They had not even had a chance to strike before dying miserable, stifled deaths. Under the shockwaves, they were reduced to shattered ice.
After that single move, the only survivors were Cold-faced Killer Luo, Li Xiaoge, Shangguan Feihong, Chen Guichen, Master Ma, Demon Moon Empress, Zhou Xiaolang, Xiong Chumo, Old Man Shun, and a few others.
Only a few dozen people survived in total. Everyone else had gone to collect their boxed lunches.
Demon Moon Empress's beautiful eyes flickered with disbelief. In a slightly reproachful tone, she said, "Emperor Lord, you even wanted to kill me just now? Are you crazy?"
Chen Yan glanced at her grandfather, her eyes filled with shock.
Blood trickled from the corner of Chen Guichen's mouth. He had been injured while resisting the cold current. He would have been fine on his own, but Chen Yan was with him.
Ling Yun said, "Today's Prosperous Auction has really pissed me off!"
A large group of elders came from outside the Prosperous Auction. They were all members of the Prosperous Auction, and each one was blazing with fury, as though they wanted to rush up and beat Ling Yun to death with clubs.
"You... If Great Emperor Juetian were here, ten King of Hells like you still wouldn't be his match."
An elder looked at Ling Yun as he spoke.
"The old master will certainly avenge the young master. If you survive today, King of Hell, you'd better wash your neck clean."
"Don't expect yourselves to live. I can see through those little tricks behind your backs. The God Demon Axe is merely your smokescreen, and Juetian is in the Demon Domain."
Ling Yun had already confirmed one fact: Great Emperor Juetian truly was not at the Prosperous Auction. The divine artifact being auctioned here was merely