Short-Term Interests

The gavel fell.

In the end, Spirit Hall's financial strength proved superior.

Without the support of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, let alone Spirit Bones, those two old geezers would be lucky to buy one or two of the servant girls outside today.

They claimed to have fifty million, but whether they could actually produce fifty million was another matter.

Just as She Long prepared to take the Spirit Bones, Tang Lie shot out of his private room.

Without the slightest hesitation, Tang Lie swung the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, wreathed in blazing light, and smashed it straight toward the auction platform.

The hammer wind howled past, instantly sending several empty chairs in the front row flying. A string of sharp explosions rang through the air.

Fire-attribute Soul Power burned a layer of scarlet patterns across the hammer's surface, creating a suffocating sense of pressure.

Seeing this, Yue Guan chuckled softly and flicked his fingertips through the air. A vast spray of golden petals burst from his sleeve like meteors, spinning into a wall of flowers before the auction platform.

Every petal was as thin as a cicada's wing, yet its edges gleamed with a metallic chill.

When Tang Lie's hammer light crashed into the flower wall, countless clangs of metal rang out. The petals scattered in an instant, then swiftly converged again, forcibly blocking that mountain-splitting blow.

At the same time, Ghost moved. His figure flashed across the hall, and when he reappeared, he was already above the auction platform. With a downward press of his wide black sleeve, countless purple-black skulls surged forth like a tide, shrieking as they lunged for Tang Lie's face.

Tang Lie let out an enraged roar, and his second hammer sweep shattered more than half of the skulls.

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