"Old me, old me—Pfft!"
The Great Elder of the Three Immortals Pavilion seemed to want to say something. He opened his mouth repeatedly, but in the end, another mouthful of old blood sprayed out, and he completely collapsed onto the ground.
He wanted to ask whether the two Formation Disks could be returned.
But he knew perfectly well that the other party had merely added thirty million, allowing him to bid the same amount as the Dragon Race expert. Clearly, that was not enough to let him raise the price.
What was more, once a number had been spoken, even an ordinary auction would not permit regret.
Much less an auction held by the Angel Race.
If he truly said those words, he would directly offend the Angel Race as well.
He only hated that mysterious person for not sending him a voice transmission sooner!
Little did he know.
There was no mysterious person at all. This was entirely the Angel Race's Third Elder returning a peach for a plum, all for the sake of angering him.
"Wow! Someone actually gave you money for free. How come this young master never had such good luck and connections?!" Qin Shaofeng's wistful voice rang out again.
"Indeed, our Dragon Race does not have such connections either. Giving away fifty million for nothing and asking no return—we Dragon Race cannot compare!" The Dragon Race expert seemed to once again stand on Qin Shaofeng's side.
The Great Elder of the Three Immortals Pavilion spat out another mouthful of blood.
The words were far from over.
The vast majority of people truly did not wish to offend a colossal force like the Three Immortals Pavilion.
But there were always exceptions.
The young man below the stage, who had already prepared himself for death, shouted loudly,