"Hey,"
Hun Changqing waved his hand, interrupting Medusa's words, and said with a smile,
"Medusa, don't always talk about fighting, stealing, and killing. We should have the demeanor of a Dou Zong powerhouse. These are all Dou Ling and Dou Wang people. How can we, as seniors, steal their things? Don't you think so?"
Hai Bodong, listening from the side, was speechless, somewhat confused as to how such words came out of Hun Changqing's mouth.
Medusa, on the other hand, crossed her arms and stared at Hun Changqing with a scrutinizing gaze, as if to say,
"Are you sure you have the demeanor of a powerhouse? If you had the demeanor of a powerhouse, would you have used your strength to do so many beastly things?"
Hun Changqing ignored the strange looks from the two and continued.
"Moreover, these people don't know that the Three Thousand Thunderclaps is a prerequisite for cultivating the Three Thousand Thunder Illusion Body. They just think it's an ordinary low-level Earth-rank combat skill. And the buyer will have to endure the pursuit of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion, so the auction price shouldn't be very high. I estimate eight million gold coins will be enough. I'll just..."
Before Hun Changqing could finish speaking, a deafening shout came from below the stage
: "Ten million gold coins! This friend from the Mountain Yin Sect has bid ten million gold coins! Is there anyone else who wants to raise the price? If not, this scroll of Three Thousand Thunderclaps belongs to this friend!"
Medusa: ...
Hai Bodong: ...
After hearing this huge shout from below, Hun Changqing's smiling face instantly froze.
Medusa looked at Hun Changqing with a cold smile, the meaning of which was self-evident.
Hai Bodong felt extremely embarrassed for his master and dug a Mitel Auction House with his feet.
Hun Changqing felt Medusa's mocking gaze, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
Instantly, his aura surged forth, unleashing the terrifying power of a peak Dou Zong, enveloping the entire auction hall.
In that instant, everyone, including the experts from the Eight Gates behind the crystal platform who were there to prevent a riot, suddenly felt a chilling, evil, and terrifying aura pressing down on them. Fear gripped them, their bodies trembled and bent, on the verge of collapsing to the ground, completely immobilized.
"I bid... eight million gold coins... has anyone any objections..."
A hoarse, shrill voice, like the wailing of a vengeful ghost, clearly reached the ears of everyone present.
The piercing sound seemed to pierce eardrums; many felt a ringing in their ears after hearing it, and some with lower cultivation levels even began to bleed from their ears.
Those who had seen Hun Changqing and his companions at the entrance earlier already guessed what was happening, and their fear intensified.
The old man on the crystal platform trembled violently. His Dou Wang-level Dou Qi enveloped him, forcing him to stand. He stammered,
"This... friend... this auction... is... for... eight..."
But before he could finish, the pressure on him surged again, exceeding his limit.
"Pfft!"
A mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth. The terrifying pressure forced him to the ground, rendering him immobile. His pupils dilated slightly, and his body convulsed uncontrollably.
"I said... eight million... does anyone have any objections..."
The shrill voice from the VIP box echoed once more. In the entire auction hall, no one dared to utter a sound except for that voice.
Soon, a middle-aged man behind the crystal platform, his face filled with fear and anxiety, his eyes blazing with terror, trudged forward with heavy steps, enduring immense pressure, and said,
"Sir, these three thousand Thunderbolts are yours! Please... accept them..." Upon seeing the middle-aged man, everyone in the hall immediately thought of one name:
"Eight Gates Master - Yuan Yi!"
As Yuan Yi's voice fell, the oppressive atmosphere in the hall instantly dissipated. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief the moment the terrifying pressure vanished, still shaken by the experience. A whoosh rang out, and a black gold storage card flew out of the private room, embedding itself firmly in the massive, dazzling crystal platform. "There are eight million inside. Bring up three thousand Thunder Strike."
A hoarse voice echoed from the private room once more. "Yes! Yes! My lord!" Yuan Yi quickly replied, then snatched the scroll containing three thousand Thunder Strike from the old man lying on the ground and flew towards the VIP room at his fastest speed ever. If the Blood Sect Master, Fan Lao, had seen this, he would have been dumbfounded, because Yuan Yi's speed had completely surpassed the speed at which the two of them had fled when they were being chased by the Ancient Demon Gu Fen; it had reached a new level. ... Under the utterly speechless gazes of Medusa and Hai Bodong, Hun Changqing toyed with the Three Thousand Thunder Scrolls in his hand. After a moment, he tossed them into his storage ring and said, "See? I told you eight million gold coins would be enough to buy these Three Thousand Thunder Scrolls, right?" "Heh, is this what you call the demeanor of a strong person? You might as well just steal the scroll directly. Are you trying to humiliate them by throwing them eight million?" Medusa sneered, already used to Hun Changqing's inhuman behavior. Hun Changqing, somewhat dissatisfied with Medusa's statement, waved his hand and said, "How can it be called humiliation? This is a matter of integrity as a senior. If I say I'll give them eight million, I'll give them eight million." "Heh~" Medusa continued to sneer, the implication clear. Hai Bodong remained unblinking, quietly pretending to be blind, deaf, and mute. Hai Bodong figured it out: whenever Hun Changqing participated in an auction, someone was bound to suffer. Last time it was him, and this time it was everyone in the Black Seal City auction house except for the three of them. ... "Ahem, since the auctioneer from before is feeling unwell, I will be hosting the rest of the auction." The old man who had been lying on the crystal platform like a dead dog had been dragged off at some point, and now a middle-aged man with an awkward smile on his face had taken his place. Although the auction should have stopped because of Hun Changqing's outburst, Hun Changqing had only made one bid and had paid eight million gold coins. Although the crystal platform had been cracked by the gold card when Hun Changqing paid, and repairs would cost a lot of gold coins, these losses were still acceptable. Therefore, the auction house's higher-ups believed that the auction could continue. So, after replacing him with another auctioneer and stabilizing the atmosphere, they continued the auction of the remaining items. Those present inwardly scoffed at the middle-aged man's words. These auctioneers were all just good at empty talk; what didn't they know? However, they quickly refocused their attention on the remaining items. As long as they didn't offend the big shot in the VIP room, the auction could continue.