"Xuanbing Mad Lion, starting price, 5 million Low-grade Spirit Stones, with each increment no less than 100,000. The auction begins now!"
From the auctioneer's perspective, the Xuanbing Mad Lion was valued almost as much as the Qin Huo, which was somewhat helpless.
It seemed that the richer the nobles were, the less they were engaged in their proper occupations.
At this rate, it was feared that their competitiveness would gradually diminish.
No wonder dynasties always change; after all, flowers in a greenhouse can never endure too harsh a trial.
"5.1 million Low-grade Spirit Stones, who dares to compete with me!"
The auction for the Xuanbing Mad Lion had just begun when Yan Peng suddenly stood up and bellowed.
With that roar, many who were preparing to bid swallowed their words back.
"This guy, he is really planning to trap me."
Ling Xiao's murderous intent grew stronger.
