"Really?"
"A one-hundred-percent Perfect Substitute Tribulation Talisman—does such a miraculous thing truly exist in this world?"
"The Fu Family is indeed remarkable. They can actually refine talismans of such a grade with ease."
"Heh, this talisman is mine, Zhou swears it."
"Yours? What do you think you are? A mere Lihe-level fellow dares bluster here? Get lost."
An Ancient Demon beside him snapped in annoyance. As he spoke, he was also swallowing wildly, his eyeballs nearly dropping onto the stage. Yet in his heart, he knew very clearly that he probably had no chance of competing for this talisman either.
If it were an ordinary item, that would be one thing, but what a Perfect Substitute Tribulation Talisman meant—every fool knew.
At a critical moment, this talisman could save one's life.
The cultivation world was full of bloody winds and rains. Who would not want to carry a life-saving item with them anytime, anywhere?
The surrounding Ancient Demons, regardless of whether their cultivation was strong or weak, all had their eyes shining at this moment, one after another.
One could imagine that the final price for this talisman would inevitably be extraordinary, difficult to describe in words.
Sounds of sharp inhalation rose and fell throughout the hall. The Ancient Demons' attention had been completely drawn here.
Lin Xuan's reaction was much the same. If he still remained calm and unmoved at a time like this, that would instead easily arouse suspicion.
The Perfect Substitute Tribulation Talisman—he was determined to obtain it.
A trace of smugness appeared on Fu Tianheng's face. This effect had completely reached his expectations, not wasting his earlier act. Only then did he give a light cough, and his sonorous, cadence-filled voice entered their ears:
"This Perfect Substitute Tribulation Talisman is no easy thing to refine, even