"Ah, no!" Just as Qin Fengming pinched out an incantation and offered up a Spirit Pattern of Restriction, the middle-aged cultivator surnamed Ye, whose expression had been calm and unruffled, suddenly shouted anxiously.
As his voice rang out, his figure had already retreated rapidly.
At the same time, the other two cultivators, who had been planning to test the broken sword after Qin Fengming finished, also changed expression abruptly as the shout arose. Their figures flashed, and they likewise retreated swiftly.
The enormous auction platform now had only Qin Fengming standing upon it.
His eyes fixed on the short sword that had suddenly flared with azure light in the air. Sensing a terrifying wind-blade aura sweeping over him like clashing metal, along with the muffled roar of thunder that seemed to resound beside his soul, Qin Fengming stood firm without shifting even an inch.
The force of divine-sense interference that had terrified the cultivators testing it earlier failed to manifest beneath his own terrifying divine-sense assault.
The terrifying, dazzling azure radiance had appeared with astonishing speed, but vanished just as quickly.
The instant Qin Fengming successfully controlled that restrictive sigil and made it touch the broken sword's body, the dazzling azure radiance suddenly drew inward and fell silent.
The broken sword's body, which had been humming and trembling, became completely motionless. The wind blades and low thunderclaps spreading outward also vanished without a trace.
"Impossible! Fellow Daoist, you actually managed to completely restrain this broken sword."
Looking at the broken sword, more than a foot long, hanging motionless in the air, the middle-aged cultivator surnamed Ye knew how formidable it was. His expression changed drastically, and he could not help crying out in shock.
After the auction house had accepted this broken sword, a City Lord of Duanshan City in