At the sight of the Wanbao Pavilion auctioneer making his move, many people in the hall were startled.
"Peak Nascent Soul! Wanbao Pavilion really is unfathomably deep. No wonder it has stood for tens of thousands of years, with shops throughout Yanzhou. Even an auctioneer in Luoxing City has reached the peak of the Nascent Soul stage!"
Someone recognized the auctioneer's cultivation at a glance and couldn't help exclaiming.
"With that level of cultivation, he'd be qualified to serve as an elder in most sects across the Southern Ridge. Yet he's only an auctioneer at Wanbao Pavilion. I can hardly imagine how deep Wanbao Pavilion's foundations run!"
"No wonder you rarely hear of anyone daring to cause trouble at Wanbao Pavilion! With foundations like these, anyone who causes trouble is practically asking to die!"
"Exactly. I wonder where that man got the nerve to cause trouble at Wanbao Pavilion and act so arrogantly! Now he's thoroughly angered them. His fate is probably sealed..."
As they discussed the matter, many people wore delighted expressions.
Looking at the giant hand coming toward him, Ning Wangshu gave a scornful laugh and said disdainfully, "Hah, what kind of insignificant pest thinks it can lay a hand on me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Wangshu casually threw a slap through the air.
"Rumble!"
The void shuddered.
Before anyone could react, the giant hand reaching for Ning Wangshu was already disintegrating.
Then a palm strike, almost impossible to see with the naked eye, continued toward the auctioneer onstage.
The auctioneer's expression changed dramatically.
Just then, a sharp shout rang through the hall. "Stop!"
But Ning Wangshu paid no heed.
Before the other man's voice had even faded, the palm strike had already landed on the auctioneer...
"Boom!"
The auctioneer didn't have the slightest