There were quite a number of treasures that these fellow cultivators also planned to sell. After all, they were all items that they themselves could not utilize, and as such, it would be a waste to keep them for themselves.
This was not the first time where they encountered an upstart who tried to hold an auction there. However, things always ended up poorly for those folks.
"If you want to hold an auction, go ahead, but first, let me introduce you to my fist."
A man stepped forward and said with a cold smile.
Lin Mo did not hide his aura. He was at tier 12 of the Dragon Transformation Realm.
Being able to reach this stage at this age could be considered genius.
Unfortunately, in the grand scheme of things, such a tier was still considered rather weak. As such, most of them had perceived Lin Mo as nothing more than prey.
The fact that a person of his caliber was carrying this much treasure was only icing on the cake.
