The Mittel Family Auctions Ning Rongrong? Ning Fengzhi Breaks Down!

The Black-Corner Region, on the trade road leading to the Jia Ma Empire.

The prison wagon rattled along without pause, surrounded by the grating screech of metal.

At that moment, the little princess Ning Rongrong was curled up inside a cage reeking of blood.

The Silk Brocade Dress that had once been worth a fortune was now nothing more than filthy rags, barely covering her delicate body.

"Cry, cry, cry! Cry again and I'll have my way with you right now!"

The mercenary escorting her looked impatient. His whip cracked against the iron cage, sending sparks flying. Startled, Ning Rongrong screamed again, then curled into a ball and bit down hard on her lip, not daring to make another sound.

She was truly terrified.

Over the past few days, her entire worldview had been shattered.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda she had once been so proud of was, in the eyes of people in this world, nothing more than a broken toy that could glow.

"Hey, Third, don't damage the merchandise."

Nearby, a leader astride a First-Order Magical Beast, a Thick-Armored Pig, spat on the ground. His lecherous gaze swept over Ning Rongrong, as if he were looking at a fine cultivation vessel.

"She's a top-grade beauty from another world. Sure, she's weak—even below the third stage of Dou Qi—but she's got tender skin, and that delicate, pampered noble air of hers is something those coarse women in the Black-Corner Region can't match."

"I heard the Mittel Auction House is holding a major auction soon. A rare item like her will definitely fetch a sky-high price there!"

"The Mittel Auction House?" The mercenary with the whip brightened at that.

"That's one of the three great families of the Jia Ma Empire! If we can get in with them, we brothers will be rolling in money!"

"Of course. Besides this little beauty from another world, we've got plenty of other good stuff on this trip."

As he spoke, the leader pointed to a prison wagon behind them.

Trembling, Ning Rongrong raised her head and followed his finger. Her pupils suddenly contracted.

Inside the huge, specially made iron cage behind them were seven or eight beautiful women, human from the waist up and with snake tails below!

Each of them had a stunning, sinuous figure, but now they were chained by their collarbones like livestock. They were covered in blood, their eyes filled with despair.

"Are those... from the Snake-Person Tribe?"

Ning Rongrong had seen people with similar Martial Souls at the Soul Fighting Arena in Heaven Dou City. But even those Soul Masters, when their Beast Martial Souls manifested, hadn't been as visually overwhelming as the creatures before her.

Their instinctive wildness and allure radiated even from within the cage.

But... were there really people who were attracted to snakes?

Clang!

Suddenly, the prison wagon came to a stop.

"We're here! Get the damn merchandise off the wagons, and make sure you scrub them clean!"

At the leader's shout, several burly men immediately opened the cage. They seized Ning Rongrong by the hair like they were dragging a dead dog and hauled her bodily out.

"Ah! It hurts! Let go of me! I'm from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—"

Smack!

Before she could finish, a loud slap cut her off.

The mercenary, who was only a One-Star Dou Practitioner, wore a vicious expression. He grabbed Ning Rongrong's face—the same face countless people had once held in the palm of their hands—and snarled:

"What the hell is a Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? I'm sick of hearing about it."

"Remember, you're a slave now. You're merchandise for people to play with!"

"Keep this in mind: if you don't behave onstage later, I'll throw you into a pack of Magical Beasts to feed the dogs!"

With that, he shoved the despairing Ning Rongrong forward, then roughly hosed her down with water. Finally, he forced her into an extremely revealing dancer's outfit.

Only after all that were Ning Rongrong and the Snake-Person Tribe beauties herded toward the so-called Mittel Auction House.

Meanwhile, on the Douluo Continent.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's main hall.

At that moment, a deathly silence had fallen over the entire sect.

Yet the sound of the whip striking the iron cage in the image rang clearly in everyone's ears.

"Pfft!"

Ning Fengzhi was already utterly distraught. When he saw with his own eyes his daughter being slapped by that lowly mercenary and dragged along like livestock, he could no longer suppress the blood surging backward through his body. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, then slumped over the sect master's throne, his whole body limp.

" Sect Master!"

"Fengzhi!"

The elders and disciples around him rushed over in alarm.

But Ning Fengzhi shoved them all away as if he'd gone mad. His eyes, usually full of wisdom, were now bloodshot.

"Rongrong! That's my Rongrong!"

