Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth, forcing the words out through clenched jaws.
He prided himself on being the Grandmaster, a peerless authority on theory. He had traveled far and wide, and everyone had shown him some respect.
Even Pope Bibi Dong had once treated him...
Now, to be publicly called "waste" by some brat was worse than being killed.
"Just bear with it."
Flender sighed, looking rather helpless.
"You saw it yourself. Even a Titled Douluo like Dugu Bo came off worse against him. What can we do right now?"
At the mention of Dugu Bo, the fury in Yu Xiaogang's eyes eased slightly, replaced by a dark, calculating look.
He gave a cold laugh.
"Dugu Bo is nothing but a wild talent who made his way on his own, a lone wolf with no backing."
"But the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is different."
"Ning Fengzhi is the sect master, a man of deep cunning. Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo are renowned across the continent as top-tier powerhouses. They're a true colossus."
Just then, a commotion suddenly rose from the auction hall's entrance.
The previously noisy hall fell silent in an instant. Everyone turned to look at the entrance.
Three figures approached against the light.
The man in the middle was a refined, middle-aged man dressed in a spotless white robe. His face was as handsome as jade, his manner warm and gentle, and he held a jeweled scepter.
To his left stood an old man clad in an immaculate snow-white robe. His hair and beard were entirely white, and an ancient sword was strapped to his back. He was like a drawn sword, his sharp edge laid bare.
On the right stood a gaunt old man with sunken eye sockets. Though he looked somewhat sinister, the aura that