"What is that?"
Li Ping couldn't help freezing at the sight of what the old man on the platform had brought out.
Apart from its densely packed, sand-grain scales and the several needle-sharp horns growing from its ferocious head, the little beast in the cage stood out most for the four tiny claws beneath its belly.
Despite being shut inside a specially made beast cage, the little beast showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, it kept roaring at those outside, spitting wisps of flame mingled with smoke.
Its tail lashed against the cage with a series of thuds.
It looked furious beyond measure.
"Still misbehaving even in a cage!" the old man on the platform sneered, casually flicking a bolt of light into the cage.
Whoosh!
The bolt whistled through the air and flew straight into the cage.
A trace of panic appeared in the little beast's eyes. It twisted its body, trying to dodge the strike.
But however extraordinary its bloodline might be, the old man was a Core Formation late stage cultivator. How could the little beast possibly dodge even his casual strike?
Bang!
The bolt struck the little beast squarely in the waist. The tremendous force sent it flying into the side of the cage before it bounced off and fell to the bottom, where it lay whimpering and crying in pain.
Only after the little beast lay still, no longer daring to move, did the old man sweep his gaze over the audience and say coldly, "One first-tier Scarlet Flood Dragon youngling. It can be raised to the peak of the third-tier late stage without encountering any bottlenecks, and there is a chance of raising it to fourth-tier transformation. The starting bid is two hundred and fifty thousand spirit stones. Each increase must be at least five