The Silver Dragon Weeps! Su Ling Acts

The auctioneer on the stage had long since collapsed to the floor, trembling like a sieve, unable even to hold the gavel.

Order throughout the auction house had completely collapsed.

Like a massive stone cast into a lake, an even deeper chaos brewed beneath the deathly silence.

Yet this terrifying aura that made souls tremble came quickly and left just as quickly.

It receded like the tide.

All it left behind was endless residual might and a bone-deep chill.

Everyone's scalps went numb and their limbs turned icy; for a long while, no one could move.

The Mental Power of the Divine Origin Realm was an absolute suppression against anyone below God-level.

They could not even summon the thought of resistance.

After what felt like a century, the auctioneer finally climbed to his feet with the guards' support, trembling violently.

His voice shook beyond recognition. "S-Silence! Silence!"

"Th-that was only a minor interruption... W-we will continue the auction!"

"This... this Silver-haired Maiden, the starting bid... is ten thousand Gold Soul Coins!"

He tried to regain control of the situation, but there was no concealing the fear in his voice.

The aura of destruction receded like a tide.

Su Ling's hand around Qian Renxue's neck suddenly loosened, and his body swayed sharply, nearly unable to remain standing.

Violent coughing tore through his chest.

More blood seeped from the corner of his lips, dripping onto his bloodstained black robe and spreading into a deeper crimson.

Forcing out that instant of pressure had nearly drained the last trace of his strength.

The Destruction Divine Power frantically backlashed within him, while the searing pain of his Meridians being burned inch by inch sent waves of darkness across his vision.

"Cough... cough, cough... Y-you really are insane!"

Qian Renxue clutched her agonizing neck and coughed violently, tears forced from her eyes.

Seeing Su Ling on the verge of collapse, she was furious, frantic, and heartsick.

Mist filled her golden eyes.

Her voice carried tears and deep resentment.

"For a slave... you would even throw your life away?"

"Do you know that just now, you almost..."

She could not continue.

The signs of Su Ling's body collapsing in that instant had terrified her to the core.

She hurried forward and, ignoring Su Ling's resistance, forcibly supported his arm.

A gentle yet powerful stream of Angel Divine Power carefully flowed into him.

It attempted to suppress the rampaging Destruction Power and mend his body, which was on the verge of shattering.

"Get lost!"

Su Ling weakly shook off her hand. His voice was hoarse yet icy, filled with rejection.

He braced himself against the crystal windowsill, his gaze fixed firmly below.

After the brief deathly silence, the bidding cries below resumed in an even more sickeningly lewd manner.

"Fifteen thousand Gold Soul Coins! This little thing is tender enough!"

"Twenty thousand! I love little virgins like this!"

"Thirty thousand! I'll take her back and train her properly!"

Those filthy words were like poisoned needles, viciously stabbing into Su Ling's ears.

He had hoped that some great sect would notice that Gu Yuena might be extraordinary and bid for her.

At least then, she could be kept safe for the time being.

Yet there was no movement from Ning Fengzhi's Private Room.

Apparently, the struggle over the Soul Enlightenment Pill and the terrifying aura just now had left them with no time to spare for anything else.

Most of the other factions were also either waiting and watching or coveting the source of the pills.

They had little interest in the "goods" on the stage.

In the end, only two voices remained in the bidding, both brimming with nauseating desire.

"Fifty thousand Gold Soul Coins!"

A voice filled with lechery and excitement rang out from the Private Room occupied by Prince Xue Beng.

His face was flushed, and his eyes gleamed as he stared at Gu Yuena, saliva nearly dripping from his mouth.

Ever since Qian Renxue had caught him at Tianxiang Tower last time, Qian Renxue's people had castrated him. They had even stripped him naked and thrown him into the moat, leaving him soaked there for an entire morning.

That humiliation and the loss of his body had long since twisted his mind into something utterly perverse.

Now, as he looked at Gu Yuena's pure, fragile, adorable little face, his mind was filled with all sorts of cruel scenes of torture.

He fantasized about the sick thrill of utterly destroying that beauty.

"Hehe... buy her back... play with her slowly... even if she dies from it... it'll be worth it..."

He licked his lips and muttered to himself.

"Hmph! Xue Beng, you think you're worthy of competing with me? Seventy thousand!"

Another gloomy voice rang out. It was Yu Luomian of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

His eyes were murky as he too stared fixedly at Gu Yuena.

He made no attempt to hide his possessiveness and wicked thoughts toward such a young creature.

More importantly, his instincts told him that Gu Yuena's Dragon Bloodline was exceptionally pure. If he could mate with her, perhaps he could improve the quality of his Martial Soul.

The two kept raising each other's bids without yielding, and the price quickly soared to 100,000 Gold Soul Coins.

The filthy words spilling from their mouths grew increasingly unbearable.

Even the auctioneer frowned deeply.

Inside the iron cage, Gu Yuena curled up in a corner.

Her Silver Long Hair hung messily over her face, concealing most of it.

Those lewd bids, those greedy gazes that seemed eager to devour her alive, washed over her like an icy tide, completely drowning her.

The pain in her body had long since gone numb.

But the despair in her heart was like a cold venomous snake, gnawing away at the last trace of her Life Force.

Shengyan... did you really not want me anymore...

So that... really was only a dream...

Her hollow Purple Eyes stared at the cold floor. Her tears had long since dried.

All that remained was a dead, ash-gray gloom.

Abandoned, sold, treated as a plaything...

To her, this world held nothing but boundless darkness and bone-piercing cold.

She even hoped the auction would end sooner, so that all of this could end sooner.

Perhaps death was the only release.

Just as her consciousness was about to sink into endless darkness—

"One million."

A cold, hoarse, yet incomparably clear voice.

Exploded beside everyone's ears!

The voice had come from the Royal Box that had just emitted that terrifying aura!

"Whoa—!"

The entire venue instantly erupted!

The deathly silence was shattered, and everyone looked up in shock!

The enormous one-way crystal window had completely shattered.

A figure in a bloodstained black robe stood before the broken window like a spear.

His hood hung low, Shadows completely concealing his face.

All that remained was an aura of destruction, like a cold blade suspended over everyone's hearts.

Amid Xue Beng and Yu Luomian's nauseating bidding cries, at the very moment Gu Yuena had completely fallen into the abyss of despair, Su Ling could no longer endure it!

Disguise? Mission?

Before the Young Girl's hollow, deathly eyes, none of it meant anything anymore!

Besides, he felt that Gu Yue might have already realized that he had been reborn as well.

But he no longer cared!

Let Gu Yuena fall into the hands of those beasts, to be defiled and tortured?

That would hurt him a hundred times more than killing him!

He would rather die immediately than allow such a thing to happen!

The instant the glass shattered, Qian Renxue had already resumed Xue Qinghe's disguise, yet the grievance on her face could not be concealed.

"You!" Qian Renxue cried out behind him, furious and anxious.

She desperately maintained the Angel Divine Power flowing into Su Ling's body.

Helping him stabilize his body, which was on the verge of collapse, and the injuries that were violently rebounding against him.