The white-bearded old man was a man of wide experience. At auctions, he had seen plenty of bidders using their wealth to bully others, but someone as crazed as Number Sixty-Seven was a rarity.
He'd nearly doubled the price in one fell swoop. This wasn't just throwing his weight around with money; it was a fight to the death.
After staring blankly for a moment, the white-bearded old man finally said, "Number Sixty-Seven, one million. One million going once. Any higher bids? One million going twice..."
"One million two hundred thousand!"
The white-bearded old man's spirits soared. "Number One Thousand Three Hundred Forty-Two, one million two hundred thousand! One million two hundred thousand going once. Any higher bids? This fourth-tier Hundred Spirits Battle Robe is absolutely worth a million. Just imagine it: wearing this robe, you could easily withstand a strike from a Yang Venerable. You could roam the world, practically walk wherever you pleased. Is one million two hundred thousand too much? It truly isn't! One million two hundred thousand going twice..."
"One million two hundred and fifty thousand!"
At last, under the white-bearded old man's devilish enticement, another bidder entered the fray.
The white-bearded old man was right. The value of a fourth-tier Hundred Spirits Battle Robe was practically limitless.
"One million five hundred thousand!"
Xu Yi made another bid. This was nearly the limit he'd set for himself. If it went any higher, he might have to use his wind talismans to pay the difference. This was his final reserve, the reserve that gave him courage, though he didn't want to use it.
"Number Sixty-Seven, one million five hundred thousand! One million five hundred thousand going once. Any higher bids?"
The white-bearded old man's face nearly shone with excitement. "One million five hundred thousand going twice! Any