Heavenly Dragon Marrow

"Hmph! Nine Yang Daoist, you really think your face can be used as spirit stones? How shameless! I'll take it for six million high-grade spirit stones!" At that moment, a voice filled with contempt and disdain suddenly came from another private room. This was an undisguised provocation against Nine Yang Daoist.

The voice was like a sharp sword, piercing the previously quiet atmosphere and making everyone present shudder.

"Mo Yi, you old dog, you're courting death!" As his words fell, a powerful pressure swept forth like an overwhelming tide, instantly enveloping the entire auction house.

Under the impact of that pressure, Si Mo's body seemed to be pinned beneath a mountain. He was instantly forced to the ground, utterly unable to move. Although Zhang Tie also felt the powerful pressure, he merely frowned slightly and was not greatly affected.

Zhang Tie was secretly astonished. Nine Yang Daoist's pressure was actually this powerful; he possessed at least the strength of the early Mahayana stage. However, after the enhancement of his divine soul, Zhang Tie had gained some resistance to this level of pressure, so he was not completely suppressed like Si Mo.

With a thought from Zhang Tie, his divine sense attached itself to Si Mo's body like lightning. Si Mo suddenly felt the pressure on him lighten, as though the mountain had vanished in an instant. Overjoyed, he hurriedly rose to his feet and repeatedly thanked Zhang Tie.

At the same time, Si Mo was even more shocked by Zhang Tie's strength.

"Hmph, Nine Yang old ghost, others may fear you, but I don't! If you can't afford the spirit stones, then shut your damn mouth!" Mo Yi did not care in the slightest about Nine Yang Daoist's pressure. He sneered and retorted without yielding an inch.

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