Holy shit!
Someone else wanted to exchange a Martial Soul.
They were really seeing red.
But something was off. Someone voiced their doubts—the sound had come from a third-floor Purple Box.
They all knew the Myriad Realms Auction Pavilion's rules. Those qualified to occupy a Purple Box were absolutely among the top forces on the Douluo Continent.
Logically speaking, the Martial Souls inherited by their great clans and factions should not have been weaker than the Flame Lion King, right?
"Xiao San, Xiao San, have you gone crazy?"
Ma Hongjun scratched his head and asked, "Your Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul is just a useless Martial Soul. How many Auction Points could it possibly be worth?"
"That Soul Douluo's Raging Giant Bear Martial Soul only got eighty thousand auction points. Even if yours is also worth eighty thousand, it would still be nowhere near enough."
Zhu Zhuqing consoled him, "Tang San, we all understand that you want a stronger Martial Soul, but you have to follow the Auction Pavilion's rules. You... you can't be like Dai Mubai."
"Yeah, Xiao San." Oscar also said, "Hasn't Grandmaster already mapped out a path for you, letting your Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul develop into a Control Type Martial Soul?"
"Even if you win the bid and absorb the Flame Lion King Martial Soul, you'll lose your Blue Silver Grass. Then our team won't have a Control Type anymore."
Hah, they just want me to become a Control Type Soul Master and contribute to the team. Tang San looked at the Shrek group and guessed what they were thinking.
But I'm not that stupid. The team needs a Control Type Martial Soul, so why must I be the one to sacrifice?
Having lived two lives, Tang San possessed maturity far beyond that