"Any... any more bids?"
Han Fei of the West Cold Sect felt utterly miserable. Why had he come to work as an auctioneer when he had nothing better to do?
In the past, the West Cold Sect had been quite the local tyrant in West City.
But now that the Ancient Heavenly Palace had emerged, countless powerful factions had arrived in West City, reducing the West Cold Sect to a little loach in the mud that anyone could step on.
Though infuriated, he was also helpless.
This world had always revered strength above all else.
He swept his gaze around, hoping someone else would make an offer.
A bid of sixteen million Supreme Spirit Liquid was simply too low.
Yet Jiang Ling of the Sword Immortal Sect, Mu Shan, the young master of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion, and Qin Ya, the eldest young lady of the Horizon Pavilion, all fell silent almost simultaneously.
They had all witnessed how Zhao Chen had displayed his might and effortlessly suppressed Xia Hong, the Fourth Prince of the Great Xia Dynasty.
They had no ability to contend with such strength.
Furthermore, the Nine Dragons Immortal Slaughtering Array had been given by that peerlessly beautiful woman to the person now speaking.
What did that signify?
Only equals could receive such treatment.
"Fine. Sixteen million Supreme Spirit Liquid, sold!"
Though unwilling, Han Fei of the West Cold Sect had no choice but to finalize the sale quickly.
If he truly angered Zhao Chen or Nine Nether, the West Cold Sect might not even be able to continue existing in West City.
"The final auction item is surely what everyone has been waiting for!"
Han Fei of the West Cold Sect composed himself and regained his calm before directly lifting the red cloth.
A token had appeared