288: Chapter 288 The Ninth Prince of the Star God Clan

He was not stepping on the floor, but rather floating directly above the auction stage, scanning the kneeling crowd with a gaze of extreme contempt, as if looking at livestock kept in captivity.

"Is... is that His Highness, the Prince of the [Star God Race]?!!!"

The moment the one-eyed supervisor saw who it was, he was so terrified that his soul nearly left his body. He scrambled out from the backstage, crawling on his hands and knees, and knelt on the ground, kowtowing frantically:

"I did not know His Highness, the Ninth Prince of the Star God Race, had graced us with his presence! I failed to welcome you properly! I deserve to die!!!"

[Star God Race].

As soon as these three words were spoken, the entire auction venue fell so silent that no one even dared to breathe.

They were one of the hegemonic civilizations that truly stood at the very pinnacle of the pyramid in the entire universe! They were born with mastery over the rules of stars and could step into the Divine Realm upon adulthood. In this universe, the Star God Race was the absolute law, the untouchable reverse scale that no one dared to provoke!

"Do these lowly crawling insects deserve to touch the legacy of the Ancient Humans?"

The Ninth Prince of the Star God Race did not even spare a glance for the supervisor. He slowly extended his right hand, clad in a white silk glove, and reached out through the air toward the heavily sealed fragment of the [god-creating cube].

"I, this Prince, will take this piece of junk."

The Prince's extremely arrogant voice forcibly exploded in everyone's mind:

"My bid is one hundred Interstellar Credits."

"Who approves? Who opposes?"

One hundred credits?!

To buy a legacy of the Ancient Empire that could change the structure of the universe?!

What kind of auction is this? This is blatant robbery! This is the most naked act of banditry!

However, facing a Level 130 Prince of the Star God Race, and facing the terrifying civilization behind him that could easily wipe out the Orion Arm, not a single one of the tens of thousands of cosmic overlords and pirate kings present dared to utter even the slightest protest!

Everyone lowered their heads, silent as cicadas in winter. Even the auctioneer was so scared that he retreated to the side, acquiescing to this ridiculous "zero-dollar purchase."

A satisfied, matter-of-fact sneer curled the corners of the Prince's mouth.

In his view, there was no creature in this world that dared to defy the will of the Star God Race.

However, just at the critical moment when his glowing golden finger was about to touch the seal of the cube.

"Clap, clap, clap."

A slow, crisp, yet endlessly mocking sound of applause emerged very abruptly from the highest point of the auction venue—the Sky-Number One private box.

Immediately following, a lazy, cold male voice, carrying a tone ten thousand times more arrogant than the Star God Race, struck like a loud slap across the face of the high-and-mighty Prince, stunning all the kneeling aliens in the room:

"One hundred credits?"

"As a dignified Prince of the Star God Race, can you not even afford a pair of underwear when you go out?"

"If you are really so poor that you can't make ends meet, you can crawl back to your home planet and suckle on your mother's milk. Why come here to act like a big shot?"

Dead silence.

A dead silence, deeper and more terrifying than a cosmic black hole, instantly enveloped the entire massive Star Core Auction House.

The tens of thousands of cosmic powerhouses of various races below, who had even deliberately lowered their breathing, were now all as if struck by a paralysis spell. Their eyeballs were nearly popping out of their sockets as they looked in absolute terror toward the top-level [Sky-Number One] private box.

Crazy!

Absolutely crazy!

Who was that?! That was the Ninth Prince of the universe's top-tier civilization, the [Star God Race]! A Level 130 True God-level existence!

That guy in the Sky-Number One box, even if he had casually thrown out a few Rule-level divine items earlier to prove his immense wealth, how could he dare?! How could he dare to use such extremely insulting, foul language, as if scolding a son, to curse a Prince of the Star God Race?!

This wasn't just slapping the Star God Race in the face; this was digging up their ancestral graves!

"What... did you say?!"

In mid-air, the Ninth Prince, who had previously maintained that high-and-mighty, compassionate posture, stiffened in that instant.

On his handsome and bewitching face, that arrogant smile shattered bit by bit, replaced by an unprecedented, twisted rage born from extreme disbelief!

Since his birth, throughout thousands of years, all he had heard were flattery and fearful wails. Never had a creature dared to humiliate him with such extremely vulgar words as "crawl back and suckle"!

"Rumble————!!!"

The twelve stellar wings of light behind the Ninth Prince suddenly erupted with a terrifying, blinding glare! The Level 130 True God-level pressure was no longer held back at all, and like a tangible Mount Tai pressing down from above, it smashed violently toward the direction of the Sky-Number One private box!

"No matter what you are... you, and the entire race behind you, will pay the price of having your souls extracted and refined for one hundred thousand years for your stupidity today!!!"

"Boom—!"

That True God-level pressure, capable of crushing an asteroid into powder, did not result in the scene everyone imagined—the private box exploding and the person inside being crushed into blood—the moment it struck the Sky-Number One box.

In front of the box's transparent high-dimensional crystal glass, Chen Xi remained in his posture, one hand in his pocket, leaning lazily on the sofa. He didn't even let his gaze flicker; only the [civilization seed editor] deep within his brow glowed slightly.

A layer of Anti-Rule Field, seemingly weak but actually containing the faith of all eight billion humans on Earth and the underlying logic of the [Heaven-Reaching Divine Domain], easily dissolved that Level 130 pressure as if it were a gentle breeze.

"With only this much ability, you dare to play at forced buying and selling?"

Chen Xi slowly stood up. He looked down at the twisted, angry face below, his crimson-gold eyes flashing with extreme mockery and coldness:

"Since this is an auction, we play by the rules. If you don't have money, get out of the way!"

Chen Xi grabbed out into the void with his right hand, and the tattered Mythic Card previously used to seal the [Star Abyss Tyrant] was thrown out of the box without hesitation.

"My bid: a complete high-dimensional Godhead of a Level 150 Star Abyss Tyrant!"

"That piece of junk cube belongs to me!"

Whoa————!!!

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire venue exploded!

A Level 150 Star Abyss Tyrant's high-dimensional Godhead?! That was the legendary ultimate treasure capable of allowing a civilization to directly complete a dimensional jump! This powerhouse in the Sky-Number One box not only dared to curse the Prince of the Star God Race, but could also casually throw out something of this level to bid?!

"You are courting death!!!"

The Ninth Prince completely lost his reason. Bidding? As a dignified Prince of the Star God Race, when had he ever needed to bid against others for something he fancied!

"Kill him! Tear those lowly bugs into pieces for me!!!"