Gods Reveal Their Cards, Su Chen Challenges Them

Everyone in the venue focused their gazes on Private Room No. 2, holding their breath as they waited to see whether the person inside was truly that bold.

The woman onstage also looked toward Private Room No. 2, the wooden gavel in her hand remaining suspended for a long while.

"Twenty million and one." The man's voice from Private Room No. 2 rang out again.

The auction house immediately erupted into commotion. A crowd of spectators who loved nothing more than watching trouble began to discuss it excitedly.

The people from the Clear Sky Sect did not waste any time either. They directly called out, "Twenty-five million."

"Twenty-five million and one." The bid followed immediately, still coming from that mysterious Private Room No. 2.

Qian Renxue gently patted Su Chen's hand and said softly, "You're so bad! The people from the Clear Sky Sect are probably going to be furious."

Su Chen laughed. "Hahaha, Xue'er, do you like it?"

Hearing that, Qian Renxue smiled faintly. "Hehe, I do quite like it."

Hu Liena seemed as though she had discovered a whole new world and exclaimed in surprise, "Xue'er, since when did you start talking so cutely? Even saying 'hehe'!"

Qian Renxue: "..."

Su Chen felt that Hu Liena was probably just an utterly dense straight-laced woman.

Elsewhere, The middle-aged man from the Clear Sky Sect appeared to have been enraged. Rising to his feet, he said, "Thirty-five million! Brat, stop causing trouble!"

As soon as those words were spoken, the venue fell silent once more.

That was a blatant threat!

Relying on Tang San's protection within their sect, they were actually being this shameless.

Of course, such thoughts could only remain in everyone's hearts.

Across the continent, anyone who dared to speak ill of Tang San or the Clear Sky Sect had long since died.

Hearing the Clear Sky Sect's words, Su Chen found it a little amusing. A brat?

"Seventy million!"

Su Chen said indifferently, clearly not taking the people from the Clear Sky Sect seriously at all!

The man from the Clear Sky Sect seemed unable to believe it. He glared furiously at Private Room No. 2 opposite him, staring fixedly at Su Chen.

"Seventy million, going once!"

"Seventy million, going twice!!"

"Seventy million, going three times!!!"

"Since no one is raising the bid, this exquisite work of art shall be purchased by Private Room No. 2!" the woman onstage said coyly, her eyes brimming with tenderness.

Selling something worth ten million for seventy million—wasn't that a huge spender?

The people from the Clear Sky Sect sat down angrily. Though the Clear Sky Sect had money, the rest had to be saved for the Hundred-Thousand-Year Immortal Herb.

Thirty million was already the true value of that work of art. Bidding any higher would be a waste of money.

Su Chen said blandly, "How boring. You're not raising the bid anymore?"

After saying that, Su Chen directly switched off the voice amplifier and drew the curtains, looking utterly listless.

This reaction left everyone present completely stunned. Someone actually dared to provoke the Clear Sky Sect so openly!

This was the number one sect on the continent!

The people from the Clear Sky Sect stared blankly at Private Room No. 2. Ever since the God War, it seemed that no one had challenged the Clear Sky Sect for a very long time.

The middle-aged man said coldly, "Find out exactly who they are. Anyone who dares oppose my Clear Sky Sect must be prepared to pay the price!"

Dai Mubai in Private Room No. 1 was also slightly taken aback. There were still such reckless fools around these days? In these times, having money alone made it difficult to stay alive.

Dai Mubai then shook his head, not caring in the slightest.

He merely said to the twins beside him, "Put it in a little deeper."

The next few items were all things used for cultivation. Naturally, the major sects were not lacking in such things, so none of them placed any bids.

At last, the finale item finally appeared.

With a wave of her jade-like hand, the woman onstage produced two immortal herbs before everyone's eyes. The immense aura of the immortal herbs intoxicated the entire crowd.

Just smelling the herbs' aura made them feel refreshed and invigorated. If one could truly absorb one of those immortal herbs, how powerful would that be?

Even a useless Soul Master could probably become a gifted Soul Master. Everyone widened their eyes, ready to start bidding!

Seeing the excited looks in everyone's eyes, the woman smiled slightly. "The first immortal herb starts at one hundred million. You may begin bidding!"

The woman had a feeling that this auction would surely become the largest transaction in history!

"Two hundred million!"

The moment the woman finished speaking, someone began raising the bid.

"Three hundred million!" Bids came one after another without pause.

Before long, the price had directly risen to one billion, with the bidding in the venue continuing to surge.

The crowd's eyes gradually filled with fervor.

The people in the second-floor private rooms had yet to speak. So far, this was merely small-scale sparring.

Before long, when the price reached ten billion, the bidding finally began to quiet down. An immortal herb was truly priceless.

Selling it for one hundred billion would not be a problem. It was not that it was worth only that much, but even top-tier sects only had that much liquid capital available.

What no one had expected was—

Private Room Number One actually raised its bidding plaque!

In an instant, the noisy auction hall fell silent. This figure was far more formidable than the Clear Sky Sect.

The God of War—Dai Mubai!

A true god had actually entered the bidding!

A majestic voice rang out. "Twenty billion."

The voice carried a trace of divine power, giving everyone in the hall a suffocating sense of pressure—everyone except Su Chen.

Only after quite a while did the crowd come back to their senses. Gods were actually this powerful!

For a time, no one below dared to bid. That was the God of War! A true god!

Bidding against him now would be courting death, wouldn't it?

Inside Private Room Number Two, Hu Liena said angrily, "What a crafty little cat. He's really shameless! Twenty billion? He thinks he can take away the Hundred-Thousand-Year Immortal Herb for just twenty billion?"

Su Chen smiled as well. "Sister Nana, bid! Let's offer eighty billion!"

"Huh?" Hu Liena was somewhat stunned.

It seemed that even the three of them combined did not have that much money.

"The God of War bids twenty billion, going once!"

"Going twice!"

But seeing Su Chen's confident gaze, and with the woman about to strike the hammer for the third time, Hu Liena immediately lit up her bidding plaque.

The woman onstage froze as well.

Private Room Number Two had actually bid! They actually dared to raise the price against a god!

"Eighty billion," Hu Liena said slowly.

Dai Mubai stared at Private Room Number Two in disbelief, his face full of shock, as though something impossible had happened.

Dai Mubai spoke again, his words carrying a faint trace of divine power. "May I ask who is in Private Room Number Two?"

The overwhelming pressure made it even harder for everyone present to breathe. Some of the weaker ones even fell to their knees outright.

Su Chen effortlessly blocked the divine power mixed into his voice and said calmly, "Oh? Since when does an auction require bidders to reveal their identities? God of War, surely you aren't going to forbid others from competing?"

Gasp!

This person really was not afraid of death!