Feng Qijue's face stiffened at Yun Qingyao's words. He gave a dry laugh. "Isn't that the treasure your attendant put up for auction?"
"How would I know what treasures my attendant has? That brat secretly kept such a precious treasure for himself. When he gets back, I'll teach him a lesson." Yun Qingyao gritted her teeth, then looked at Feng Qijue. "Young Master Feng, you wouldn't go back on your word, would you?"
Feng Qijue's face darkened. Knowing Yun Qingyao had toyed with him, he said angrily, "Miss, I am the Divine Son of Divine Wind Valley, after all. My standing is not something to scoff at. You're the first person who's dared make a fool of me!"
Yun Qingyao looked utterly innocent. "I didn't make a fool of you. You were the one who boldly declared you'd bid for me!"
"You could ask me to bid on anything else, and I wouldn't so much as furrow my brow. But the Overlord Tiger Divine Spear belongs to your attendant. If asking me to bid on it isn't making a fool of me, what is?"
Feng Qijue was furious.
He was the Divine Son of Divine Wind Valley, a man of exalted standing. Even if he failed to place in the Divine Ruins Battlefield, he would become the sect master of a divine sect one day.
No matter who Yun Qingyao was, he could not forgive her for toying with him.
"And what if I am?"
Yun Qingyao smiled and turned back toward Lu Ren on the auction stage, as though he were the only person in her entire world.
"Bastard!"
Feng Qijue erupted in anger. His body shook, sending a powerful aura crashing toward Yun Qingyao.
Hum!
Golden light flashed across Yun Qingyao's body and surged outward, crushing the aura