Instant Kill

"If you won't scram, then don't blame me for being rude." A broadsword appeared in the old man's hand, and an overwhelming killing intent filled the room.

Bai Yuan's gaze turned cold. "I'll give you one last chance. Call out whoever is above you, or the consequences won't be something you can bear."

The old man could not help but burst into laughter. "What can a brat whose hair hasn't even grown in do to me?"

The other two appraisers also smiled disdainfully.

The beautiful woman who had guided them earlier seemed to have found a chance at redemption. She said contemptuously, "So you're a human trafficker who deserves to die. I thought you carried yourself with such grace and might bring us something good, but it turns out that girl was kidnapped. Men like you are the most disgusting."

Bai Yuan turned his indifferent gaze toward the beautiful woman.

At once, it was as though she had been targeted by some primordial beast. Her legs trembled, and her entire body went limp.

The woman struggled to stand, but her long legs seemed broken, trembling uncontrollably. Even if she barely managed to rise, she would immediately collapse again.

"Hmph." Bai Yuan gave her a faint glance.

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, raised the broadsword in his hand, and shouted sternly, "Brat, you dare hurt someone in my Heaven Dou Auction House? Die!"

The old man's third Soul Ring lit up. At the same time, he swung his broadsword, sending countless blade shadows carrying immense power slashing toward Bai Yuan.

The moment he attacked, the old man had gone for the kill. He had no intention of showing mercy—after all, this was merely a human trafficker trying to fool the Heaven Dou Auction House.

Bai Yuan's eyes remained utterly calm, without the slightest ripple. He did not make a move, merely saying flatly, "Di Tian, there's no need to hold back. Kill him, and the people above him will naturally show themselves."

Di Tian could not help turning to look toward the stunning figure beside him, invisible to ordinary people, who was carrying two children.

However, Gu Yuena had no intention of responding. She merely smiled softly as she pinched Bai Yu's little cheek.

They looked like a real mother and daughter.

Di Tian was immediately left speechless.

Just as the countless blade shadows enveloped Bai Yuan and were about to strike him, two fingers extended from the void and gently pinched the blade amid the myriad phantoms.

In an instant, all the blade shadows vanished. Only the broadsword tightly held in the old man's hand remained, along with a Middle-aged Man who had appeared out of nowhere and casually caught the blade between two fingers.

The Middle-aged Man wore black robes, his long hair draped over his shoulders. One hand rested behind his back as his golden eyes turned toward Bai Yuan. He said coldly, "Don't make me deal with trash like this."

"Trash?" The old man flew into a rage. His sixth Soul Ring—also his only ten-thousand-year Soul Ring—suddenly lit up.

Terrifying power burst forth from the broadsword, yet no matter what he did, he could not break free from those two slender fingers.

The old man was utterly horrified. Letting go of the broadsword with both hands, his legs went weak just like the beautiful woman's earlier, and he collapsed to the floor.

But he had no mind to get up. He only asked in extreme terror, "My lord, may I ask if you are a Soul Saint? Or perhaps a Soul Douluo powerhouse?"

Di Tian turned back with a smile. "Soul Saint? Soul Douluo? They are nothing but trash. To be honest, calling you trash is already praise. And dying by this king's hand is the greatest honor you could receive."

Di Tian exerted a little force with his two fingers, and the broadsword Martial Soul instantly exploded. Dozens of fragments shot into the old man's body.

For a moment, blood splattered throughout the room. The beautiful woman, who had only just barely recovered, had her legs go weak again and fell onto the floor.

A Soul Emperor-level powerhouse had been instantly killed?

The other two appraisers swallowed hard, their legs trembling as they dropped back into their seats.

The vengeful smile on Xiao Wu's face froze, as though she had become a lifelike yet strangely unnatural statue.

"Can you call the people above you now?" Bai Yuan's calm voice rang out as Di Tian vanished once more.

"Y-yes, honored... honored guest, p-please wait. I'll... I'll go right away." The beautiful woman scrambled out, crawling and stumbling, practically groveling with every step as she hurriedly fled the room.

She did not want to remain here for even another moment. Given the chance to leave, she decisively accepted the task.

The two appraisers cursed inwardly, "That bitch reacted fast!"

The two of them now felt as though they were sitting on pins and needles, uncomfortable all over. They wanted to stand, but their legs would not obey them.

Unconcerned, Bai Yuan walked over and sat in the chief appraiser's seat, beginning to examine the valuable auction items before him.

"This is a Crimson Blood Flower? One of the main ingredients for refining Blood Spirit Pills?" Bai Yuan's eyes lit up, and he casually set it aside.

Blood Spirit Pills were Second Grade healing medicines.

While they could not regenerate severed limbs, no matter how severe the external injury, taking one would restore the user.

"This is Sky Pattern Stone? An Array Base for a Level Two Five Elements Array?"

Bai Yuan tossed it aside as well, then happily continued searching for materials for alchemy, Artifact Refining, and arrays.

On the Douluo Continent, even though the system had altered the materials into things that existed in this world, those materials were still difficult to find.

It had been manageable during the Qi Refining Stage, but now that he had reached the Foundation Establishment Stage, the fact that he could not even gather all the ingredients for a single Marrow Cleansing Pill in the Star Dou Great Forest was enough to illustrate the problem.

At this moment, Bai Yuan searched with great delight.

As for Soul Tools, he did not care about them at all.

After a long while, a Middle-aged Man strode in with the bearing of a dragon and tiger, his face full of fury.

"I want to see what kind of god dares smash up my territory!" Before the Middle-aged Man even arrived, his voice came first. As he entered the room, he crushed the floor beneath his foot with a single step.

Ordinary Soul Masters could not possibly possess such tremendous strength without releasing their Martial Souls.

Yet this arrogant Middle-aged Man did, and he appeared utterly relaxed, revealing himself to be at least a seven-ring assault-type battle Soul Saint, perhaps even an eight-ring assault-type battle Soul Douluo.

Bai Yuan stopped what he was doing, raised his head to look at the Middle-aged Man who had arrived, and lifted an eyebrow. "You want to fight too?"

The Middle-aged Man's body went rigid.

In an instant, a bang rang out.

The Middle-aged Man sprawled flat on the ground, smashing the floor to pieces.

"N-No! This junior only came to pay his respects, Senior. I absolutely had no other intentions." Cold sweat beaded on the Middle-aged Man's forehead.

He had never imagined that the legendary God of Slaughter—the Humanoid Fierce Beast said to be capable of suppressing a level ninety-nine Peerless Douluo—would appear here.

That was why the Middle-aged Man had dropped to his knees so decisively.

"You know me?" Bai Yuan was somewhat surprised.

Among the Titled Douluo who had besieged him a year ago, this man did not seem to have been present. Moreover, his cultivation was not that of a Titled Douluo.

The Middle-aged Man answered truthfully, "A year ago, Spirit Hall circulated your portrait. However, only Soul Saints or above could access information of that level."