"No wonder this Golden Crow Clan prince lost composure upon seeing the girl."
"So that's how it is!"
"With such deep enmity, I'm afraid no one today can protect her!"
"What a pity," someone lamented, shaking his head slightly. He soon walked out of the auction hall, wanting to leave.
A formation quickly activated within the hall. It was a defensive formation that could withstand a Quasi-Saint Realm powerhouse's might, as the True Treasure Pavilion had experienced such situations frequently. All were cultivators and fights over disagreements were common. Even the True Treasure Pavilion's reputation could not deter everyone, so they had long ago set up formations to contain any battle's aftermath.
"Die!" the Golden Crow Clan prince shouted coldly. Golden blood essence erupted from his body. Then, a massive golden hand emerged, smashing down like a world-destroying millstone.
Buzz...
