A Lavish Throw of Gold, the Mysterious Swordsman Appears

The instant the words landed, the crowd seemed to be drawn by an invisible force and quietly retreated to both sides.

Whoosh—

A figure swept over like a fleeting swan.

His steps made no sound, yet they were steady as a mountain. Each time his foot fell, it seemed to breathe with the earth, carrying an air of deep waters and towering peaks.

The newcomer wore a loose white robe, the hood hanging low, hiding his face in shadow. Only from his tall, straight outline could one vaguely tell that he was a young man.

He walked straight toward the stall, his voice steady yet ringing with weight. "Take the item out. If it truly is Hundred-thousand-year Ice Marrow, the price I offer will surely satisfy you."

Bone-Scraping Old Monster's gaze sharpened, falling on the faintly visible runes on the other party's white robe, and his brows lifted slightly. "An eighth-tier robe... no wonder you have such confidence. You're unlike a certain kid, who only knows how to run his mouth."

"You!"

Shen Qiu instantly flew into a towering rage and shouted, "Don't bully a poor youth! Once I obtain the Northern Darkness Treasure, I'll make sure you're not worthy to climb up to me!"

Even while stuck in a "great headwind," he still lost the formation but not the man, his booming voice shaking the heavens.

Smack—

Only when Azure Venerable slapped him did he quiet down.

Yet the unruliness in those eyes had not lessened in the slightest, and they still burned with an unyielding flame.

Bone-Scraping Old Monster shook his head and no longer paid attention to this hotheaded youth. Instead, he drew his hand into his sleeve and, from who knew where, took out a green Jade Box.

In an instant, an extreme chill surged out.