"Did I hear you right? One gold soul coin? Is there something wrong with my ears, or is there something wrong with that beautiful host's brain?"
"A piece of angel god's inherited soul bone, starting price, one gold soul coin? This... what does this mean? Humiliation! This is naked humiliation!" < br/>
"I...you think if I shout for two gold soul coins, will I be crushed to ashes by the titled Douluo of Wuhun Palace?"
"Brother, I advise you to be kind."
"But to be honest, if I can participate in the auction of soul bones of this level once in my life, it will be worth my life!"
Humbling comments, exclamations, and snickering of schadenfreude, merged into a noisy torrent. Everyone understood Ning Liu's intention.
This pricing is a killer.
It completely deprives the item of its financial attributes and turns it into a pure "ransom".
The price is no longer determined by value, but by the thickness of Wuhundian's face. You have to shout out the price as much as you are willing to pay for your face.
Furthermore, Wuhundian has to pay this price.
In Private Room No. 1, Tianzi.
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The handrail under Qian Daoliu shattered with a sound, and powder slipped from between his fingers.
His eyes were no longer red, but the color of blood burning with golden flames.
One gold soul coin, these three words were like the three loudest slaps in the face, slapped hard on his face and on the face of the entire Wuhun Palace.
As the high priest of the angel god, he has served the gods and protected the inheritance all his life. How has he ever suffered such a shame and humiliation?
A terrifying aura suddenly erupted from his body, no longer the previous coercion, but pure, violent, and undisguised murderous intent!
The air in the entire private room seemed to be drained out, and the golden soul power flames twisted and rose around him, rendering everything around him a golden color of destruction.
「Ning——Liu——!」
Qian Daoliu squeezed out two words from between his teeth, each word filled with hatred that wanted to tear people apart.
He was about to rush out desperately and turn that damn little beast and the entire auction house into ashes.
However, at the moment when he was about to lose control, a figure appeared on the auction stage below without any warning.
It was a tall, burly figure, with his hands behind his back, just standing there quietly.
He did not release any soul power, nor did he exude any pressure, but his appearance instantly silenced the entire noisy venue.
That invisible sense of oppression is heavier than any realm of titled Douluo, and it directly affects the depths of everyone's soul.
Tang Chen!
This legendary name comes to everyone's mind.
In the Tianzi No. 1 private room, the golden volcano that was about to erupt was forcibly pushed back the moment this figure appeared. Qian Daoliu's pupils suddenly shrank, staring at the person on the stage.
Tang Chen didn't look at anyone, but slowly raised his head, his eyes penetrated the crystal wall, and met Qian Daoliu's eyes in the air.
His eyes were calm, with no sarcasm, no provocation, or even hostility, just a bottomless indifference.
Then, he spoke.
The sound was not loud, but it reached Qian Daoliu's ears clearly.
"Qiandaoliu, I advise you to be sensible."
Four simple words were like a basin of ice water poured over Qiandaoliu's burning anger.
Sane?
Of course he knows how to be sensible!
But the appearance of Tang Chen and the appearance of soul bones at this auction are the most irrational things in themselves!
In front of the whole continent, he was humiliated by a junior, warned by an old rival, but could do nothing.
A mouthful of blood rushed up to his throat, and Qian Daoliu swallowed it forcefully. The smell of fishy sweetness and humiliation made him almost go crazy.
He clenched his fists tightly, his nails dug into his palms, and blood dripped, but he didn't notice it.
Seeing that the soul power fluctuations in Qiandaoliu's private room had subsided, Tang Chen looked away from it, as if he had just done a trivial thing.
He turned his head and glanced at Doudou, who was pale but still standing beside him. He nodded slightly as a greeting, and then disappeared without a trace again.
It comes without a sound and leaves without a trace.
It's like he never appeared.
But the entire venue was completely boiling in another sense because of his brief appearance.
"As expected of the old master of the Haotian Sect, His Majesty Tang Chen!"
"He is actually here! Liulitian...they actually invited this legendary being!"
"Now... Wuhun Palace has really hit the wall."
"I understand, this is not an auction at all, this is a Hongmen Banquet! A Hongmen Banquet specially set up for Wuhun Palace?!"
Everyone looked at Tianzi No. 1 Private Room, full of complexity.
Sympathy, pity, fear, and a trace of schadenfreude that cannot be concealed.
At the auction stage, Doudou let out a long sigh of relief, feeling that the clothes on his back were soaked with cold sweat.
At that moment, she really thought she was going to die.
She composed herself and put on a professional smile again, although the smile looked a little stiff.
“Thank you, Your Majesty Tang Chen, for coming in person and providing us with the most reliable guarantee for the fairness of this auction.”
Her words were very clever, twisting Tang Chen’s warning behavior into maintaining the order of the auction.
"Then, let us continue."
She raised the gavel in her hand, and the clear voice sounded again, hitting everyone's heart.
"The left arm bone inherited by the Angel God, the starting price is one gold soul coin! Each time the price increases, there is no upper limit! Now, the bidding begins!"
The whole audience fell into dead silence once again.
Everyone held their breath, and their eyes were all focused on the only target - Tianzi No. 1 Private Room.
Time passes by second by second.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
That silence, like an invisible big hand, strangled everyone's throats, and also strangled Qiandaoliu's dignity.
He knew what he was waiting for and what everyone in the audience was waiting for.
He must speak.
He must be the first to speak.
It can only be said by him.
Every second of silence is another insult to him and to Wuhun Palace.
Finally, in the extremely oppressive silence, a roar exploded from the Tianzi No. 1 private room, causing the entire auction house to buzz.
「One hundred million!」