"Grand Ancestor, bid faster next time. Don't let someone beat you to it."
Yang Ling spoke solemnly.
Quite a few people on the Great Dream Dynasty's side were so angry they laughed.
The newly appointed Office Lord of the Myriad Manifestations Office said with a laugh:
"What good are these tricks of yours? Childish games."
Yang Ling said, "If they're no good, why are you angry?"
"Who says I'm angry?"
The middle-aged man in blue retorted coldly, then fell silent.
Those on the Great Dream Dynasty's side could already see it perfectly clearly.
This Master Yang, who had been put on the list of those to be purged, was using the last moments of his life to take revenge on the Great Dream Dynasty.
Even facing death, he wanted to disgust them one last time.
"Young Master Yang really has guts."
Ye Qingdong was filled with emotion.
They were both Fourth Rank, but in his place, even knowing certain death awaited him, he would not have dared provoke the immortals present like this.
After all, there were many methods in this world that could make someone suffer ten million times more than death.
"Five Venom Emperor Lord, your subordinate has successfully bid two hundred Black Tortoise Longevity Blood Pills for ten Grandmasters. Please bestow the pills upon me, Emperor Lord."
Zhao De cupped his hands and bowed toward the sky.
Everyone saw a flash before their eyes, and two brocade boxes appeared in his hands.
"Does your Abyssal Beast Cavern truly intend to do this?"
The Grand Ancestor smiled faintly. "Don't let a junior drive a wedge between us."
"Rest assured, senior. We won't touch the Great Dream Dynasty's Grandmasters. We can discuss matters afterward!"
Zhao De spoke solemnly.
Discuss matters afterward?
The Grand Ancestor and the others looked thoughtful.