Yuan Qinghua sat as steady as a mountain and smiled. "You don't know the whole story, Master. Shopkeeper Luo tested this Dragon Beard himself with a spirit disc. Its spiritual power remains intact, making it suitable for forging a magical artifact. What is a million gold pieces compared to such a rare treasure? Just wait and see—people will fight tooth and nail for it."
Sure enough, the moment Yuan Qinghua finished speaking, Number Thirty-Seven raised his bidding paddle. "Fifty!"
Once someone had bid, the hidden competitors finally showed themselves.
After a few more rounds of bidding, only Number Seven, Number Seventeen, and Number Thirty-Five remained in the fierce contest. The price had climbed to eighty Supreme-grade Pills, yet no one had given up.
As the price neared a hundred pills, Number Eighteen suddenly stood and raised his paddle. "You youngsters are terribly rude. This item belongs to me, Yao. Here are a hundred Supreme-grade Pills. Take them!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Dragon Beard flashed into his palm like lightning, though no one saw him move. A purple pouch then landed on the raised platform.
The man cast off his black cloak, and the room erupted.
Xu Yi was just about to act when the man's gaze swept over him. A crushing pressure surged forth. With a sharp crack, the grand chair beneath Xu Yi collapsed under the weight.
Xu Yi crouched halfway down, gritting his teeth as he struggled to keep his body steady.
Too powerful!
Xu Yi was utterly shaken. This man's pressure was far heavier than Second Master Jiang's had been during their battle at the Ancient Tomb—or rather, they weren't even in the same league.
Xu Yi thought that if his Soul Power hadn't been tempered by lightning, that single glance would have pressed