"Heh heh, Skull Old Monster, what domineering grandeur you have. But this item is of great use to me as well; otherwise, I might have let you have it, Fellow Daoist. As things stand, we can only rely on our own abilities. One million four hundred thousand spirit stones."
After learning Skull Old Demon's identity, all the demonic cultivators who had intended to bid for the item shrank back.
Leaving aside the fact that they knew themselves inferior in wealth, even if they could outbid him, offending the Yin Corpse Sect over this matter was clearly not worth it.
Skull Old Demon swept his gaze around. Seeing that no one was competing with him, a hint of delight appeared on his face.
This rare treasure was just about to become his for the taking.
Yet at that moment, a voice rang out.
"Jin Buhuan?"
"Indeed, it is I."
The speaker wore a green robe and looked to be around forty. His features were refined, his eyes clear and bright, and he appeared exceedingly elegant, like a scholarly gentleman. As he spoke and smiled, he did not seem to regard Skull Old Demon as a threat at all—or rather, he seemed wholly unafraid of offending him.
He indeed had the qualifications to do so.
Jin Buhuan, the Tianru Sect's Grand Elder, was on par with Skull Old Demon in both status and Cultivation Level.
In a one-on-one fight, he might be somewhat inferior, but his Divine Ability was unique. Even if he could not defeat the other man, it would be impossible for the other man to kill him. Moreover, the two clearly had a grudge against each other.
Now that they had met, they naturally had to fight tooth and nail.
"I am determined to have this item. No one