A Bidding Clash with Sea Soul Masters, a Sacred Presence Intimidates the Vast Sea Pavilion

Everyone turned toward the voice. Behind the window lattice of the diagonally opposite private box, several Soul Masters in blue robes could dimly be seen standing.

Bishop Fei Lie's expression darkened slightly. He turned toward Qian Renxue and the others and explained in a low voice:

"Miss, these people belong to Sea Soul Master tribes from the coastal waters. They have lived there for generations and received many favors from Devil Island. Spirit Hall had some friction with Devil Island in the past, so these Sea Soul Masters harbor a grudge against us. They have always enjoyed crossing swords with us."

"They think three hundred thousand is enough to outbid us? They really are looking down on us!"

Ning Rongrong curled her lips, a defiant gleam flashing in her eyes. She raised her hand again, her voice louder than before and brimming with youthful pride:

"Three hundred and fifty thousand Soul Coins!"

"Four hundred thousand!"

The bid from Sea Shark's private box came without hesitation. The rough voice carried undisguised provocation, as though its owner was certain he could get the better of Spirit Hall.

Dugu Yan frowned slightly and said softly to Qian Renxue:

"Xiao Xue, this ten-thousand-year whale glue is crucial for improving Rongrong and the others' physiques. We absolutely cannot let them have it."

Qian Renxue nodded slightly. Her gaze was calm, yet held unquestionable confidence:

"If they want to snatch it, let them try. I doubt they even have more money than Rongrong's pocket money."

"Five hundred thousand Soul Coins!"

Ning Rongrong gave a light laugh and raised the bid by a hundred thousand outright. Her clear voice pierced the hall, instantly drowning out the surrounding chatter and displaying her confidence.

A brief silence fell over Sea Shark's private box. Clearly, they had not expected Spirit