Everyone present was shocked by Zi Yan's methods. She had pinned a Dou Wang dead with such clean efficiency, and with that terrifying command of spatial force on top of it, everyone now gazed at Jiang Yun's private box with eyes full of fear.
"A Magical Beast's aura, such practiced use of spatial force, and that dragon roar just now. Could it be..."
Inside Xiao Yan's Storage Ring, Yao Chen was likewise shocked by Zi Yan's methods. With his seasoned judgment, however, he could tell at a glance that her incredible spatial force was simply not something anyone at the Dou Emperor stage could possess.
Coupled with that fleeting dragon roar, Yao Chen immediately thought of the sovereign of the Beast Realm. He promptly suppressed his aura to its lowest, terrified of drawing some existence's attention.
At the same time, he kept cursing inwardly. This Jiama Empire was downright haunted.
Great powers that ordinarily existed only in legends and were rarely seen were appearing one after another!
First, the Hall of Souls had inexplicably found him, then drawn out the even more terrifying Hun Clan and Gu Clan, nearly sinking the Jiama Empire.
Now even the ever-mysterious Ancient Void Dragons had appeared. Indeed, in Yao Chen's eyes, Jiang Yun was a member of the Ancient Void Dragon Clan, or at least had considerable ties to them.
Otherwise, why would the Ancient Dragon Clan, unheard of for ten thousand years, suddenly appear on the Northwest Continent?
Zi Yan's move cowed everyone present who had been itching to act. Jiang Yun slowly swept his gaze across the auction hall, clearly releasing no imposing aura.
Yet his tranquil eyes seemed to conceal a terrifying abyss. Wherever his gaze passed, the turbulent hall rapidly quieted, like boiling water into which ice had been dropped.