Ning Fengzhi pointed at the Sky Screen with a trembling finger, his voice hoarse.

"She's the most gifted successor the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has had in centuries! My precious daughter, the one I held in my palm for fear she'd fall, and kept in my mouth for fear she'd melt!"

"But now... now..."

"That bastard! How dare he slap her in the face! And grab her by the hair and drag her along like a dead dog!"

At that moment, Ning Fengzhi broke down.

If she had been killed by a powerful opponent, that would have meant she wasn't strong enough. It would have been fate.

But now, his daughter—the lofty little princess—was being subjected to humiliation in that world more painful than death.

The feeling was more agonizing to this father than if she had been killed.

"Arrgh! Damn you, Sky Screen!"

Nearby, Sword Douluo Chen Xin, who had been silent all this time, finally erupted.

The Titled Douluo hailed as the world's strongest in attack now had his silver hair whipping wildly around him. His terrifying sword intent raged out of control, on the verge of running rampant. He wished he could charge straight over there.

"Seven Kill Sword, open!"

Chen Xin roared. The phantom of the Seven Kill Sword behind him instantly swelled to a hundred meters, and he swung it at the light curtain in the sky, channeling his life's cultivation into the strike.

He wasn't hoping to save Rongrong. He only wanted to vent his fury—and to tear the mercenary who had slapped Rongrong to pieces!

Yet the sword energy, powerful enough to make heaven and earth change color, touched the light curtain and vanished like a drop of water merging into the sea, without raising even a ripple.

"It's no use. It's completely useless..."

On the other side, Bone Douluo Gu Rong watched the scene, two streams of tears rolling down his withered, skull-like face.

Then he clutched his own skull Martial Soul so tightly that his fingernails sank deep into his flesh.

"The power we're so proud of can't even break through a projection of that world."

"Our wealth, enough to rival a nation, is less than dirt in those people's eyes."

"What are we supposed to be, one of the Upper Three Sects? What are we supposed to be, Titled Douluo? We can only watch as our own granddaughter is captured, made a slave, and dragged off to be auctioned!"

Just like that, an unprecedented despair swept over the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

The disciples watching the broadcast were all deathly pale, their faith shattered.

They had once believed their sect was invincible: wealthy and powerful, with two Titled Douluo standing guard.

But now, watching their usually spoiled little princess being led into an auction house like a dog, about to be sold as a plaything to those lecherous men, they finally understood.

Before the terrifying Battle Through the Heavens World, the so-called Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was nothing but a joke.

Meanwhile, at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Thunder rumbled over True Dragon Mountain.

As one of the Upper Three Sects, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had always prided itself on possessing the continent's strongest Beast Martial Soul, and its members were exceedingly arrogant.

But now, watching the scene in the light curtain, the current clan head, Yu Yuanzhen, stood silent at the edge of a cliff for a long time.

Behind him stood a group of clan elders, every one of them looking grim.

"Clan Head, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is finished this time."

An elder spoke in a low voice, his tone tinged with complicated emotion.

"Ning Rongrong's been captured and taken to auction. That's not just a disgrace to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—it's brought shame upon the entire Soul Master World of our Douluo Continent."

"The direct heir of one of the Upper Three Sects has actually become a slave..."

"Hmph! A disgrace?"

Hearing that, Yu Yuanzhen turned around sharply. His eyes flashed with lightning, and his voice was full of self-mockery.

"Do you think this is just about losing face?"

"Look at the people who captured Ning Rongrong, then look at the guards at the auction house!"

"Even a random family's guards in that world are comparable to our Soul Emperors!"

"How are we supposed to fight them?"

After speaking, Yu Yuanzhen took a deep breath. His finger trembled slightly as he pointed at the Sky Screen, and his voice suddenly rose.

"We always thought the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon was invincible under heaven, that Dragon Transformation would let us sweep all before us."

"But take a good look at the decorations at the entrance to that auction house!"

At his words, everyone hurriedly looked closer.

On either side of the Mittel Auction House's main entrance were two lifelike reliefs of enormous beasts.

Their bodies coiled sinuously, their scales bristling. Even through the screen, they radiated an oppressive might that made it hard to breathe.

"Th-those are..." The elders' pupils contracted sharply.

Yu Yuanzhen shook his head at the stunned elders, then let out a bitter laugh.

"They're only reliefs, but their bearing and aura are more lifelike and terrifying than the dragon we become with our Martial Soul Avatar!"

