Two Great Empires, Top Three Sects Bid!

Down below the high platform, the scene had already descended into absolute chaos.

"Thirty million Gold Soul Coins!"

A gentle, refined voice suddenly rang out from a private room on the second floor.

Sect Master Ning Fengzhi of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could no longer maintain his usual composure and elegance.

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect bids thirty million Gold Soul Coins!"

"Plus two top-tier fifty-thousand-year Soul Bones!"

BOOM!

As soon as Ning Fengzhi finished speaking, a collective gasp echoed throughout the hall.

As expected of the wealthiest sect on the entire continent; this move was nothing short of bludgeoning people with money!

With that Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone, combined with the strength of Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, the power of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would surely see a terrifying surge!

However, before the echoes of Ning Fengzhi's voice had even faded.

On the other side, Prince Xue Xing of the Tiandou Empire slammed his hand onto the table, standing up with bloodshot eyes.

"Sect Master Ning, your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has quite the appetite, wanting to swallow such a supreme treasure all by yourselves!"

Prince Xue Xing bellowed, his entire frame of fat trembling with rage.

"The Tiandou Imperial Family bids forty million Gold Soul Coins!"

"And we will allow the selection of three rare treasures from the Tiandou Imperial Treasury!"

Beside him, Crown Prince Xue Qinghe watched the scene, a trace of an extremely subtle, cold sneer flashing in the depths of his eyes.

As Qian Renxue, the mole from Martial Soul Hall, she was naturally delighted to see the Tiandou Empire emptying its national treasury.

Xue Qinghe stood up at the opportune moment and shouted:

"My uncle is right!"

"This Tang Hao is a major criminal of the empire; the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone on his body should rightfully be taken over by the Tiandou Imperial Family!"

However, no sooner had the people of the Tiandou Empire spoken.

On the right side of the hall, a burly man with a scarred face, draped in a white tiger cloak, suddenly kicked his table to pieces.

"What is the Tiandou Empire? How dare you speak such nonsense here!"

The man radiated an incredibly sharp killing intent, clearly a fierce general seasoned by the battlefield.

"The Star Luo Empire bids fifty million Gold Soul Coins!"

"Plus two medium-sized refined iron mines!"

Hiss!

They were mad! Absolutely mad!

For the sake of the half-dead Tang Hao on the ground, for the sake of that Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone.

The two great empires, Martial Soul Hall, and the Upper Three Sects!

These behemoths, which usually stood high above, dictating the fate of the entire continent, were now bidding against each other like this.

At the edge of the high platform, Tang San, held firmly to the ground by two servants, felt his eyes splitting with rage.

"No, no, please!"

Tang San watched his father being treated like livestock, subjected to such frantic bidding.

He listened to the numbers climbing ever higher, listened to these people discussing without restraint how they would carve his father's bones out piece by piece.

The sensation was enough to drive Tang San to the brink of a breakdown.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, he whipped his head around to look at the Shrek Academy group not far away.

"Teacher! Dean Flender! Teacher Zhao!"

"Save my father! I beg you, please save him!"

"Use your money! Drive the price down and buy my father back!"

"I, Tang San, swear that I will be your beast of burden for the rest of my life, and I will repay this money ten times, a hundred times over!"

Listening to Tang San's desperate pleas, Flender, standing in the corner, turned pale.

Use money?

What could he possibly use!

Shrek Academy was so poor they could barely afford to eat; all the wealth Flender had saved in his entire life wouldn't even amount to a fraction of a single bid made here!

Fifty million Gold Soul Coins? Refined iron mines? Top-tier Soul Bones?

What did these astronomical figures, which only existed in legends, have to do with him?

"Little San, I..."

After a long silence, Flender could only close his eyes in agony, unable to bear looking at Tang San.

Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth, his whole body trembling, yet he didn't dare to utter a single word.

In this place where only money and power held sway, the two Soul Saints among them didn't even qualify as stepping stones.

Seeing Flender and Zhao Wuji fall silent, Tang San, not far away, was on the verge of collapse.

He abruptly turned his head to look at his most beloved teacher, Yu Xiaogang, the man known as the number one theoretical master in the world.

"Teacher! Say something, teacher!"

"Aren't you from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan? Please, go beg Sect Master Yu to help us!"

Hearing Tang San's desperate cry, Yu Xiaogang's old face turned the color of a pig's liver.

He trembled all over, looking at Tang San on the ground, then glancing at Yu Yuanzhen, who was nearby, his eyes red as he frantically bid.

Beg? What did he have to beg with?

He, a good-for-nothing expelled from the clan, was now expected to ask the Sect Master to spend tens of millions of Gold Soul Coins to save an unrelated Tang Hao?

Yu Yuanzhen would probably slap him to death on the spot!

"Xiao San, teacher, teacher has no money..."

Yu Xiaogang's lips trembled for a long time, and in the end, he could only dryly squeeze out this one sentence.

As soon as these words were spoken, Tang San was completely despairing.

No money?

Was this the teacher he took pride in?

Was this the Shrek Academy he had placed so much hope in?

In the face of true desperation, before these colossal powers, his Tang San, and the hidden weapons and theories he was so proud of, were as laughable as rats in a ditch.

What number one theoretical master, what Immovable Bright King!

All of them were useless! A bunch of cowards who didn't even dare to speak!

He hated Su Chen!

Hated this demon who had trampled his father and son underfoot!

But he hated even more these so-called great powers who watched coldly, even kicking them while they were down, and these useless teachers!

And at this moment, Tang Hao, who had been thrown into the center of the high platform like a lump of mud, also slightly opened his eyes.

Although his spirit power had been crippled, his senses as a Titled Douluo were still intact.

The frenzied bidding sounds in his ears, and the intermittent sobs of his son, caused him immense pain.

"My Martial Soul Hall bids sixty million!"

"Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect bids seventy million!"

Listening to these powers, whom he had once crushed with a single hammer, now fighting over his flesh and blood as if they were buying and selling pigs and dogs.

Tang Hao felt an extreme sense of humiliation.

And on the high platform, Su Chen continued to hold his teacup, watching everything with a detached expression.

Seeing the bidding price soar to an outrageous level.

Yue Guan of the Martial Soul Hall's eyes turned red, preparing to empty the branch hall's coffers.

Slap!

Su Chen put down his teacup and, with extreme abruptness, picked up the gavel and slammed it heavily onto the table.

This crisp sound instantly interrupted the frenzied bidding of everyone below.

The hall fell silent in an instant.

Everyone stared at Su Chen with bloodshot eyes, panting as they awaited the mysterious shopkeeper to announce the final decision.

However, Su Chen's gaze swept over Yue Guan and Ning Fengzhi and the others.

"Everyone."

"Tens of millions for broken scrap metal, and you want to exchange it for the life of a Titled Douluo and a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone?"

"Do you think Su is short of this mere mortal gold?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the hall was stunned, and Ning Fengzhi's brows furrowed instantly.

Not gold?

Then what did he want?

"Whatever Mr. Su wants, just say it!" Yue Guan gritted his teeth and said sinisterly.

Su Chen slowly stood up.

He didn't even glance at Tang Hao on the ground, but his gaze passed directly over the dense crowd, then landed on the blue-robed woman wearing a bamboo hat deep within the hall.