At this moment, the auction in the auction house continued. After the curtains behind the auction stage were lifted, two figures emerged from behind the curtains. One of them was the old man from before, while the other person had his hands and feet bound by chains. On his face was branded a huge character, "tyrant."
This character, along with his disheveled long hair, gave him an air of tyranny, very cold.
"Slave martial artist."
Lin Feng's gaze slightly condensed. Indeed, even slave martial artists were being auctioned in this auction house.
People could actually be auctioned off like wild beasts.
At this moment, the crowd looked at the slave martial artist, continuously murmuring, especially those who frequently visited the arena. A hint of excitement flashed in their eyes.
"Tyrant Blade, it's Tyrant Blade."
Finally, Tyrant Blade was brought out for auction. Many of them had been waiting for a long time.
The old man swept his gaze over the crowd. Seeing the excitement in their eyes, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Tyrant Blade, sixth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, with a record of eighty-one wins in the arena."
The old man's indifferent tone sent a shiver through the crowd's hearts. Eighty-one wins, how terrifying. Eighty-one battles without a single defeat, killing eighty-one martial artists of the same level, was too terrifying.
Lin Feng's heart trembled slightly. Just a few simple words, eighty-one wins, but behind it meant that eighty-one martial artists at the sixth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm had died at the hands of Tyrant Blade. Eighty-one sixth-level Spiritual Martial Realm experts, this was definitely a terrifying number. With the blood of eighty-one peers of the same level, Tyrant Blade had become what he was today.
"I won't say much about his value. You all just need to understand that Tyrant Blade, stepping into the Dark Tortoise Realm, is a matter of time. By then, he can be compared to the Eight Princes, owning a slave martial artist comparable to the Eight Princes. You can imagine that." The old man smiled faintly and continued, "Tyrant Blade, starting bid, two hundred middle-grade elemental stones. Now, the auction begins."
As the old man's voice fell, the eyes of the crowd became fiery. They stared at Tyrant Blade intently. Indeed, in the future, he would be a figure like one of the Eight Princes. If he were their slave martial artist, how prestigious would that be?
As if sensing the fiery gazes of the crowd, Tyrant Blade slowly raised his head. Instantly, a fierce aura of blades radiated from him, extremely sharp and overbearing, stinging the eyes of the crowd. Just this glance was like a blade, capable of injuring people.
Tyrant Blade's gaze swept over the crowd and landed on Lin Feng. When his sharp and overbearing blade-like gaze touched Lin Feng, his body trembled lightly. In his gaze, there was also a sharpness that seemed to pierce everything.
This was the aura of the sword.
Tyrant Blade's gaze stopped on Lin Feng's body, and the two men's gazes met in the air. The clash of blade and sword intent caused an invisible sharp aura to pervade the space.
However, Tyrant Blade's gaze soon moved away, which made Lin Feng's heart relax, but he was secretly shocked.
"Tyrant Blade's blade intent is so strong. This slave martial artist has comprehended and mastered the essence of the blade, and his understanding is very deep."
Lin Feng secretly thought, no wonder the other party could achieve eighty-one wins without a single defeat. His understanding of the essence far surpassed that of Mu Fan, and coupled with the fact that this essence was that of the blade, within the same level, there would be almost no rivals.
Unless someone like him not only comprehended the essence but also reached a profound level, could they suppress the tyranny of the other.
The young man behind Lin Feng looked excited. A slave martial artist at the sixth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, and having killed eighty-one peers of the same level, his attraction was too great. If he could get him, maybe he would truly have a slave at the Dark Tortoise Realm in the future. At that time, how prestigious would he be?
"Three hundred middle-grade elemental stones." At this moment, someone spoke up, directly raising the bid by one hundred middle-grade elemental stones.
"Five hundred middle-grade elemental stones." Another voice followed, without any hesitation, this price was still quite low.
Although the value of a slave martial artist at the sixth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm might not be high, a slave martial artist who had killed eighty-one peers of the same level was worth more than ten times that. Furthermore, the value of a future Dark Tortoise Realm slave was inestimable.
"One thousand middle-grade elemental stones."
Yet another calm voice rang out, causing a tremor in the eyes of the crowd. They looked towards the VIP area, where the person who spoke was none other than the man who had just shattered the stone table with a punch, Lin Feng.
The young man's pupils slightly contracted as he stared at Lin Feng's figure, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
"One thousand one hundred middle-grade elemental stones."
"One thousand one hundred and one." Lin Feng's voice remained calm.
The crowd all showed expressions of watching a show. It seemed that Lin Feng was doing it intentionally, adding only one middle-grade elemental stone each time.
"Five thousand middle-grade elemental stones." The young man's expression grew colder, and he spoke slowly.
"Five thousand one." Lin Feng's voice was calm and indifferent, his gaze still calm.
The young man's face became somewhat ferocious, and at this moment, the man in the gray robe beside him called out to him.
"Young master, the auction is just one of many means."
The young man's gaze stagnated for a moment, then he showed a cold smile. Yes, to obtain this slave martial artist, he didn't necessarily have to auction for him.
The gazes of the crowd trembled. This statement was undoubtedly a threat to Lin Feng.
The young man did not bid again. After a moment, the old man looked at Lin Feng and said, "Congratulations, you can now take Tyrant Blade away."
"Put it in the backstage first. Now, auction my Crimson Flame Demon Lion. The elemental stones will be deducted from it."
Lin Feng said lightly. After pondering for a moment, the old man nodded and said, "Alright."
The value of a Crimson Flame Demon Lion would definitely be higher than that of Tyrant Blade. After all, as long as the Crimson Flame Demon Lion grew normally and became a demonic beast, it was only a matter of time, and moreover, the Crimson Flame Demon Lion could become a formidable demonic beast, or even a celestial demonic beast.
Sure enough, when the old man led the Crimson Flame Demon Lion out from behind the curtain, the eyes of the crowd became even more fiery, with a hint of madness.
Among the crowd in the auction house, there was a
man with golden hair all over his head, wild and unruly. Even his eyes were tinged with a hint of golden color, appearing extremely bizarre.
Seeing the Crimson Flame Demon Lion, the young man with the golden eyes had a gleam of golden light in his eyes and said indifferently, "The Crimson Flame Demon Lion belongs to my Mad Lion. No one can snatch it."
The old man stood on the auction stage, quietly watching the excitement of the crowd. When the atmosphere reached its peak, he raised his hand with a smile to signal for silence, then spoke, "I won't say much about the value of the Crimson Flame Demon Lion. I believe many people have been waiting for it since it was still in the arena. Finally, now that the Crimson Flame Demon Lion has come to our auction house, everyone has the opportunity to obtain it, the future celestial demonic beast."
The old man was also excited in his heart. He also didn't understand why the Crimson Flame Demon Lion had ended up in Lin Feng's hands. According to reason, the Bai family, or even the higher-ups of the Bai family, could not possibly hand over the Crimson Flame Demon Lion to outsiders, nor would they put it up for auction. They would only leave it to their own people.
The old man didn't know about the friction that occurred in the arena. At that time, the young man in yellow wanted to use the Crimson Flame Demon Lion to win over Mu Fan, making Mu Fan his subordinate. The Crimson Flame Demon Lion couldn't escape, but Lin Feng suddenly appeared out of nowhere, making the young man depressed. What's more, he also came and witnessed it, making it impossible for the young man to seize the opportunity to snatch the Crimson Flame Demon Lion from Lin Feng. He had intended to discuss it later, but he didn't expect Lin Feng to have no intention of keeping the Crimson Flame Demon Lion for himself, but to bring it here for auction!