Bab 272: Chapter 272: A Copper Spirit Coin
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Titled Douluo!
As they looked at the white-robed old man in the sky and the nine shining spirit rings around him, the middle-aged Spirit Saint couldn't help but swallow his saliva. Beads of cold sweat ran down his forehead, and fear filled his eyes.
"How can there be a Titled Douluo-level powerhouse here? That guy is a disciple of a Titled Douluo, and this time, we've really hit a hard wall." The middle-aged Spirit Saint's face was filled with fear. Facing a Titled Douluo, as a meager Spirit Saint, he had no ability to resist. His life and death were fully in the control of the other party.
And the auction house would not dare to offend a Titled Douluo-level powerhouse because of a mere Spirit Saint.
Spirit Masters who had reached such a level of cultivation were already beyond the constraints of secular laws and rules. Even Imperial power meant nothing to them.
With their formidable strength, Titled Douluo were the ones who set the rules. The auction house couldn't afford to provoke beings like them.
The only ones who could deal with a Titled Douluo were other Titled Douluo.
Apart from Ning Fengzhi, the appearance of a Titled Douluo-level character here had shaken the hearts and minds of everyone present.
Originally, Ning Fengzhi had intended to take action and stop the situation, but he hadn't expected Sword Douluo to make a move beforehand, which left Ning Fengzhi somewhat helpless. However, considering the protective nature of his two elders, even though they were always at odds with each other, he had anticipated that Sword Douluo would step forward to save Zeng Yi.
Tang San and Xiao Wu were also shocked by the appearance of Sword Douluo. Both of them knew Sword Douluo and that Zeng Yi was his disciple. Since Sword Douluo had appeared, Zeng Yi was no longer in danger. This relieved both Tang San and Xiao Wu.
Zeng Yi, dumbfounded, stared at the familiar figure. He hadn't expected his cheap master to appear in a place like this.
Moreover, his entrance, his lines, and his proud demeanor - what was all of this about? Why were you so skilled and natural at acting?
You've stolen all the limelight, so what am I supposed to do? Was the atmospheric setup I created earlier just to pave the way for your grand entrance?
Zeng Yi couldn't help but make sarcastic remarks in his mind as he watched the back of Sword Douluo.
The aura of a Titled Douluo-level character permeated the entire auction venue, making the air extremely heavy and oppressive. There was also an icy and sharp sword intent, far surpassing the sword intent Zeng Yi had released earlier. It felt like the difference between heaven and earth, suffocating some people to the point of collapse, making it hard to breathe.
Sword Douluo stood tall in the air, looking down on the Spirit Saint with a faint smile, and said, "Well? Wasn't it you who said you wanted to teach my disciple a lesson? Why aren't you speaking now?"
"Senior, no, Titled Douluo, it's a misunderstanding! This junior didn't know that this young hero was your disciple. Otherwise, even with a hundred guts, we wouldn't dare to..." Faced with the pressure of a Titled Douluo, the middle-aged Spirit Saint could only barely stand, his mouth struggling to form a smile, trying to flatter his way out.
Seeing the one-hundred-eighty degree change in the attitude of the middle-aged Spirit Saint, like a dog, Zeng Yi flashed a trace of disdain in his eyes.
You've reached the level of a Spirit Saint, and this is all the backbone you have? If you were a man, you should confront him directly! If I had the cultivation level of a Spirit Saint and a Titled Douluo spoke to me like this, watch how I'd chop him with my sword.
However, Zeng Yi also had a somewhat gloating expression on his face. He was looking forward to his cheap master teaching this Spirit Saint a lesson. If the Spirit Saint begged for mercy like this, and his master no longer had the desire to act, wouldn't he miss out?
When someone you don't like gets beaten, you feel very refreshed.
"Hmph!"
Sword Douluo snorted coldly. The pressure that was originally pouring down on the middle-aged Spirit Saint made it hard for him to bear. Now it suddenly intensified, pressing him to the ground. His knees slammed against the floor, cracking it inch by inch, and blood gushed out.
"Spare me, spare me esteemed senior! Spare my life, and I'm willing to pay any price!" Sword Douluo exuded an unrestrained aura. Faced with the fear of death, the middle-aged Spirit Saint's mentality began to collapse. He kept kowtowing and begging for mercy, hoping to spare his life.
Chen Xin looked at the begging man with an indifferent gaze, saying nothing. Quickly, a few figures appeared in the auction venue to stand beside the kneeling Spirit Saint.
These people had cultivation levels no lower than that of a Spirit Saint, and there was even one person with the strength of a Spirit Douluo.
The appearance of the aura of a Titled Douluo-level expert in the auction house naturally attracted their attention. Upon detecting Sword Douluo's aura, they arrived at the scene as quickly as possible.
However, Titled Douluo were Titled Douluo after all. Spirit Masters below that level, no matter how many there were, couldn't do much. Not to mention Sword Douluo, who was a Level 96 Super Douluo. Whether it was Spirit Douluos or Spirit Saints, they were no different from bugs to him.
At that moment, Ning Fengzhi, with Tang San and Xiao Wu, also walked over.
"Greetings, Lord Ning, Sword Douluo." The group greeted them respectfully and bowed.
Zeng Yi saw Tang San and Xiao Wu and wasn't too surprised. After all, he had already guessed that the two would be here when the hidden weapon of Tang San was auctioned.
As for this middle-aged man with a handsome appearance and a refined demeanor, since these people called him Lord Ning, he should be Ning Rongrong's father, the head of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Zeng Yi couldn't help but assess Ning Fengzhi with his eyes. It seemed that Ning Fengzhi also noticed his gaze, and he turned to look at Zeng Yi, giving him a slight smile and nod.
