King of Nine Skies-Chapter 162 - :Domineering knife

At this moment, the auction was still going on in the auction hall. The curtain behind the auction platform was raised, and two figures emerged from behind it. One of them was clearly the old man who had just appeared. The other one was bound with chains on both hands and feet, and on his face was a huge character "Bà" branded.

This "ba" character, combined with his disheveled long hair, gave him an air of dominance and coldness throughout his entire appearance.

"Slave Warrior."

Lin Feng's gaze narrowed slightly. In this auction hall, indeed, even slaves and martial cultivators were being auctioned off.

People can actually be auctioned off as wild beasts.

At this moment, the crowd looked at the slave warrior Wu Xiu and kept whispering in low voices. Especially those who often went to the cage fight arena, a fiery look flashed in their eyes.

"Katanas, they are katanas."

Finally, the "Basho" sword was put up for auction. Many of them had been waiting for a long time.

The elder glanced over the crowd and saw the excitement in their eyes. His lips curved into a smile.

"Ba Dao, at the rank of Lingwu Realm at the sixth stage of cultivation, his record in the Prison Arena is eighty-one victories."

The old man's indifferent voice sent a shudder through the crowd's hearts. Eighty-one victories! How terrifying! Fighting eighty-one battles and not losing a single one. Killing eighty-one fellow martial cultivators of the same level. It's too terrifying.

Lin Feng also felt a shiver in his heart. The simple words "81 victories" were just a mere description. But behind those words was the fact that 81 martial cultivators at the level of Spirit Martial Realm, Rank 6, had perished at the hands of the Great Saber. 81 powerful individuals at the same level, this was definitely an extremely terrifying number. The blood of 81 equally powerful individuals had been used to forge the Great Saber that now exists.

"His value I won't elaborate on much. All you need to understand is that the Great Sword of Ba is bound to reach the state of Xuanwu within a short while. At that time, he will be able to compete with the Eight Major Generals, having a slave martial cultivator comparable to one of them. You can imagine it." The elder smiled calmly and continued, "For the Great Sword of Ba, the starting bid for the auction is two hundred medium-grade Yuan stones. Now, the auction begins."

When the old man finished speaking, the eyes of the crowd immediately became fiery. They stared intently at the Great Sword of the Tyrant. Yes, in the future, this would be a figure of great charm like the Eight Major Generals. If he were his slave martial cultivator, how mighty he would be!

It seemed that he sensed the intense heat in the gazes of the crowd. The head of the Great Sword slowly rose up. Immediately, a sharp and powerful sword-like aura burst forth, extremely sharp and domineering, piercing the eyes of the crowd. Just this single gaze was like a blade of light, capable of inflicting harm.

The scene where Ba Dao's eyes swept across the crowd fell upon Lin Feng. Touching upon this domineering and sharp-eyed blade, Lin Feng's body trembled slightly. In his gaze, there was also a kind of disdainful sharpness that was about to burst forth. Sharp, extremely sharp, as if it were about to pierce through everything.

This is the essence of the sword.

The gaze of Ba Dao stopped on Lin Feng. Their eyes met in mid-air. The clash of martial arts techniques and the essence of the sword caused an intangible sharpness to spread throughout the space.

However, soon Ba Dao's gaze shifted away, which relieved Lin Feng's mind. But deep down in his heart, he felt a tremor of shock.

"The essence of the Sword of Tyranny, this slave martial cultivator has comprehended and mastered the essence of the sword's power, and his comprehension is profound."

Lin Feng inwardly thought, "That's why the opponent could achieve eighty-one victories with no defeats. His understanding of the situation is much stronger than that of Mu Fan. Moreover, this situation is a martial situation, and in the same level, there are almost no opponents to match it."

Only when someone, like him, not only grasps the essence of the situation but also reaches the realm of profound understanding, can he suppress the arrogance of the other party.

The young man behind Lin Feng had a burning gaze. He was a slave martial cultivator at the level of Lingwu, having defeated eighty-one opponents of the same level. His charm was simply overwhelming. If he could obtain him, perhaps in the future he would truly have a slave cultivator of Xingwu level. At that time, he would be truly magnificent.

"Three hundred medium-grade elemental stones." At this moment, someone made an offer, raising the price by a hundred medium-grade elemental stones directly.

"Five hundred medium-grade elemental stones." Another voice rang out immediately. Without any hesitation, this price was still rather low.

A slave martial cultivator of the 6th stage of Lingwu Realm might not be of high value. But a slave martial cultivator who has killed eighty fellow cultivators of the same stage is worth more than ten times that much. And a future slave cultivator of Xuanwu Realm is beyond estimation in terms of its value.

"One thousand medium-grade yuan stones."

Another indifferent voice rang out, causing Lin Feng's heart to twitch involuntarily. These people were truly wealthy. In his storage stone ring, there were no more than tens of thousands of medium-grade yuan stones. Lin Feng had thought it was quite a lot before, but now he realized that he was actually extremely poor.

