Inside Room Sixty-Eight, Su Mo wore a smile as he kept bidding, sweeping one treasure after another into his bag.
The entire auction seemed to have become a stage for him alone, making everyone present look increasingly grim.
The auction continued, and Su Mo continued bidding. Occasionally, someone competed with him, but he named outrageous prices that crushed his opponents into silence.
Everyone in the venue wore dark expressions, the anger in their hearts growing heavier and heavier, as though it could erupt at any moment.
"Fine, then!" Su Mo swept his gaze across the venue. Seeing the fury on countless faces, he temporarily stopped bidding after winning nearly twenty treasures.
Naturally, he did not bid on ordinary treasures. But as long as something was even slightly decent, he would certainly take it into his bag.
When they saw that Su Mo had stopped bidding, countless martial artists in the auction hall immediately heaved a great sigh of relief.
If this continued any longer, their fury would explode.
The auction did not stop, and Su Mo frequently bid. Every one or two treasures, he would make an offer. The number of treasures he won grew ever greater, quickly reaching more than thirty.
Inside the palace, the High Priest sat expressionlessly, listening to the report from his subordinate below.
"Reporting to High Priest, there is a young man in black robes inside Room Sixty-Eight. His face is stern, and he is completely unfamiliar. His cultivation should be at the Martial Venerable realm eighth layer!" said a Witch Tribe expert.
"How many treasures has he won?" the High Priest asked expressionlessly.
"A total of thirty-two. The Spirit Crystals have not yet been paid," said the Witch Tribe expert.
"What is their value?" the High Priest asked again.
"The total value is already