"Humph! We Dragons are not like you Phoenix, who only know how to stand behind others and clamor!" The Dragon expert's fury had clearly reached an uncontrollable point.
Yet his anger had obviously found the wrong target to vent upon.
Tian Feng laughed heartily and said, "We Phoenix are good friends with that friend. Letting a friend face the enemies of the Phoenix Race alone because of us is not the way we Phoenix do things."
"Sharp-tongued! Humph! This old man bids four hundred thousand Ruthless Marks!"
"This old man wants two batches of each of the two fruits!"
The Dragon expert knew only too well that in a contest of eloquence, he was no match for Qin Shaofeng and Tian Feng, the Phoenix Race's Third Young Master, working together.
Or perhaps he truly did not wish to keep dwelling on the matter.
With a shift in topic, they returned to the auction once more.
Tian Feng merely wanted to strike at the Dragons wherever possible; he had no genuine intention of going to war with them.
Hearing this, he said nothing further.
"Since our Dragon friend has bid four hundred thousand Ruthless Marks, is anyone else continuing to bid?" The Angel Race's Third Elder followed the Dragon expert's words and spoke.
The hall below fell silent once again.
The Angel Race's Third Elder did not waste any more time and quickly auctioned off the two batches of fruits in the same manner.
After Qin Shaofeng's competition with the Dragons over the fruits, the auctions for the remaining fruits finally seemed somewhat more normal.
The one most likely to spark another war was when Tian Feng of the Phoenix Race spoke up.
Yet Tian Feng had long since made thorough preparations.
He likewise participated in bidding for only two batches,