94: Chapter 94

As the voice fell, everyone in the auction house instantly looked toward the sound.

Seeing a figure in white robes in a private room on the second floor, they were all somewhat taken aback.

"Where did this reckless kid come from, daring to compete for treasures with those two Nascent Soul Stage Experts?"

"Tsk tsk tsk... he really is tired of living. A Golden Core just died, yet he still dares to raise the price against this person. This Earth Rank Flying Sword is good, but you need to have the life to spend it even if you have the money to buy it."

"This Black-robed Person probably won't strike in public again, right? If he dares to strike again, where would Linglong Pavilion's Face be?"

"Hmm... I reckon this reckless youth also realized this, which is why he dares to compete for that high-grade earth-rank Flying Sword. What a pity... even if those two Black-robed Persons don't strike here, they can wait for the prey to come to them, waiting for this group to leave Linglong Pavilion."

Xiao Tu's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and her voice was soft as she said, "Brother Tang Sa, this group of Golden Core ants doesn't seem to fear you at all."

Tang Sa's eyes were sinister, his killing intent fully revealed. He glanced at the auctioneer on the high stage and said in a low voice, "Four hundred and sixty thousand."

Chen Xuan continued to bid: "Five hundred thousand."

The enthusiastic Fellow Daoists of the Four Major Sects of the Eastern Region had contributed quite a lot of Spirit Stones. For Chen Xuan, reputation points were the most important; Spirit Stones were just like GP points.

"Five hundred and ten thousand!"

"Five hundred and fifty thousand."

This fellow already has a path to death! Tang Sa's expression grew colder as a silver needle slid between his fingers.

The surrounding Cultivators were already dumbfounded. Those who were whispering before now held their breath, their eyes filled with the excitement of watching the drama unfold.

"What force does this group of the Man in White Robes belong to, to dare to be so arrogant?"

"Could they be Cultivators from some Holy Land in the Central Region? Other than that, who in this Central Region would dare to disregard a Nascent Soul Stage Expert?"

On the high stage, the auctioneer looked over Chen Xuan's group.

Do they really have the ability? Or are they just pulling a tiger's skin to scare people?

Eh... isn't that Xiao Yun, who was kicked out of the Sect by Zixia Holy Land?!

Being with someone like that, it seems that even if this group of people in white robes wins the bid for this Magic Treasure, they won't be able to take it out of Wanbao City. Whatever, it's none of Linglong Pavilion's business anyway, as long as those two Black-robed Persons don't strike openly again.

"Five hundred and sixty thousand!" Tang Sa made his final bid.

"Five hundred and seventy thousand."

As the voice fell, everyone looked up toward a pavilion on the third floor.

"That's... *hiss*, Immortal Master Lianyang of the Heavenly Fire Holy Land."

"Alright, now neither side needs to compete. Immortal Master Lianyang of the Holy Land is actually here. If anyone still dares to continue bidding, they must have been kicked in the head by a donkey."

Immortal Master Lianyang looked at Tang Sa and the other and said, "Little brother, this item is useful to me. Why not give this old man some Face? If you encounter any trouble in the Central Region in the future, you can mention the name of Lianyang from the Heavenly Fire Holy Land."

Tang Sa took a deep breath and retracted the small hidden weapon between his fingers, weighing the pros and cons. This old man Lianyang was a Nascent Soul Fourth Layer expert; if he used all his trump cards, he might have a chance to kill him. But if he did, he would surely be pursued by the Heavenly Fire Holy Land.

If that were the case, it wouldn't be worth it.

He looked at the woman beside him with gentle eyes: "Xiao Tu, let's let the old man have this Flying Sword for now. In the future, Brother Tang Sa will definitely give you an even better Flying Sword."

"Mm-hmm, Xiao Tu believes in Brother Tang Sa!"

Tang Sa cupped his hands and said, "Senior is too polite. You may take this Flying Sword."

The auctioneer breathed a sigh of relief and was about to speak.

A clear voice rang out from the private room on the second floor:

"Six hundred thousand!"

