Bidding Ten Million Gold Soul Coins!

At this moment, Tang San's voice rang out through the grand hall, sounding as if it had been torn apart.

He lunged off his chair, struggling and scrambling toward the man, ignoring the wounds bursting open on his body and the fresh blood seeping out.

Hearing Tang San's shrill cry, Yu Xiaogang, Flender, and Zhao Wuji, who were standing to the side, froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

They stared blankly at the man lying in a pool of blood on the floor, his arms severed, looking like a dead dog.

Was that the Clear Sky Douluo who, just last night, had left them gasping for air with nothing but his Slaughter God's Domain?

Was that Tang Hao, the wielder of the world's number one tool martial soul, the peerless ruthless man who had once smashed the Martial Soul Hall Pope into ruin with a single hammer strike?

Finally, Yu Xiaogang's legs gave way, and he slumped to the ground, his lips trembling.

"No... impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

Zhao Wuji was so terrified that his face turned deathly pale; he retreated repeatedly, looking at Su Chen on the high platform as if he were staring at a true monster.

It was not just the Shrek group.

In the corner of the hall, Yue Guan and Gui Mei, who had been sitting composedly, stood up abruptly after catching a clear look at the scrap-metal-like Clear Sky Hammer.

The two exchanged a glance, both filled with disbelief.

"It's that madman Tang Hao!" Yue Guan lowered his voice, his speech trembling.

Back then, it was this very hammer that had smashed the Pope Qian Xunji into ruin!

Yet now, this world-renowned Slaughter God had been crippled, his arms severed, and tossed out in public like trash!

On the other side, Yu Yuanzhen crushed the teacup in his hand, oblivious to the scalding tea spilling over his palm.

He looked at Su Chen on the high platform, having previously assumed that Dugu Bo's defeat was due to the physical frailty of a poison master.

But what about Tang Hao?

The strength and physique of the Clear Sky Sect were among the best on the entire continent!

Not to mention he possessed a hundred-thousand-year soul ring and the trump card of detonating his rings!

Had he really been completely crippled by this storyteller as well?

Deep within the crowd, the beautiful face of Bo Saixi, hidden beneath her bamboo hat, also changed color completely.

With her peerless Douluo spiritual power, she instantly probed the condition inside Tang Hao's body.

"His soul power has been completely suppressed by an incredibly tyrannical blood energy, his meridians shattered..."

Bo Saixi took a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly.

She was certain that this was not a method any ordinary soul master could achieve!

That Su Chen truly possessed a physical might that transcended all logic!

Everything he had said was actually true!

For a time, the entire hall fell into a deathly silence, with only the wailing of Tang San echoing through the space.

"Father! Wake up, Father!"

Tang San shook Tang Hao's body desperately, then turned his head to glare at Su Chen on the high platform, unable to stop himself from roaring.

"What did you do to my father?"

"I will kill you!"

"I, Tang San, swear that I will tear you into ten thousand pieces in this lifetime!"

Watching Tang San's impotent rage below the stage, Su Chen closed his folding fan and smiled faintly.

"You didn't have this attitude last night when you sent your father to wreck my place."

Su Chen looked down at him from his high position, his eyes filled with undisguised mockery.

"Didn't you think that having a Title Douluo for a father meant you could run rampant across the Douluo Continent and kill people with hidden weapons whenever you pleased?"

"Unfortunately, this backer you were so proud of couldn't even withstand a single slap from me."

Hearing this, the already broken Tang San was instantly silenced, unable to utter another word.

Following that, Su Chen paid no more attention to the red-eyed Tang San.

He walked slowly to the edge of the high platform, his gaze sweeping over the experts from various factions hidden within the crowd.

"My Listening Rain Pavilion has its own rules."

Su Chen's voice was not loud, yet it reached everyone's ears with perfect clarity.

"Since Tang Hao was inferior in skill and fell by my hand, everything he possesses now is my spoils of war."

As he said this, the folding fan in Su Chen's hand snapped open.

"Before we continue the storytelling today, let's add an impromptu auction."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the hall was stunned.

An auction?

What could possibly be auctioned in this teahouse?

Before the crowd could even react, Su Chen's voice, laced with a hint of playfulness, rang out once more:

"The auction item is a level ninety-five Titled Douluo, Tang Hao!"

As soon as these words left his lips, the entire main hall of the Listening Rain Pavilion erupted into absolute chaos!

Auctioning off a Titled Douluo?

This was a level of insanity never before heard of in the history of the Douluo Continent!

That was a supreme powerhouse standing at the very pinnacle of the continent!

To be put on display like livestock with a price tag attached?

Watching the restless crowd below, Su Chen added more fuel to the fire:

"Although I have crippled his arms and soul power, he possesses the most core heritage technique of the Clear Sky Sect: the cultivation method for the Great Sumeru Hammer."

"More importantly..."

Su Chen paused, the smile on his lips growing even more pronounced:

"On his body, he carries a complete set of top-tier soul bones, including one that every soul master dreams of—a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone!"

Hiss!

When the words "Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone" were uttered, the breathing of everyone in the hall came to a complete standstill.

Those soul masters who had originally come just to watch the spectacle now had bloodshot eyes and ragged, heavy breaths.

A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone!

It was a supreme treasure capable of driving any sect to madness, or even sparking a war between two empires!

As long as one bought this cripple and carved his bones out piece by piece, they could obtain this peerless treasure!

"How dare you!!!"

Hearing that Su Chen intended to auction off his father and even have people carve out his bones, Tang San was so enraged that he spat out another mouthful of blood on the spot.

He tried frantically to rush the high platform to fight for his life, but was kicked to the ground by two servants standing nearby, who held him pinned firmly in place.

"The starting price is ten million Gold Soul Coins, or equivalent rare treasures."

Ignoring Tang San's impotent rage, Su Chen simply tapped the table: "The auction begins now."

"I bid fifteen million Gold Soul Coins!"

No sooner had Su Chen finished speaking than an extremely feminine voice drifted from the corner.

Yue Guan suddenly tore off his black robe, making no effort to hide his identity as an elder of the Martial Soul Hall, his eyes locked firmly onto Tang Hao on the ground.

The death of Qian Xunji back then was a humiliation for the entire Martial Soul Hall.

If he could buy Tang Hao back and hand him over to the Pope for judgment, he would not only wash away that shame but also obtain the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone.

This was a deal the Martial Soul Hall would go bankrupt to secure!

"Martial Soul Hall certainly has a grand hand, but my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is also quite covetous of this Tang Hao!"

Yu Yuanzhen let out a cold snort and stood up directly: "Twenty million Gold Soul Coins! Plus three ten-thousand-year-level lightning-attribute soul bones!"

Whoosh!

Hearing this, the atmosphere in the entire hall was instantly pushed to its absolute climax.

The Sect Master of the Upper Three Sects and an elder of the Martial Soul Hall, usually so high and mighty, were now bidding frantically with bloodshot eyes like common merchants over a cripple.

Watching the various factions below arguing until they were red in the face over Tang Hao.

And looking at Tang San, who was pinned to the ground, watching helplessly as his father was auctioned off like a piece of merchandise, crying in heart-wrenching agony.

Su Chen withdrew his gaze and slowly turned around.

He walked back to the storyteller's desk, picked up his teacup, and took a gentle sip.