Mittal Clan Auctions Ning Rongrong? Ning Fengzhi Collapses!

On the trade route leading to the Jia Ma Empire within the Black-Corner Region.

The prisoner wagon jolted incessantly, surrounded by the harsh, grating sound of friction.

At this moment, the little princess Ning Rongrong was curled up inside that cage, which reeked of blood.

The Silk Brocade Dress that was once worth a fortune had now been reduced to filthy rags, barely covering her delicate frame.

"Cry, keep crying! If you make another sound, I'll have my way with you right now!"

The mercenary in charge of the transport looked utterly impatient. He lashed his whip against the iron cage with a sharp crack, and the flying sparks made Ning Rongrong scream again. She instantly balled herself up, biting her lip so hard she dared not make another sound.

She was truly terrified.

Over these past few days, her worldview had been completely shattered.

Her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, which she had always taken such pride in, was seen by the people of this world as nothing more than a broken toy that could only glow.

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

Nearby, the leader, riding a Tier 1 Magical Beast Thick-Armored Pig, spat on the ground. His lecherous gaze swept over Ning Rongrong, looking at her as if she were a high-quality furnace for cultivation.

"This is a top-tier piece from another world. Even though her strength is trash—she doesn't even have three stages of Dou Qi—she's worth it for her soft, delicate skin. Plus, that dainty, noble temperament is something those crude wenches in the Black-Corner Region can't compare to."

"I heard the Mittel Auction House is holding a large-scale auction soon. A rare item like this would definitely fetch a sky-high price there!"

"The Mittel Auction House?" The mercenary holding the whip brightened at the mention.

"That's one of the three great families of the Jia Ma Empire! If we can make a connection there, we'll be rich!"

"Naturally. Besides this girl from the other world, we have plenty of other good stock on this trip."

As he spoke, the leader pointed toward a prisoner wagon behind them.

Ning Rongrong tremblingly lifted her head, followed his finger, and her pupils suddenly constricted.

In the massive, specially-made iron cage behind them, there were seven or eight stunning women with human upper bodies and snake tails!

Each of them possessed a breathtakingly enchanting figure, but at this moment, they were treated like livestock, their collarbones pierced by iron chains. They were covered in blood, their eyes filled with despair.

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

Ning Rongrong had seen similar Martial Soul possessors at the Spirit Fighting Arena in Heaven Dou City, but even when those Spirit Masters activated their Beast Martial Souls, they didn't possess the visual impact of these creatures before her.

That innate wildness and allure radiated from them even while trapped in a cage.

But would anyone really be interested in snakes?

"Clang!"

Suddenly, the prisoner wagon came to a halt.

"We're here! Unload the damn cargo and scrub them clean for me!"

At the leader's shout, several rough men immediately stepped forward to open the cages. They grabbed Ning Rongrong by her hair like they were dragging a dead dog and hauled her out of the cage.

"Ah, it hurts! Let me go, I am from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect..."

"Slap!"

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

The mercenary, who only possessed the strength of a one-star Dou Zhe, wore a ferocious expression. He gripped the face that had once been cherished by countless people and cursed viciously:

"What kind of Seven Treasure, Eight Treasure nonsense is that? My ears are calloused from hearing it."

"Remember, once you're here, you're just a slave—a piece of merchandise for people to play with!"

"Listen well: if you dare to disobey once you're on that stage, I'll throw you into a pile of magical beasts to be fed to the dogs!"

After saying this, he shoved the despairing Ning Rongrong forward, roughly washed her down with water, and finally forced her into an extremely revealing dancer's outfit.

Once all of this was done, Ning Rongrong and the beautiful Snake-Person women were shoved and prodded toward the so-called Mittel Auction House!

Meanwhile, on the Douluo Continent.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the main assembly hall.

At this moment, the entire sect was deathly silent.

However, the sound of the whip lashing against the iron cage in the vision was clearly audible to everyone present.

"Pfft!"

Ning Fengzhi, already heartbroken, could no longer suppress the surging blood in his body when he saw his daughter being slapped by that lowly mercenary and dragged like livestock. He spat out a large mouthful of blood, his entire body instantly wilting as he collapsed onto the Sect Master's throne.

"Sect Master!"

"Fengzhi!"

The surrounding elders and disciples rushed over in a panic.