These three words exploded like thunder in the auction house, causing an uproar. No one expected that this Man in White Robes would dare to continue raising the price at this time. The person sitting in the private room on the third floor was Immortal Master Lianyang, backed by the Heavenly Fire Holy Land!

"You're looking for death, daring to compete for a Magic Treasure that Senior Lianyang has his eyes on." Tang Sa's sharp shout suddenly rang out, and his hand, which had been hidden in his sleeve, suddenly thrust forward.

A cold light flashed, and three silver needles appeared in Tang Sa's hand, piercing straight toward Chen Xuan's heart like a venomous snake's tongue.

Just as everyone thought they were about to see another Golden Core fall from the floor.

With a loud "bang," it sounded like a clap of thunder in everyone's ears.

Everyone looked in that direction, only to see that the previously ruthless and decisive Black-robed Person was gone, leaving only a cloud of pungent, crimson blood mist floating in the air.

A thick smell of blood began to spread throughout the auction.

The entire auction house instantly fell into a dead silence, so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.

Chen Xuan withdrew his gaze and grabbed at the storage ring that was about to hit the ground, and it immediately flew into his hand.

I wanted to follow the local customs and compete fairly according to the rules, but you just had to run into my blade. So young, yet in such a hurry to walk the path to the Yellow Springs?

In the private room on the third floor, Immortal Master Lianyang's composed Face showed a look of shock, his eyes filled with disbelief.

This person... how exactly did he strike? Why couldn't even I see it clearly?

Xiao Tu, who had been dazed for five seconds, turned to look at the man beside her. The expression on her Face froze, her pupils dilated suddenly, and her mouth opened wide enough to fit a spirit fruit.

"Brother... Tang Sa, he's actually dead." Her eyes were full of shock and terror.

Before she could speak, she saw the Man in White Robes looking toward her.

Xiao Tu instantly felt a chill rush from the soles of her feet to the top of her head. With a "thud," she followed her heart and chose to kneel and beg for mercy: "Sen... Senior, it has nothing to do with me. Please, Senior, spare my life."

Chen Xuan said indifferently, "It's fine. Just be more careful in your next life."

As the words fell, Xiao Tu was about to mobilize the Spiritual Qi in her body to flee, but she sensed an indescribably terrifying Spiritual Qi suddenly enveloping her. That Spiritual Qi was like a physical cage, making it impossible to move.

Then, an irresistible pressure began to bear down continuously, making it feel as if her internal organs were about to be crushed.

In the next instant!

Another muffled "bang" rang out in the auction house.

Immortal Master Lianyang's pupils constricted. The first time, he could still comfort himself by saying he hadn't expected the other party to suddenly strike and kill, which was why he hadn't seen the technique clearly.

But this time, even though he was fully focused and mobilized his entire body's spiritual power to observe closely, he still failed to capture even a trace of Chen Xuan's strike.

Such a situation could only mean one possibility.

This Man in White Robes was likely at least a Nascent Soul Seventh Layer expert—no, perhaps even higher.

One couldn't blame Immortal Master Lianyang for not daring to guess higher; it was mainly because Chen Xuan looked too young. For such a young person, the Nascent Soul Seventh Layer Realm was already shocking enough.

But just who on earth was he?

The surrounding Cultivators had their eyes completely opened, but no one dared to make a loud noise. They could only think about boasting to their Fellow Daoists and Juniors about what they had seen and heard after the figure in white robes left.

Ho... isn't this just a free bit of drinking money?

"What kind of Realm is this group of people in white robes in? Those two Black-robed Persons really kicked a steel plate today."

"No wonder the Seniors on the mountain always say to be low-key. No matter how high your Realm is, there's no guarantee you won't provoke someone you can't afford to mess with one day."

"Wait... forget those two Black-robed Persons from before, but why is this Senior, who is clearly a Nascent Soul expert, still sitting on the second floor?"

For a moment, many Cultivators on the second floor began to size up the neighboring private rooms.

They felt that everyone looked like a Dragon lurking in a small pond, ready to rise and kill at the slightest disagreement.