352: Chapter Catching a Turtle in a Jar

This sudden change caused everyone's movements to involuntarily pause.

Chief Zhou Rong's brows were tightly furrowed as he looked up at the sky, only to see several figures streaking across like meteors, rapidly approaching the auction house. Each Aura was powerfully heart-stopping, with most surprisingly not weaker than a Martial Grandmaster.

"Damn it, is this a trap!?"

Chief Zhou Rong cursed inwardly, but his face showed no panic. He quickly adjusted his strategy and low-growled to the Blood Disciples around him, "Kill and devour to improve at the same time. Third Seat and Fifth Seat, follow me to block them."

"Understood!"

Third Seat and Fifth Seat closely followed Chief Zhou Rong, rushing out of the tightly shut doors of the auction house like arrows released from a bowstring.

However, the moment they stepped out, a strong sense of pressure assaulted them, causing their hearts to sink.

Looking around, they saw that the surroundings were already completely surrounded by a dense crowd, like an impenetrable wall, with no gaps to be found.

These figures flickered in and out of view in the night, exuding a chilling Aura.

"Damn it! What is going on?"

Third Seat couldn't help but curse, his originally relaxed expression now replaced with solemnity.

His gaze quickly swept over the surrounding crowd, his heart secretly filled with shock.

Because he clearly discovered that the vast majority of these people were wearing Star Technology armor, making their strength all comparable to a Martial Master or Martial General.

Moreover, among this group of people, there were several Martial Grandmaster powerhouses with unfathomable strength, their icy, bone-piercing eyes firmly locked onto the three of them.

Facing such a grim situation, Chief Zhou Rong made a decisive decision and low-growled, "Hold the line! Stall for time as much as possible!"

Before his words fell, his figure flashed, shooting towards the sky like a bolt of lightning.

It turned out that at this moment, there were also a large number of strong enemies howling from the sky, their momentum fierce and irresistible.

Upon hearing this, Third Seat and Fifth Seat dared not delay in the slightest and immediately split up.

Third Seat took a stride and leaped to the front of the auction house, his entire body's blood energy surging and boiling, like a burning flame, dazzlingly bright.

He clenched his fists, his tiger-like eyes wide, and let out a roar, smashing fiercely towards the enemies surging like a tide.

At the same time, Fifth Seat stood firmly guarding the rear of the auction house, his long sword brandished impenetrably. Amidst the flashing sword shadows, he repelled wave after wave of enemies attempting to launch a sneak attack from behind.

Inside the auction house, Zhu Jianhua faced the remaining two Martial Lord, feeling the changes outside, his gaze becoming even sharper.

"Did you use some special saint relic? You actually evaded my detection."

"Forget it, I'll kill you first!"

Zhu Jianhua roared, his internal blood energy surging, his full strength unleashed. A punch was thrown, accompanied by the sound of air exploding, causing the surrounding space to tremble.

"Let's fight!"

One of the Martial Lord suddenly sacrificed a saint relic shimmering with flowing light. His figure flashed and he appeared behind Zhu Jianhua, attempting a sneak attack.

However, at this critical moment, Zhu Jianhua seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, his figure suddenly flashing to the side.

This flash seemed simple, but it perfectly dodged that potentially fatal, fierce blow.

What was even more astonishing was that the attack he had previously thrown did not dissipate due to the dodge. Instead, using the momentum of his side step, it turned and blasted towards the enemy head-on with the force of overturning mountains and seas.

With a loud "bang," the originally imposing Magic Treasure was instantly blasted into countless fragments by this powerful force, scattering in all directions.

At the same time, the residual power of this punch did not diminish in the slightest, striking directly onto the Martial Lord's chest like a bolt of lightning.

In an instant, that Martial Lord was struck heavily, spitting out blood. His entire body was thrown violently outwards by a huge impact force, like a tattered rag doll.

With a muffled "thump," he fell heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

After the dust settled, it could be seen that the Martial Lord was lying motionless on the ground, having completely lost all signs of life.

At this moment, only the last Martial Lord remained standing in the field.

He witnessed the scene of his companion's tragic death, his heart filled with fear and despair.

He widened his eyes, his face full of panic, his legs uncontrollably trembling.

Finally, he could no longer hold on. His knees went weak, and with a "thump," he knelt directly to the ground.

"L... Lord, please be merciful and spare my life! I truly don't know anything, I was just hired with a large sum of money."

He pleaded incoherently, while desperately kowtowing, his forehead hitting the floor with a "thump, thump, thump" sound.

"As long as Lord is willing to let this humble one go, from now on, this humble one is willing to be at Lord's beck and call, even if it means joining the ranks of the Blood Disciples!"

However, Zhu Jianhua completely ignored the Martial Lord's desperate pleas.

His face was ashen, without expression. After devouring the dead Martial Lord, his movement was as fast as a ghost, appearing behind the person kneeling and begging for mercy in the blink of an eye.

He slowly extended a hand, gently covering the top of the Martial Lord's head like the hand of death.

"L... Lo..."

The Martial Lord's face was full of horror and pleading. Before he could finish speaking, he felt his own blood energy being rapidly drained.

"Don't, don't kill me..."

However, as his life drained away, his voice became weaker and weaker until it disappeared.

A moment later, Zhu Jianhua directly shattered the dried corpse in his hand and came to the auction hall below, where the battle had already ended.

Some had already rushed out of the auction hall to fight, while others were refining the power of blood energy to improve.

Seeing this, Zhu Jianhua's figure shot up, like a fierce tiger descending from the mountain, flashing outside the auction house and rushing into the crowd. Wherever he passed, enemies fell one after another.

With his addition, those people were no match at all. In the blink of an eye, the previously aggressive enemies had suffered over half their losses.

"Hahahahaha, follow Master and kill all these people!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Those Blood Disciples looked at Zhu Jianhua's stance of killing gods and Buddhas alike, their faces all flushed with excitement and worship.

But just as everyone was about to break through the encirclement, a deep voice sounded in the air.

"Indeed, you are the mastermind behind these so-called Blood Disciples. However, today is the day of death for you smelly rats!"

Before the voice fell, a figure descended from the sky, exuding a suffocating pressure. Chief Zhou Rong was certain this was definitely a Martial Lord Realm expert!

Moreover, after witnessing the strength of their Master, they still dared to appear, which meant the other party was confident in keeping them there.

However, when they saw the indifferent face of Zhu Jianhua on the field, they felt inexplicably at ease. Instead of being afraid, they looked at the person in front of them with surging fighting spirit.

"It seems you are planning a complete massacre. Those four old guys and the VIPs were just a facade and bait, just to lure us into the trap?"