The final item at the black market auction was a treasure armor at the Divine Weapon tier.
Chen Ping'an had little interest in it.
For one, the armor's grade was merely ordinary. Even among ordinary Divine Weapons, it was not particularly outstanding.
For another, with his current cultivation, once he unleashed the Ten Thousand Demons True Body, its defensive power far surpassed this kind of Divine Weapon. Not to mention the Azure Sun Blood Refinement Method he would cultivate later.
Defensive treasure armor at the level of ordinary Divine Weapons offered him almost no benefit.
Even Powerful Divine Weapons were little more than better than nothing to him.
Only Top Divine Weapons, or exceptional pieces among Powerful Divine Weapons, could be of substantial help to him.
After all, no matter how formidable one's fleshly body was, being caught in a bitter battle still carried the risk of injury. If he could have treasure armor protecting him on top of that, it would naturally be ideal.
While the final lot was being auctioned, Chen Ping'an stepped down from the stone pillar platform and headed backstage to settle the transaction.
"So he knows how to run!?"
The Blood Centipede's eyes flickered as he watched Chen Ping'an's movements.
"Too late!"
A mocking look surfaced on the Blood Centipede's face.
He had run rampant through the Thunderclap Mountain Range for so many years. If someone could slip away from him so easily, then there would be no point in him continuing to make a living here.
In the backstage area of the stone cave, Chen Ping'an was handing over the Mystic Armored Beast's remains.
"Please inspect them, Senior."
Several Black Spirit Gate stewards stood respectfully before Chen Ping'an.
Though this black market auction was nominally organized by several major shops, its greatest supporter behind