"Third Elder has shown this young master sufficient respect. Since Third Elder has spoken, this young master naturally has to return the favor. As long as the Dragon Race does not deliberately make trouble for this young master, letting him off is no issue at all. Let the auction continue."
Qin Shaofeng burst into laughter, the meaning behind his words painfully clear.
He needed the Dragon Race to bow their heads.
Though it sounded as though he agreed to let the matter drop, it was unbearably grating to the ear.
The Dragon Race expert's fury had already reached its peak.
Yet he did not dare say anything further.
If he spoke again, regardless of whether it was his fault, it would become the Dragon Race refusing to give the Angel Race face.
That would truly become a spectacle.
Seeing that he remained silent for a long while,
Qin Shaofeng's laughter became even more unrestrained. "Come, come, friends of the Dragon Race. Weren't you determined to win?"
"This young master got the better of you just now. Don't you want to surpass this young master in the bidding?"
"Rest assured, as long as your bid exceeds five million, this young master will immediately withdraw."
Qin Shaofeng continued laughing without pause.
It was another sentence that sounded exceedingly polite.
Yet whether it was that Dragon Race expert or certain seasoned old hands, all could hear the barb hidden within it.
A barb alone would have been one thing.
What left people even more speechless was that his words were filled with far too much uncertainty.
Did he truly want the God Slaying Spear, or did he merely want it as a collectible?
If it was the latter,
then once he truly provoked the Dragon Race into quoting an astronomical price, he would