Ning Fengzhi also nodded in acknowledgment to Xue Qinghe, as Xue Qinghe was his disciple. He was surprised to see Xue Qinghe with Zeng Yi, but he didn't dwell on it. After this matter was resolved, he would naturally come to understand.
Sword Douluo looked at the people in front of him without any care in his eyes, seemingly realizing their presence.
"Why, are you going to stop me?" Sword Douluo questioned, his voice infused with his Spirit power, shaking the hearts of the people present and causing their bodies to involuntarily take a step back.
An old man stepped forward, the most powerful among these people, possessing the cultivation level of a Spirit Douluo. He respectfully said, "Respected Sword Douluo, this person is new here and doesn't understand the rules. Please, have mercy, and let him go this time."
Upon hearing these words, Sword Douluo couldn't help but reveal a mocking smile, saying, "He's already a Spirit Saint, and you call him new? Are you trying to deceive me?"
With the word "deceive" falling, the Spirit Douluo felt a terrifying surge of Spirit power collide with his chest. He couldn't help but groan, and his feet lost control as he stumbled five steps back. His face became extremely pale, blood dripped from the corners of his mouth, and his body staggered. Fortunately, someone caught him in time, or he might have fallen to the ground.
It was only then that the Spirit Douluo realized that, even though he was an advanced Spirit Douluo, just one step away from becoming a Titled Douluo, when facing a true Titled Douluo expert, he was like a powerless child, without any ability to resist.
The old man let go of the others supporting him, saying respectfully, "Apologies, Sword Douluo, I have offended you. We leave this person to your discretion. Whether you want to kill or let him go, it's entirely up to you."
"No No!! Don't! Lord Mi, save me! I don't want to die!" The middle-aged Spirit Saint screamed frantically. Initially, he had some hope of getting away unscathed, but the old man's words shattered that hope.
Faced with the begging and pleading of the Spirit Saint, Sword Douluo ignored him. Instead, he turned to his disciple, Zeng Yi, and asked, "My disciple, how do you suggest dealing with him?"
Upon hearing Sword Douluo delegating the decision to Zeng Yi, the Spirit Saint's hope flared up again. Since he was just a teenager, he thought this young man might not possess such a strong desire to kill and might spare his life.
However, Zeng Yi's words confirmed his despair.
"Why keep such a person? Just kill him directly." Without any hesitation, Zeng Yi declared the death of the middle-aged Spirit Saint.
Zeng Yi's resolute answer surprised Sword Douluo, Ning Fengzhi, Xue Qinghe, Tang San, and Xiao Wu. They hadn't expected Zeng Yi to be so decisive in killing.
In Zeng Yi's view, these despicable traffickers were even more detestable than bandits, and it would be good if they were all killed. If his own strength were stronger, he would have destroyed the entire auction house that night. Would he only kill this one person?
Moreover, Zeng Yi could be certain that these people had harmed numerous ordinary citizens and committed countless evil deeds. Killing these people posed no psychological burden for him.
"Since you're not speaking, I'll take that as your agreement. So, I'll take care of it myself." Zeng Yi smiled lightly and took a step forward, slowly drawing the silvery blade from its sheath.
Today, he had come to make a scene. Should he leave face for the other party?
Would that even be possible?
As everyone watched Zeng Yi approaching with the blade raised high, his pitch-black pupils exuded ruthless coldness. He swung it down.
Swish~
With a spurt of blood, the decapitated head rolled.
Everyone watched this scene silently, not a sound to be heard.
It took a long time for the elderly Spirit Elder from the auction house to speak up and quickly have the corpse cleared away.
"Now, are you satisfied?" the elderly man said to Zeng Yi. Although his attitude was extremely respectful, Zeng Yi could still hear the deep hidden resentment in his words.
However, Zeng Yi didn't mind, because his fist was now bigger than theirs, and even if he were to make things difficult, they would have to endure it.
"Alright, let the auction continue now." Zeng Yi said with a faint smile.
"You..."
The Elderly man's eyes were filled with anger, but he couldn't find an outlet for it. It was like they had just been slapped by a palm and were having their heads shitted upon.
However, they were helpless despite their powerful influence within the Empire, they couldn't do anything against sects like the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, one of the Three Great Sects.
"Fine! Fine! Fine!" The elderly man emphasized the word "fine" three times in succession. He turned around in anger and ordered the trembling host on the platform to continue the auction. Then he immediately left the venue.
Meanwhile, the host on the platform had no intention of continuing the auction, but he didn't dare to disobey orders in the face of his leader's command. He reluctantly picked up the microphone, his tone stuttering, and began to announce the bidding for the girl in the iron cage.
"Now, let's continue the bidding. Starting price, 100,000 gold spirit coins. Each bidding increment must not be less than 10,000 gold spirit coins. Now, everyone is free to bid." The host didn't know how to proceed with the bidding, but he shouted out based on the original auction price.
However, after the host's announcement, the entire venue fell into complete silence. Everyone had come to watch the show, but who had the mood to bid now? Besides, no matter how audacious they were, who would dare to bid against that star of ill fortune? Did they want to live longer?
At this moment, Zeng Yi took out a coin, flicked it with his finger, and shot it onto the hand of the host on the platform.
The host stared, and he saw that it was a Copper spirit coin in his hand.
"I bid one Copper spirit coin." Zeng Yi called out his bidding price with an indifferent tone.
Hearing Zeng Yi's words, Xue Qinghe, Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but find it funny.
This guy really knows how to play with people's emotions.
The host was momentarily stunned before his brain jolted, and he said immediately, "One Copper spirit coin? That's great! One Copper spirit coin going once, does anyone else want to bid?"
Upon hearing the host's words, the VIPs present were left speechless. Who would dare to compete with that star of ill fortune? Did they want to live longer?
In this way, in the silent atmosphere, the host called the third time.
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