Winter Old Man's Conspiracy

Ling Zhanzi watched Winter Old unconsciously curl his lips and could not help asking, "Winter Old, what's got you so happy?"

Winter Old Man came back to his senses and said with a smile, "Nothing, nothing. I just thought of something interesting."

Yet there was an inexplicable chill in those words. If he could obtain it, then today would be Ling Zhanzi's day of death.

Although Ling Zhanzi was an Upper Earth Supreme expert, one should not forget that Winter Old Man stood at the peak of the Great Perfection Realm of Earth Supreme. Killing Ling Zhanzi—especially with a sneak attack from behind—would be as easy as crushing an ant.

As for the others, there was even less to say. One slap would be enough to scatter their souls.

Ling Zhanzi nodded and asked, "Winter Old, are we bidding on this Dragon Spirit Sword as well?"

"Of course."

Winter Old Man answered without hesitation. He had come precisely for this weapon.

At this moment, Ling Zhanzi had no idea that disaster was already hanging over his head. He was still chatting and laughing with the others.

"I bid two billion Spirit Crystals!"

Azure Mountain Supreme, the ruler of Tianluo Continent, slowly raised his right hand and said, "The Dragon-Slaying Immortal Emperor was our ancestor back then, so this weapon should rightfully belong to us."

Azure Mountain Supreme was not lying. Tianluo Continent had been a chaotic land in those days, and the Xiao Family of Western Heaven Continent had gone there to cultivate their power. In other words, Azure Mountain Supreme, who had been born and raised there, was a descendant of the Dragon-Slaying Immortal Emperor.

However, those words were of little use. This group did not care whether he was their ancestor. Even if his father came in person,