Inside the magnificent auction hall.
The fourth-tier Transformation Scarlet Flood Dragon hovered in midair, his cold, emotionless gaze fixed on Li Ping. He seemed somewhat surprised to find Ji Ping here.
Li Ping realized that no other cultivators remained within several dozen yards of him, and inwardly cursed his luck.
Why had this Scarlet Flood Dragon singled him out?
And why had he claimed that Li Ping had something belonging to him?
Li Ping could not remember ever taking anything from the Flood Dragon Clan.
He could not help suspecting that this Transformation Scarlet Flood Dragon had taken a fancy to some treasure he possessed.
The Life-Bound Corpse Pearl? The Desolate Fire Sparrow? The Earth Spirit Mouse? Or something else?
Surely he could not see the purple qi space inside Li Ping's sea of consciousness!
Li Ping's thoughts raced. He mustered all his magic power, searching for an opening and ready to flee at any moment.
Fortunately, the Fourth-Tier Scarlet Flood Dragon paid him little attention. Most of his attention remained on the old man on the platform-or, more precisely, on the young beast in the cage the old man held.
The young beast, which had been whimpering mournfully, immediately let out delighted cries upon seeing the Fourth-Tier Scarlet Flood Dragon.
Seeing that the young beast was unharmed, the half-human, half-flood-dragon figure also breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hmph! You dared to cage my descendant? You're courting death!"
His gaze fell on the cage imprisoning the young beast, then on the old man holding it. A flash of killing intent crossed his eyes, and his face twisted into a savage expression. Then his entire figure became a blur as he lunged at the old man with his claws.
At the sight of that ferocious, demonic visage, none of the many