135: Chapter 135 Nine Netherworld Locking Heaven

Meanwhile, inside the auction house.

"Two trillion!"

"Two trillion one hundred billion!"

"Two trillion three hundred billion!!!"

A hoarse voice, yet one that brooked absolutely no doubt, exploded like a thunderclap in the hall of the Dark Net Auction House.

The one who made the bid was a mysterious old man sitting in an ordinary box on the second floor, his entire body shrouded in a grey robe, exuding the Qi blood fluctuations of a Peak Martial Venerable.

Once this price was called out.

The entire bustling auction house instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Two trillion three hundred billion!

This had already emptied the entire liquid capital of the vast majority of top-tier clans present!

To bid any higher, they would have to mortgage their Family's core assets.

For a demon core, it wasn't worth it.

The auctioneer's hand, holding the wooden gavel, was trembling violently. He called out three times, but no one increased the bid.

"Bang!"

The gavel fell!

"Congratulations to this honored guest! You have secured this demon saint-level demon core for the astronomical price of two trillion three hundred billion!"

Inside the Heaven-grade No. 1 box.

Su Yu leaned back on the leather sofa. A flash of undisguised heat flickered in his deep, clear eyes.

Two trillion three hundred billion!

He had struck it rich.

A few minutes later.

"Knock, knock."

The door to the box was gently knocked.

Ji Wuyue walked in, carrying an exquisite tray covered with a red cloth, swaying her water-snake waist, looking charming and alluring.

"Mr. Su."

Ji Wuyue smiled with extreme charm, though a hint of coldness was hidden in the depths of her eyes.

"This is the Storage Ring containing the cash."

"Please check it."

She carried the tray and slowly walked in front of Su Yu.

The distance was less than half a meter.

Su Yu sat on the sofa without rising.

He just looked at Ji Wuyue calmly, his deep eyes like two bottomless ancient wells.

"Put it on the table," Su Yu said indifferently.

The smile on Ji Wuyue's lips grew even richer.

"Very well, Mr. Su."

She bent over slightly and placed the tray on the table.

At the very moment the tray touched the table, the trap was sprung!

Boom!

The originally soft lights in the box were instantly extinguished!

Two strands of murderous intent, as hidden as vipers yet lethal to the extreme, erupted without warning from the shadows behind Su Yu!

Two Martial Venerable-level death warriors!

One on the left and one on the right, wielding dark blue daggers coated in abyss poison, they struck directly at Su Yu's occiput and heart!

At the same time.

The charm on Ji Wuyue's face completely transformed into ferocity.

She violently crushed a dark red Formation Plate at the bottom of the tray!

"Hum—!"

A cloud of abyss poisonous miasma, capable of instantly paralyzing the Qi blood circulation of a Martial Emperor, exploded between them!

A sure-kill trap!

Even a true Peak Martial Emperor sitting here would definitely have met their end on the spot when faced with this long-planned triple ambush!

But.

They were facing Su Yu.

A monster whose actual combat strength rivaled a Martial God!

The moment Ji Wuyue stepped into the box, Su Yu's immense Mental Energy had already clearly perceived every inch of muscle tension and every trace of abnormality in her Qi blood.

"Too slow."

Su Yu's voice rang out calmly in the darkness.

There was not a shred of panic.

In fact, his tone did not even have any fluctuations.

Hum!

The terrifying Mental Energy transformed into a tangible, transparent blade, sweeping outwards violently with Su Yu as the center!

Formless, God-Slaying!

Crack! Crack!

The two Martial Venerable death warriors who were about to stab Su Yu stopped dead in their tracks.

Their eyes bulged, and blood flowed from their seven orifices.

Their internal consciousness defense lines were instantly shattered like paper under the impact of Su Yu's incomparably domineering Mental Energy!

They didn't even have time to let out a scream.

Two corpses fell straight down.

As for that cloud of abyss poisonous miasma about to envelop Su Yu, it was blocked dead half a meter away by a layer of dark golden Protective Aura that appeared out of thin air, unable to advance even an inch!

Su Yu slowly reached out his hand.

Passed through the poisonous miasma.

Calmly pocketed the Storage Ring on the table filled with two trillion three hundred billion.

The money had to be obtained.

"This… how is this possible?!"

The ferocity on Ji Wuyue's face completely froze.