"In that world, dragons are probably real creatures—and ones that sit at the top of the food chain."

"As for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul we're so proud of, it probably wouldn't even measure up to a lizard over there!"

"If our people went there and used our Martial Soul Avatar, those powerful people might mistake us for Magical Beasts with a trace of dragon blood, capture us, rip out our tendons and skin us, then forge us into weapons and armor!"

Hearing this, every elder of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan felt a chill shoot from the soles of their feet straight to their scalps.

That was right.

They were human, but in the eyes of that world's powerful beings, would people with Beast Martial Souls be mistaken for half-human, half-beast monsters?

Ning Rongrong had been captured as a slave because she was beautiful.

But those burly men among them, with their bulging muscles and their tendency to transform into dragons at the slightest provocation, might only be useful as corpses to be stripped for their cores—or as mounts!

"Terrifying..."

The next moment, Yu Yuanzhen looked up at the sky and watched the auction house's curtain slowly rise, his eyes filled with sorrow.

"What happened to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is a warning to us."

"Before this so-called Battle Through the Heavens World, our Douluo Continent is truly too weak."

Meanwhile, on the Sky Screen, the scene shifted.

Inside the Mittel Auction House, the lights blazed and the crowd roared.

Countless powerful Dou Qi practitioners in fine clothes sat in their seats, their greedy eyes fixed on the stage.

As for the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong, she was locked in a huge crystal cage. As the lift rose slowly, she appeared before everyone in the hall. She was to be tonight's grand finale!

In a VIP box on the second floor of the auction house,

a woman in a red dress, so alluring to the extreme, swirled the wine in her glass and watched Ning Rongrong below with keen interest.

"Oh? A little girl from another world? She doesn't seem to have any Dou Qi at all, but her soul force is rather pure..."

The woman parted her red lips, her voice soft and intoxicating.

"Now, there's an interesting little toy."

This woman was Ya Fei of the Mittel Family!

Inside the Mittel Auction House, the atmosphere was feverish, almost frantic.

The huge crystal chandeliers cast a hazy glow, illuminating the entire auction house as if it were broad daylight.

There was none of the so-called gentlemanly decorum found at auction houses on the Douluo Continent. Here, there was only money and power.

"Everyone, the grand finale is still to come, but I'm sure you won't be disappointed by this appetizer!"

On the auction stage, an old man in a splendid suit beamed as he brought down his crystal hammer, sending ripples of energy through the air.

"First item up for auction!"

At the old man's wave, a maid walked onto the stage carrying a silver tray.

When the red cloth was lifted, a wave of scorching energy swept across the hall, making even the distinguished guests in the front row feel their faces burn.

It was a fist-sized crystal, crimson all over, with what looked like flames burning inside it.

"The Magic Core of a Fourth-Order Magical Beast, the Crimson Flame Demon Lion!"

The auctioneer glanced around, his voice brimming with excitement.

"This is a key ingredient in refining fourth-tier pills. Set it in a weapon, and your attacks will carry violent Fire Attribute Dou Qi! Bidding starts at fifty thousand gold coins!"

The Douluo Continent erupted at the sight of the Magic Core on the Sky Screen.

At Heaven Dou Royal Academy, in the education committee's hall,

Meng Shenji and the other two members of the education committee stared intently at the red crystal, their expressions astonishing.

"A F-Fourth-Order Magical Beast? What kind of strength does that Soul Beast have?"

Meng Shenji's voice trembled as he felt the terrifying density of energy transmitted even through the screen.

"That energy fluctuation is definitely no weaker than that of a fifty-thousand-year Soul Beast from our Douluo Continent!"

"The Soul Core—or Spirit Bone—of a fifty-thousand-year Soul Beast?"

Beside him, education committee member Bai Baoshan swallowed hard, his face equally aghast.

"In our world, hunting a fifty-thousand-year Soul Beast requires at least a Titled Douluo to lead the team, and even then, success is only possible after a fight to the death."

"Moreover, after a Soul Beast dies, its Soul Ring must be absorbed immediately, and Spirit Bones are treasures found only once in ten thousand!"

"But in that world..."

"They're actually selling this level of power as a commodity?!"

"Fifty thousand gold coins? Just fifty thousand gold coins can buy something comparable to the core of a fifty-thousand-year Soul Beast's power?"