Inside the VIP box, Poison Douluo's expression changed abruptly, then he spoke with unusual gravity.
"This feeling... is it him?!"
"The hammer is named Clear Sky, indestructible, shattering all things..."
Prince Xue Xing looked utterly bewildered.
"Who?"
"Your Eminence knows this man?"
Poison Douluo shook his head.
"I don't. Even I have only heard of his great name."
His gaze locked tightly onto the Black-Robed Man on the auction stage, and a trace of wariness flashed through his eyes.
"Xue Xing, I'm afraid you won't be able to buy this Water of Life!"
"If this man makes a move, I can't stop him at all."
At those words, Prince Xue Xing's pupils contracted sharply.
Even Poison Douluo said he could not stop him? Just what level had this Black-Robed Man's strength reached?
How was that possible? Why would a Titled Douluo take action in a place like Suotuo City for a mere bottle of Water of Life?
Xiao Wu leaned against the wall in the corner of the box, her petite body still trembling faintly.
"As soon as I find a chance, I'm going straight back to the Star Dou Great Forest!"
On the auction stage, the Black-Robed Man did not seem to notice the shock and fear around him. He merely lowered his head and looked at the intact crystal bottle in his hand.
Then he lifted his head, and that hoarse, low voice rang out once more.
"I said it before. I came only for this item, and do not wish to hurt anyone."
After the black-clad man finished speaking, he cupped his fists. His posture could not be called respectful, but it was not complete disregard either.
"My offense today."
As his words fell, he turned and strode toward the auction house's main doors.
Inside the auction