"What exactly are you?!
Since you've gone this far in scheming against the Kong Clan, do you still not dare show your true face?!"
Feeling that he had been played, Kong Daorong immediately roared in fury.
"My name is Zhuo Bufan, an insignificant nobody not worth mentioning.
Is Saint Lord Kong still bidding? Zhuo Mou has another bag of Spirit Stones here!"
The Black Clad Youth was utterly unmoved by the provocation. With a flash of spiritual light from his hand, he took out another identical Storage Bag.
"You!"
Hearing this, Kong Daorong immediately felt that the other party was treating him like an idiot, and his anger naturally surged.
Yet at the same time, the Black Clad Youth's wealth truly intimidated him. Before learning his background, Kong Daorong genuinely did not dare offend him.
Thus, after stammering for quite some time, he spat out a mouthful of blood in frustration.
"Brother Kong, you... Sigh, I'll take you back to your residence first."
Seeing this, the Saint Lord surnamed Yan did not wish to rashly stand up for the Kong Clan. Yet as an ally, he could not show no concern at all, so he simply left the auction hall with Kong Daorong.
Of course, even though he had been angered to the point of vomiting blood, for an early-stage Spirit Marshal, it was merely a blow to his pride and by no means a serious injury.
Therefore, nearly all the Five-Light Clan cultivators in the hall knew that Kong Daorong had merely gone back to investigate the Black Clad Youth's identity. This matter was far from over!
However, the ensuing excitement clearly could not be watched at this auction.
With Kong Daorong's departure, the auction finally returned to normal.
Although the Black Clad Youth made several more bids afterward,