Whether to Luo Yinkong and Yuan Qing or to Leng Fanfei, Ye Chen was a mysterious man, a mysterious swordsman. No one knew where he had come from or what his identity was. Luo Yinkong and Yuan Qing were one thing, but Leng Fanfei was ranked seventh on the Celestial King Rankings. Aside from a handful of exceptionally mysterious geniuses, he had either met or heard of everyone else on the rankings, yet none of them could be connected to Ye Chen.
Clearly, Ye Chen was most likely not a genius on the Celestial King Rankings.
But Leng Fanfei was certain that if the vast majority of geniuses on the Celestial King Rankings encountered Ye Chen, their only fate would be instant death. It was an almost instinctive intuition, beyond doubt.
"One hundred seventy thousand!"
The bidder was a Yellow Robe Old Man with an indifferent expression. His eyelids were half-open and half-closed, as though he had not fully awakened, yet as though he concealed immense murderous ferocity.
"It's the Silent Terror King. He actually came to this auction."
The Silent Terror King was a renowned king of Firebird Star. His cultivation had reached the peak of the Life and Death Realm Fifth Heaven, and his Silent Terror Demonic Art had rarely met an equal. Over countless years, no one knew how many Life and Death Realm Kings had died at his hands. Their deaths had been miserably gruesome—they exploded from within outward, leaving not even a drop of blood behind.
"What rotten luck. I had wanted to bid on this small Heavenly King-Class Warship."
A slightly plump middle-aged king who had risen to his feet changed expression several times before finally sitting down dejectedly. Compared with a small Heavenly King-Class Warship, his own life was more important. The Silent