She looked in horror at the two Martial Venerable death warriors on the ground who had died instantly, and then looked at the unscathed Su Yu.

Her mind went blank!

Didn't the intelligence report say he was just a Martial Spirit?!

Even if he could defy the odds and kill a demon saint, it was absolutely impossible for him to instantly kill two Martial Venerable death warriors while caught completely off guard!

"Run!"

Ji Wuyue didn't have time to think; the instinct for survival made her retreat frantically. She smashed through the floor-to-ceiling glass of the box and plummeted toward the auction hall!

Su Yu did not pursue.

He stood up and tucked the bearer black card into his pocket.

His gaze, through the shattered floor-to-ceiling window, coldly overlooked the auction hall below.

Because.

The real killing trap had only just begun.

"Rumble—!!!"

Accompanying the loud noise of Ji Wuyue smashing the glass.

The entire Dark Net underground city suddenly shook violently!

The ground cracked, and the dome collapsed!

Countless scarlet, blood-like formation patterns, like thick blood vessels, spread wildly from all directions of the underground city, instantly intertwining into an inverted blood-colored barrier!

It sealed the entire auction house tight!

The Nine Nether Sky-Locking Death Array!

It had descended!

"What's going on?!"

"Enemy attack! There's an enemy attack!"

Inside the hall, tens of thousands of Human Race Martial Artists fell into panicked chaos.

Just then.

The phantom of an altar slowly emerged in the center of the barrier.

Three cold figures shrouded in wide red robes walked out step by step, treading on the void.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three terrifying pillars of Qi blood, exceeding ten billion, instantly shot into the sky!

They illuminated the blood-colored barrier, making it look exceptionally eerie!

Martial Saint!

Three genuine Martial Saint powerhouses!

The three Cardinals had appeared!

"Abyss Cult?!"

"It's the Cardinals of the Abyss! It's over! Everything is over!"

Seeing the attire of the arrivals, the Human Race Martial Artists present fell into complete despair.

"Kill."

The Cardinal in the lead had a hoarse voice, like two rusty iron plates rubbing against each other.

There was no wasted speech.

The slaughter began instantly!

The pressure of the three Martial Saint powerhouses was like a hundred thousand great mountains, ruthlessly pressing down on everyone's heads!

Those Martial Artists with cultivation below the Martial King level didn't even have room to resist; they were directly crushed into balls of blood mist by the pressure!

The scarlet Qi blood was crazily absorbed by the great array, gathering toward the altar in the center.

"Presumptuous!!!"

Just in this moment of despair.

An earth-shattering roar exploded from an ordinary box on the second floor!

The Grey-Robed Elder who had previously bid on the demon core directly tore off the disguise on his body!

Boom—!!!

A terrifying Qi blood, not at all weaker than those three Cardinals, erupted like a dormant volcano!

Ten billion Qi blood!

The might of a Martial Saint!

The old man's figure grew taller, his originally hunched back instantly straightened, transforming into a burly, dignified-looking old man with short hair!

The National Guardian Martial Saint.

Huo Zhenshan!

He had originally disguised his identity to come to the Dark Web and bid on this demon core for the military, intending to use it to cultivate a new generation of peerless Prodigies.

Little did he expect to run into the earth-shattering killing trap of the Abyss Cult!

"Huo Zhenshan?!"

The leading Cardinal saw the old man's face clearly, paused for a moment, and then let out an exceptionally cruel, wild laugh.

"Hahaha!"

"What an unexpected delight!"

"The National Guardian Martial Saint of the Great Xia Kingdom is actually here too!"

"Today, we will use your ten billion Qi blood to sacrifice for the arrival of Lord Demon Saint!"

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The three Cardinals instantly turned into three streaks of blood-colored light.

In a triangular formation, they tightly surrounded Huo Zhenshan in the center!

"Nine Nether Sky-Locking!!"

Accompanied by the Cardinal's roar, the power of the great array operated with a boom.

Countless blood-colored chains emerged from the void, tightly wrapping around Huo Zhenshan's limbs and bones!

Huo Zhenshan's Qi blood circulation was instantly stagnant by thirty percent!

"Damn it!"

Huo Zhenshan's eyes widened in anger.

Although he was a veteran Martial Saint with astonishing combat strength,