The middle-aged Sea Soul Master's face flushed crimson, the veins in his neck throbbing. Even with Fei Lie's Titled Douluo pressure churning his blood, he still forced himself to retort:
"Your Spirit Hall has the ambitions of wolves! To make an enemy of Sea God Island is to make an enemy of the entire ocean! We Sea Soul Masters have enjoyed the sea's protection for generations. This Tidal Pearl holds ten thousand years of tidal power. It rightfully belongs to our lineage, and it must never fall into the hands of god-defiling villains like you!"
The Sea Soul Masters behind him were fired up by his words and released their soul power one after another. Uneven arrays of yellow, purple, and black soul rings rose around them-the strongest among them was merely an Eight-Ring Soul Douluo, while the others were five-ring Soul Kings and six-ring Soul Emperors. Such a lineup might have ridden roughshod over an ordinary auction house, but here in the Vast Sea Pavilion, it seemed painfully oblivious to its own limits.
"You have no idea how close you are to death."
Qian Renxue slowly rose. Golden holy soul power flowed around her like gilded sunlight, and five dazzling red soul rings silently appeared behind her. The terrifying Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings carried the oppressive might of dragons, enveloping the entire Vast Sea Pavilion in an instant like an invisible mountain.
The auction hall, still murmuring moments before, fell utterly silent. Even the air seemed frozen by that overwhelming pressure. Ordinary Soul Masters went deathly pale and slumped into their seats, their bodies weak, stripped even of the courage to raise their heads and look at her.
Qian Renxue looked impassively at the middle-aged Sea Soul Master, her voice bone-chilling and utterly devoid of warmth:
"If you