But Ning Fengzhi seemed to have lost his mind. He shoved everyone aside, his eyes, usually filled with wisdom, now bloodshot.

"Rongrong, that's my Rongrong!"

Ning Fengzhi pointed at the sky screen with trembling fingers, his voice raspy:

"She is the most gifted heir the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has seen in hundreds of years! My precious daughter, whom I held in the palm of my hand, fearing she might fall, and kept in my mouth, fearing she might melt!"

"But now, now..."

"That animal, how dare he strike her face! And to drag her by her hair as if she were a dead dog!"

At this moment, Ning Fengzhi collapsed.

If she had been killed by a powerful foe, that would be a matter of inferior skill, a matter of fate.

But now, his daughter, that high and mighty little princess, was suffering humiliation in that world more painful than death itself.

That feeling made this father's heart ache more than if she had been killed.

"Ahhh! Damn this sky screen!"

Beside him, the usually silent Sword Douluo Chen Xin finally erupted.

This Title Douluo, known for possessing the greatest offensive power in the world, had his silver hair dancing wildly, his terrifying sword intent raging on the verge of losing control, desperate to strike out directly.

"Seven Kill Sword, manifest!"

Chen Xin roared, and the phantom of the Seven Kill Sword behind him instantly surged to a hundred meters, slashing toward the light screen in the sky with the full force of his life's cultivation.

He did not expect to save Ning Rongrong; he only wanted to vent his rage, and more than anything, he wanted to tear that mercenary who slapped her into a thousand pieces!

However, the sword energy, capable of changing the very color of the heavens and earth, vanished the moment it touched the light screen, like a drop of water into the ocean, not even causing a ripple.

"It's useless, it's completely useless..."

On the other side, Bone Douluo Gu Rong watched this scene, two lines of tears streaming down his withered, bone-like face.

Then, he gripped his own skull martial soul so tightly that his nails dug deep into his flesh:

"The power we are so proud of cannot even break a projection of that world."

"The wealth we possess, enough to rival a nation, is worth less than dirt in the eyes of those people."

"What kind of Upper Three Sects are we? What kind of Title Douluos? We can only watch helplessly as our own granddaughter is captured as a slave and dragged off to be auctioned!"

Just like that, an unprecedented despair instantly enveloped the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

The disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect watching the live stream turned deathly pale, their faith crumbling.

They had once believed their sect was invincible, wealthy and powerful, with two Title Douluos presiding over it.

But now, seeing their own little princess, usually so spoiled and willful, being led like a dog into an auction house to be sold as a plaything to those lecherous men, they finally understood that in the face of that terrifying Battle Through the Heavens World, the so-called Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was nothing more than a joke.

On the other side, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

On True Dragon Mountain, thunder rolled.

As one of the Upper Three Sects, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had always prided itself on having the strongest beast martial soul on the continent, and their nature was incredibly arrogant.

But now, looking at the images on the light screen, the current clan leader, Yu Yuanzhen, stood by the cliff in silence for a long time.

Behind him stood the clan's elders, each of their faces looking unsightly to the extreme.

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

An elder spoke in a low voice, his tone carrying a hint of complexity:

"Ning Rongrong being captured for auction is not only a loss of face for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, but it has also shamed our entire Douluo Continent spirit master world."

"A direct heir of the dignified Upper Three Sects, actually reduced to a slave..."

"Hmph! Shame?"

Hearing this, Yu Yuanzhen turned around abruptly, his eyes flashing with lightning, filled with self-mockery:

"Do you think this is just a matter of shame?"

"Look at those who captured Ning Rongrong, and look at the guards watching the auction house!"

"A mere guard from any random family in that world is comparable to our Spirit Emperors!"

"How are we supposed to fight this?"

After speaking, Yu Yuanzhen took a deep breath, his finger pointing at the sky screen trembling slightly as his voice rose sharply:

"We always thought the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon was invincible, that with Dragon Transformation, we could sweep across everything."

"But look closely at the decorations at the entrance of that auction house!"

Hearing this, the crowd hurriedly fixed their eyes on it.

They saw that on both sides of the Mittel Auction House gate, two lifelike giant beast reliefs were carved.

The beasts had winding bodies and dense scales, emitting a pressure that made one feel suffocated even through the screen.

"That, that is..." The elders' pupils shrank.

