Paramecia: Book-Book Fruit!

Tap! Tap! Tap!

The footsteps were not loud, but they rang clearly in everyone's ears—exceptionally clear.

"Hm? What's going on? Where did that sound come from?"

"Who is it?"

"Someone actually came in at a time like this? Was no one stopping them?"

The auction was interrupted by the sudden footsteps, forcing the people in the venue out of their intense bidding frenzy.

Their gazes were all drawn toward the footsteps in the corridor, their eyes filled with curiosity, scrutiny, displeasure, and killing intent...

"What a gathering place for scum and trash. The air is thick with filth—it's revolting!"

A voice rang out. Everyone glared furiously and immediately burst into curses.

Buzz!

A powerful aura swept through the auction house in an instant, like a heavy hammer crashing down upon their heads. The entire venue fell silent.

Thud, thud...

In the blink of an eye, the people in the venue collapsed like dominoes. Their eyes rolled back, and they lost consciousness.

However, several people were unaffected by the Conqueror's Haki and remained conscious, proving that they possessed a certain degree of strength.

As for their exact strength, Observation Haki could not sense that. It simply did not have that function.

Xia Luo remained quite calm about this.

After all, his Conqueror's Haki had only awakened a few days ago. Its intensity was indeed mediocre—roughly enough to clear out fodder.

Yet unexpectedly, the auctioneer on the stage had not fainted.

The sudden Conqueror's Haki had thoroughly frightened him. His face was somewhat pale, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes.

But he seemed to have something to rely on. He quickly overcame his fear and then brazenly said, "Conqueror's Haki..."

"Who exactly are you, sir, to dare cause trouble here? Do you know whose territory this is? Whose