87: Young Master Wang's heroic spirit! I, Wang Teng, possess the bearing of an emperor!

The Auctioneer's words were a precise blow to the back of everyone's heads.

After a brief silence, there was an eruption of volcanic fury!

"Are you playing with us?!"

"Myriad Dao Merchant Guild, is your reputation worth nothing?!"

Countless powerful Auras exploded, clashing wildly in the air above the venue. Several impatient Magic Treasures lit up with terrifying light, looking as if they would tear down the magnificent dome.

The Auctioneer on the high platform didn't show even a ripple of emotion in the face of this anger, which was enough to topple a Holy Land.

He just stood there quietly, with a professional smile on his lips.

He was waiting.

Sure enough, the next moment.

Buzz—

Several indescribable wills descended from the depths of the Void Realm.

It wasn't pressure or an Aura, but something more fundamental, as if the Creator God had casually erased the Law of "noise."

The powerful experts who were roaring a second ago felt as if an invisible hand were strangling them. Their faces turned red, but they couldn't make a sound.

The light from the Magic Treasures suspended in the air vanished instantly, and they fell to the ground with a mournful cry.

Everyone felt as if an invisible guillotine were pressing down on their Divine Soul. Breathing became a luxury, and their thoughts almost came to a standstill.

Great Sage!

And more than one!

The Myriad Dao Merchant Guild finally revealed its hideous fangs hidden beneath its wealth.

The venue became as silent as a grave.

The Auctioneer cleared his throat with satisfaction, his voice carrying a composure that controlled the entire room.

"Everyone, it would be beneficial for you all to quiet down and let me finish, wouldn't it?"

He looked around the room with a pleasant smile, but his words were unyielding and left no room for argument.

"I regret the absence of the jade pool mirror fragment more than anyone. However, to compensate you for your hard work in coming here, the guild has made a last-minute decision to present a collection item that was not originally scheduled for tonight!"

"In terms of historical significance, it might be slightly inferior."

"But if we speak of... slaughter!"

His voice suddenly rose, and a fanatical light shot from his eyes!

"It can make ninety-nine percent of the Saint weapons present kneel and call it ancestor!"

"Bring out the treasure!"

In the backstage, eight heavy-armored guards with cultivation at the Peak of the Saint King realm let out low roars. Their muscular arms bulged with veins as they worked together to carry a massive iron frame onto the platform.

With every step they took, the entire platform forged from divine gold wailed and trembled.

A scent of blood didn't even need to be smelled with the nose; it drilled directly into everyone's minds.

The air seemed to grow cold teeth, scraping painfully against people's skin.

Countless shrill wails, like demonic sounds piercing the brain, caused the weaker Cultivators to clutch their heads and scream in agony, bleeding from their facial orifices!

The Auctioneer walked to the iron frame with a crazed look in his eyes and suddenly threw back the heavy black cloth!

Buzz!!!

A pillar of dark red light shot into the sky, nearly piercing through the auction house's Sect-Protecting Grand Array!

A hideous broken halberd lay there quietly.

It was pitch black and three zhang long. Even though only half remained, the ferocious power that seemed ready to cleave heaven and earth in two was not diminished in the slightest!

On the edge of the halberd, a dark red liquid writhed, as if it had just drunk the blood of gods and demons, remaining wet after ten thousand years.

On the body of the halberd, countless twisted demonic runes moved slowly like living things. Each flicker was accompanied by the desperate wails of falling gods and demons!

"Nine Nether Heaven-Shattering Halberd!"

The Auctioneer's voice was so sharp it sounded as if his throat had been pierced by this Evil Qi!

"The life-bound divine weapon of the ancient Nine Nether Great Sage! Although damaged, it is still... a genuine great sage weapon!"

Boom!!!

The words "great sage weapon" were like thirty thousand tons of explosives detonating in everyone's hearts!

Greed!

Heat!

Madness!

Everyone's gazes became physical, nailing themselves firmly onto that broken halberd!

This was enough to suppress the Luck of an entire lineage!

"Starting price: one billion High-Grade Spirit Stones!"

"Each bid increment must not be less than one hundred million!"

Before he could finish!

"1.1 billion!"

"I bid 1.5 billion!"

"Taiyi Sect, two billion! Who dares to compete with us!"

The price skyrocketed like a mad dog, each jump in number representing the burning foundation of an ancient power.

However, in the private room of the Wang Family of the Northern Region on the second floor, Wang Teng cast a disdainful look at the broken halberd that was driving thousands of people crazy.

It was just a damaged great sage weapon; their vision was too narrow.

He thought of his father's instructions, the void immortal gold that could carry the Imperial Dao, and the supreme prestige of the Great Sage Ancestor protecting his path, and his heart swelled with ambition.

What he wanted was to prove his Dao and become an Emperor!

What he wanted was to reign supreme over all eternity!

"A bunch of fools who only care about immediate benefits," Wang Teng snorted and raised his wine cup.

His followers immediately began to flatter him vigorously.

"Young Master Wang has high aspirations; how could these commoners possibly understand!"

"Exactly! While they are still fighting over a piece of junk, Young Master Wang's goal is already the stars and the sea, that supreme Imperial Throne!"

Hearing these words, Wang Teng's vanity was greatly satisfied.

He nodded proudly, feeling as if he had already touched his future glory.

He saw Su Chen wearing a loose bathrobe, looking as if his bones had been removed, held tightly by a strangely beautiful woman. The smile on his face was uglier than crying, and it practically screamed "Save me!"

Hahahaha!

Wang Teng erupted in silent, wild laughter in his heart!

The Heavenly Dao has its cycles of Reincarnation!

Su Chen, you finally have your day!

What kind of skill is relying on a woman? Now that you're tied to a stronger woman like a toy and publicly executed in front of the whole world, how does it feel?!

Weren't you high and mighty? Didn't you have a Great Sage as a maid?

And now?

Like a dog on a leash!

All the humiliations he had suffered at the Drunken Immortal Tower were transformed at this moment into a sense of intellectual superiority and morbid pleasure.

Although he, Wang Teng, had been humiliated, he stood here relying on his own strength and his Family's foundation!

While Su Chen was nothing more than a toy with a hollow appearance!

Wang Teng's gaze became incredibly venomous and burning.

"Su Chen, watch closely."

"Watch how I, Wang Teng, reach the summit step by step, take everything you once had, and then crush it under my heel!"

He raised his wine cup again toward the Star Gazing Platform, a sinister expression of certain victory on his face.

Just you wait.

Once I obtain the Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art, it will be the day you die!