At the front, a man with a feminine aura snorted and said, "Hmph, nothing good will happen when these two fellows get together."
Many people heard this, but no one dared to say anything.
The three people took their seats and soon, the bidding began.
A middle-aged man in a white robe walked onto the stage, cupped his fists, and smiled at the crowd. He said, "I believe that everyone is clear about the purpose of coming here. I won't say anymore. Our method of bidding today is very simple. We will use heaven-tier powerhouses as the number of units. Each increment can not be less than one heaven-tier powerhouse. Now, I will ask the Castle Lords who do not have a heaven-tier powerhouse to leave the stage."
The man's words were very cold and straightforward. Very soon, a few people stood up with red faces and ears, and they walked out.
