At that thought, the Golden Armored Knight said coldly, "This is Guanglong Hall, not a theater. If you want to canoodle, you've come to the wrong place."
The square-faced middle-aged man and his two brothers turned deathly pale. The Golden Armored Knight glanced at the square-faced man and sneered. "Old Fang, even your reputation won't save you this time..."
Before he could finish speaking, his entire body instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist.
"Anyone who makes another peep before I've asked my questions will die!"
Xu Yi swept his gaze over the crowd and spoke icily.
The fire in his heart had long been impossible to suppress. He had only held it in out of concern for Yan Zi, but now he could no longer restrain himself.
Serves him right. He deserved to die.
The square-faced middle-aged man sneered inwardly.
I knew it. I knew he was going to kill someone.
The long-browed old man's heart pounded.
This is it. Even the Eight Great Immortal Sects wouldn't lightly provoke the forces of Guanglong Hall and the other two families. I'm dead for sure!
The big-nosed young man could only curse his rotten luck. These past few days, everything had gone wrong.
"Impudent!"
The red-browed burly man presiding over the auction bellowed, his fury reaching its peak.
It had been who knew how long since anyone had dared to cause trouble in Guanglong Hall. Today, at last, he had encountered another fool courting death.
He was just about to give the order when a gigantic palm of light came hurtling toward him. He desperately launched a ball of light, while the yellow-faced middle-aged man beside him snorted and swept out a wave of light.
The enormous palm of light pierced effortlessly through both the ball and the wave, then