"..."
Half an hour later, a long, resonant toll rang through the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion.
The auction officially began.
The circular tiers of seating on the lowest floor were packed with thousands of rogue cultivators and representatives of minor factions.
On the crystal platform in the center, an auctioneer in red robes announced the rules in a ringing voice.
Most of the early lots were standard second- and third-tier resources.
"One top-grade second-tier flying sword, starting at one hundred and fifty spirit stones!"
"One third-tier Defense Formation Disk set, starting at two hundred spirit stones!"
Many rogue cultivators plunged into the bidding, arguing until their faces flushed over differences of a few dozen spirit stones. Some even unleashed their spiritual power pressure on the spot to intimidate one another.
Han Yu and Lu Chang'an leaned over the box's crystal railing, looking down on the farce below.
"The material of that flying sword is too brittle." Han Yu pointed at the sword on the platform, her tone cold and hard.
Although its blade was sharp, the flow of spiritual power through its guard was sluggish.
She felt that, with her current strength, a single sideways blow from her Greatsword against the middle of its blade would render it completely useless.
"That Defense Formation Disk is even more worthless."
Lu Chang'an stared at the ocher disk. "It takes three breaths to activate. Three breaths-that's enough time to do plenty."
After all, in a true fight to the death, every breath was crucial.
The two treated the auction below as a practical lesson in finding weaknesses.
Against sheer explosive physical strength, these low-tier magic artifacts seemed unbearably cumbersome and could not withstand a single blow.
Su Yueli sat in the soft, beast-hide armchair in the center of the box, resting with her