Chapter 72: Tailgating
As soon as the words left his mouth, the dark-faced burly man's vision blurred. Two grey-robed old men appeared before him, staring at him coldly.
A flicker of wariness quickly crossed the dark-faced burly man's eyes. He gave a soft snort and sat down.
Seeing this, the two grey-robed old men did not leave. They continued standing beside the dark-faced burly man, apparently to intimidate the others.
"This fellow Daoist has bid two thousand two hundred Spirit Stones. Does anyone offer more?" The middle-aged man swept his gaze over the crowd and called out loudly.
Since the dark-faced burly man had stopped speaking, the others were even less likely to say anything.
In the end, the Soul Suppressing Lock fell into Shi Yue's hands.
He went up to the platform and paid the Spirit Stones in full. Then he took the Soul Suppressing Lock and turned to leave. Just then, the dark-faced burly man's voice rang out in Shi Yue's mind. "Boy, if you know what's good for you, transfer this item to me after the auction. Otherwise, heh heh."
The threat in the dark-faced burly man's words was plain as day.
Shi Yue heard him and knitted his brows, letting out a quiet sigh in his heart. It seemed that strength was what mattered most, no matter where you were. If he were a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, the other man probably wouldn't dare threaten him so brazenly!
He silently committed the dark-faced burly man's appearance to memory and returned to his seat.
By then, the middle-aged man had already lifted the second piece of red silk, revealing a gleaming silver flying dagger.
"The second of the Finale Auction Items is the Top-grade Magic Tool Cold Moon Saber. It was forged from the sharp claws of a