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A lion's head, with long mane and a body covered in emerald scale armor.
In the light of the candles, a pair of beastly pupils reflected a brilliant radiance, as if flowing with scorching magma.
Although the fierce beast was dead, its imposing aura still lingered.
As Zhu Bingcan unveiled the black curtain, subdued gasps of amazement emerged throughout the hall.
Compared to the invitation-only second layer, the bidders on the first floor, both in terms of vision and strength, were inferior by much, facing the mystical creature directly, they felt an even stronger sense of its might.
Liang Qu couldn't help but stand upright.
How long had it been since he had felt the pangs of hunger, a longing for a certain food indescribable in words, since Uncle Chen gave him that meat pie?
He never thought that today, he would feel it towards the body of a Great Monster.
He turned his head to look at several of his senior brothers, who didn't seem to react much. Was it just him?
