As soon as those words were spoken, the hall fell much quieter.
Most of those seated on the first floor were Dou Ling, with very few Dou Wang or above. After being shouted at like that, their earlier complaints vanished completely.
However, the curses in their hearts did not cease. Perhaps they could only use silent curses to ease their earlier embarrassment.
Ya Fei nodded with a faint smile. "Please remain calm, everyone. I am sure everyone present knows the value of a Ring. A small Ring with only a few cubic meters of space is worth one hundred thousand, let alone a high-grade Ring with over a thousand cubic meters."
"Thirty million gold coins is already the minimum price. If no one is interested, then the Ring will be withdrawn and will no longer be auctioned."
Eight Gates Sect Leader Yuan Yi rose to his feet and cursed at the brats on the first floor. "If I hear any more disrespectful remarks from you, don't blame the Eight Gates Sect for being rude. If you can bid, then bid. If you can't, get lost. Otherwise, once the Auction ends, the Eight Gates Sect will deal with you personally!"
Those words left the previously rowdy crowd speechless. Some even hurriedly turned and left, afraid that these powerhouses would carry out an inhumane slaughter after the Auction ended.
In truth, this was precisely the kind of thing Auctions hated most. As the Eight Gates Sect Leader, Yuan Yi understood the severity of the matter very well. Once an auction item was questioned, neither the Auction nor the auctioneer could save face.
Medicine Emperor Han Feng stood up and said, "In that case, I bid thirty-three million gold coins."
"Kid, you already have a high-grade Ring. This Dragon Wandering Naring is mine."