She deliberately paused, placing heavy emphasis on "one low-grade Spirit Stone," her words filled with undisguised humiliation.
"That's right. This Saintess is deliberately opposing your Myriad Phenomena Sacred Land. What are you going to do about it?"
Shi Wufeng abruptly raised his head, his gaze like poisoned arrows as it locked onto Private Room Tianyi on the third floor. Even through layers of formations and crystal walls, he seemed able to feel the undisguised contempt and mockery emanating from within.
A humiliation and fury unlike anything he had ever felt surged through his chest like magma, nearly burning away the last shred of his reason.
"Zi Xiao Saintess!"
His voice squeezed through clenched teeth, cold to the bone and brimming with barely suppressed killing intent.
"You... why must you oppose this Holy Son to the bitter end?! Do not think that because your Zi Xiao Sacred Land is powerful, you can act without restraint! Do you truly think my Myriad Phenomena Sacred Land is made of clay?! If this continues, it will be a fight to the death!"
Those words carried the gravest threat possible between Sacred Lands. A fight to the death meant completely tearing away all pretense, bringing the conflict into the open, perhaps even triggering a war between Sacred Lands!
Everyone in the hall held their breath and stared tensely toward Private Room Tianyi. No one had expected a bidding war at an auction to escalate to such a degree.
Inside Private Room Tianyi, after a brief silence, the cold female voice rang out once more. Her tone remained as calm as ever, even carrying a hint of indifference.
"Oppose you to the bitter end? Are you worthy?"
That airy question was more humiliating than a direct insult.
"This Saintess merely finds the person in Private Room