
The Yiyuan Sect is a renowned top sect in the universe. Its sect leader is incredibly powerful, having reached the Great Emperor realm more than eight thousand years ago, making him a true peak powerhouse.
The Holy Son of the One Yuan Sect is a genius of the highest order. It is said that he achieved sainthood in his physical body and possesses heaven-defying combat power, making him invincible among his peers. Unexpectedly, he was severely injured to this extent.
"A prodigy from the Investiture of the Gods!"
Xu Xiwang frowned and stared at the young man, her gaze carrying a hint of scrutiny.
The Investiture of the Gods is a list of all races in the universe, recording information on many races and geniuses. Anyone who can be listed on the Investiture of the Gods is an unparalleled genius whose future achievements are immeasurable.
"Two and a half million!"
At this moment, another calm and composed voice came, causing Xu Xiwang to be slightly taken aback.
Turning around, I saw a handsome young man dressed in white robes, carrying a long sword on his back, walking slowly towards the front.
"Ranked 230 on the Investiture of the Gods, Dugu Jian!"
The appearance of Dugu Jian immediately ignited the entire auction house. This person was also a very high-ranking expert on the Investiture of the Gods, and could be called a peerless genius.
The two met and a violent collision ensued.
Rumble!
A terrifying gust of wind swept out, blowing away many cultivators in the vicinity.
"It's him! What's he doing here?!"
"He was a madman. Not only was he obsessed with swords, but he also had a strange habit of killing any genius he saw and collecting their heads."
...
The appearance of Dugu Jian immediately caused many people to change color and hurriedly hide far away, fearing that they would get into trouble.
"Dugu Jian, are you really going to keep pushing this to the limit?! I have the Yiyuan Sect behind me!"
The Holy Son of the One Yuan Sect spoke through gritted teeth, his face icy cold, his eyes fixed on Dugu Jian with venomous resentment.
His status was incomparably noble, and he should have been a peerless and outstanding young man, but he almost lost his life at the hands of Dugu Jian.
Hearing that the Emperor of Yushan was holding an auction here, he rushed here hoping to get protection.
"Heh, you're just a piece of trash. How dare you threaten me? I must take your head."
Dugu Jian sneered, flicked his finger, and a wisp of sword light flashed through the void, severing the arm of the Holy Son of the Yiyuan Sect.
Pfft!
Blood gushed out, staining the pristine white arena crimson.
"hiss!"
"One sword strike, one sword strike crippled the hand of the Holy Son of the Yuan Sect, just how ruthless is this Dugu Jian!"
"It's over. I think Dugu Jian has gone mad. He doesn't care where we are at all. If he kills the Holy Son of the Yiyuan Sect at the auction, it will definitely cause a huge uproar."
Everyone gasped in shock at the sight. Dugu Jian was indeed a madman. He didn't hesitate to kill even the Holy Son of the Yiyuan Sect, showing no fear of offending the Yiyuan Sect.
Moreover, judging from his tone just now, he seemed to completely disregard the Yiyuan Sect, which was extremely domineering and arrogant.
"Whoever lends a helping hand, our Yiyuan Sect will surely repay them handsomely in the future!"
The Holy Son of the One Yuan Sect cried out, "Great Emperor Yu Shan, please save me!"
The crowd shook their heads silently. They weren't fools; they certainly wouldn't do anything to throw their lives away.
Moreover, this is within an ancient battlefield, and whether they can leave this ancient realm is still uncertain, let alone expecting a generous reward.
The Emperor of Yushan did not even appear.
"Dugu Jian, I'll fight you to the death!"
The Holy Son of the One Yuan Sect roared in anger. He, the Holy Son of the One Yuan Sect, had his arm crippled. It was an utter disgrace.
Whoosh!
As he finished speaking, a dazzling divine light erupted from his body, as if he were burning.
A vast and powerful divine soul surged forth from his head, transforming into a sky full of flames that blazed intensely.
As this immense spiritual power erupted, everyone in the auction house felt dizzy, as if they were in purgatory.
"How terrifying! He actually controls soul attacks. No wonder he ranks so high on the Investiture of the Gods!"
Xu Xiwang's eyes gleamed.
"Flaming Head!"
However, Dugu Jian was extremely excited, exclaiming, "An excellent collectible!"
"Destroy them!"
Dugu Jian gave a light shout, his eyes shining with divine light, like a small sun.
In an instant, rolling golden lightning descended from nowhere, striking the fiery head and blasting it apart, reducing it to nothingness.
With a single move, Dugu Jian killed the Holy Son of the Yiyuan Sect, leaving everyone around him utterly horrified.
Grabbing the head of the Holy Son of the One Yuan Sect, Dugu Jian appeared unusually excited.
"No one is bidding on this Nine-Aperture Dragon Essence Grass anymore. You have bid 2.5 million divine crystals. Please pay the bill."
A waiter stepped forward and said respectfully.
"Two and a half million divine crystals? When have I ever asked for such a price? Do you think the Nine Aperture Dragon Essence Grass is worth it?"
A slight smile appeared on Dugu Jian's lips.
"But you've already offered a price for the Nine Aperture Dragon Essence Grass..."
The waiter looked grim, but forced himself to speak.
The next second, the waiter's head suddenly exploded, turning into a pile of dust and disappearing into the auction house.
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