Yu Yuanzhen shook his head, looking at the dazed elders before letting out a bitter laugh.

"Although they were only reliefs, the spirit and aura they possessed were even more realistic and terrifying than the dragons we manifest through our Avatar of the Martial Soul!"

"In that world, dragons are likely real, living creatures—and ones that stand at the very apex of the food chain."

"As for our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul, which we take such pride in, if it were brought there, it would likely be inferior even to a lizard!"

"If our people went there and activated their Avatar of the Martial Soul, I fear those powerhouses would mistake us for magical beasts with diluted dragon blood, dragging us off to be skinned and deboned to be forged 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.

It was true.

They were human, but in the eyes of the powerhouses in that world, would they be viewed as half-human, half-beast monsters because of their beast martial souls?

Ning Rongrong was captured to be a slave simply because she was beautiful.

As for them—these brawny men with knotted muscles who could dragonize at a moment's notice—their only value would likely be to be slaughtered for their cores or kept as mounts!

"How terrifying..."

The next second, Yu Yuanzhen looked up at the sky, watching the auction house curtain slowly draw open, his eyes filled with sorrow.

"The plight of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is a warning bell for us all."

"In the face of this so-called Battle Through the Heavens World, our Douluo Continent is truly far too weak."

Meanwhile, on the celestial screen, the scene shifted.

Inside the Mittel Auction House, the lights were brilliant and the crowd was roaring.

Countless powerhouses of Dou Qi, dressed in fine robes, sat in their seats, their greedy gazes fixed upon the stage.

As for the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong, she was currently locked inside a massive crystal cage. As the lift platform slowly rose, she appeared in everyone's line of sight, set to be auctioned off as the grand finale of the night!

In a VIP box on the second floor of the auction house, a woman dressed in a red gown, alluring to the extreme, swirled a glass of red wine as she watched Ning Rongrong below with keen interest.

"Oh? A little girl from another world? She doesn't seem to have any Dou Qi fluctuations, yet her soul power is quite pure..."

The woman parted her red lips, her voice smooth and intoxicating:

"What an interesting little toy."

This woman was none other than Ya Fei of the Mittal Clan!

Inside the Mittel Auction House, the atmosphere was feverish, bordering on madness.

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

There was no such thing as the "gentlemanly conduct" found in the auction houses of the Douluo Continent here; there was only money and power.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the main event is still to come, but this appetizer will certainly not disappoint you!"

On the auction stage, an elderly man in magnificent formal wear beamed with joy. He brought his crystal hammer down heavily, sending ripples of energy through the air.

"The first item!"

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

After the red cloth was lifted, a scorching wave of energy instantly swept across the venue, causing even the VIPs in the front row to feel a burning pain on their faces.

It was a crystal the size of a fist, crimson throughout, with what appeared to be flames burning within.

"A Tier 4 Magical Beast, the Magic Core of a Crimson Flame Demon Lion!"

The auctioneer scanned the room, his voice filled with incitement:

"This is the primary ingredient for refining Tier 4 medicinal pills, and if inlaid into a weapon, it can imbue your attacks with violent fire-attribute Dou Qi! The starting bid is fifty thousand gold coins!"

Boom!

With the appearance of this magic core, the crowd before the celestial screen in the Douluo Continent instantly erupted.

At the Heaven Dou Imperial Academy, in the Education Committee Hall.

Meng Shenji and the other two committee members stared fixedly at the red crystal, their expressions incredibly vivid.

"A, a Tier 4 magical beast? What level of soul beast is that?"

At this moment, Meng Shenji's voice was trembling as he felt the terrifying energy density radiating even through the screen:

"This energy fluctuation is absolutely no less than a 50,000-year soul beast from our Douluo Continent!"

"A soul core, or perhaps a soul bone, from a 50,000-year soul beast?"

Committee member Bai Baoshan, standing nearby, swallowed hard, his face filled with shock.

"In our world, to hunt a 50,000-year soul beast, it would require at least a Title Douluo leading a team, and even then, success would only be possible after a life-and-death struggle."

"Furthermore, after a soul beast dies, its soul ring must be absorbed on the spot, and a soul bone is a treasure among ten thousand!"

"But in that world..."

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

"Fifty thousand gold coins? A mere fifty thousand gold coins can buy something with a power core comparable to a 50,000-year soul beast?"