This is just the initial offer. Maybe the value of this slave warrior cultivator could wipe out all his assets.

"Five thousand medium-grade elemental stones."

As Lin Feng's thoughts were just taking shape, a voice rang out, catching his attention and making him focus his gaze.

Five thousand medium-grade Yuan stones. This number is truly terrifying. With these, one can freely practice in the cultivation tower.

Moreover, this voice was coming from behind Lin Feng. The bidder was that young man with the surname Meng.

When the crowd heard this voice, they were all stunned. Many of them had a bitter smile on their lips. Five thousand medium-grade yuan stones - that was not something they could afford. Besides, the price was already too high.

The elder saw that the crowd fell silent for a moment and then smiled. He said, "Meng Shao has a good eye. He has bid for 5,000 medium-grade Yuan Stones. This is a slave of the future Xuanwu Realm. I wonder if there are any others bidding."

The elder's voice carried a hint of allure. However, the crowd remained silent. The future would be the Xuanwu stage, but for now, it's not there yet. Five thousand medium-grade Yuan stones, the price is simply too terrifying.

"Five thousand and one medium-grade Yuan stones."

New novel chapters are published on freewёbn૦νeɭ.com.

At this moment, a calm voice rang out, causing the crowd's eyes to quiver. Their gazes turned towards the VIP area. The one who spoke was none other than Lin Feng, the person who had just smashed the stone table with a single punch.

The young man's pupils contracted slightly, staring at Lin Feng's figure intently. A glint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

"Five thousand one hundred medium-grade yuan stones."

"Five thousand one hundred and one." Lin Feng's voice remained as calm as ever.

The crowd all wore expressions of anticipation for the show. It seemed that Lin Feng had deliberately done this. Each time, only one medium-grade Yuan Stone was added.

"Five thousand five hundred medium-grade Yuan stones." The young man's expression grew colder and colder, and he said slowly.

"Five thousand five hundred and one." Lin Feng's voice was calm and composed, his gaze remaining serene.

The young man's face took on a somewhat fierce look. At this moment, the grey-robed man beside him called out to him.

"Young Master, auctions are just one of the means."

The young man's gaze paused for a moment, then he gave a cold smile. Yes, to obtain this slave warrior cultivator, it's not necessary to hold an auction.

The gazes of the crowd all quivered. This statement was undoubtedly an intimidation aimed at Lin Feng.

The young man did not bid again. After a while, the old man looked at Lin Feng and said, "Congratulations. Now, you can take the Divine Saber away."

"Let's put it aside for now. You can auction off my Crimson Fiery Lion right here. The Yuan Shi will be deducted from the proceeds."

Lin Feng said indifferently, "OK." The old man pondered for a moment and then nodded, saying, "Sure."

The value of a Red Flame Demon Lion is bound to be higher than that of the Great Sword. After all, as long as a Red Flame Demon Lion grows normally and becomes a Xuan妖, it's just a matter of time. Moreover, a Red Flame Demon Lion can become a powerful Xuan妖 beast or even a Heavenly妖.

Sure enough, when the old man led the Fiery Demon Lion out from behind the curtain, the gazes of the crowd became even more intense, even carrying a hint of madness.

Among the crowd at the auction venue, there was one person with golden hair that was disheveled and wild. Even his eyes had a hint of golden hue, making him look extremely strange.

Seeing the Crimson Flame Demon Lion, this young man with golden eyes, his gaze flickering with golden light, he said softly: "Crimson Flame Demon Lion is mine, it belongs to my Wild Lion. No one can snatch it."

The elder stood on the auction platform, quietly observing the excitement of the crowd. When the atmosphere reached its peak, he raised his hand with a smile and signaled for everyone to be quiet. Then he began to speak: "I won't elaborate on the value of the Red Flame Demon Lion. And I believe that many people have been waiting since the Red Flame Demon Lion was still in the Cage Arena. Finally, now that the Red Flame Demon Lion has come to our auction house, everyone has the chance to obtain it. In the future, they can be Celestial Demons or even Heaven Demons."

The old man himself was also very excited. He couldn't understand why the Red Flame Demon Lion ended up in Lin Feng's hands. Logically speaking, the Bai family, or even the higher-ups of the Bai family, would never hand over the Red Flame Demon Lion to outsiders or put it up for auction. They would only keep it for their own people.

The elder was unaware of the friction that occurred in the cage fight arena. At that time, that young man in yellow clothes indeed intended to use the Crimson Flame Demon Lion to win over Mu Fan and make Mu Fan his ally. The Crimson Flame Demon Lion couldn't escape, but Lin Feng emerged out of nowhere and killed it. What made the young man even more frustrated was that he had also come and served as a witness, preventing the young man from even having the chance to snatch the Crimson Flame Demon Lion from Lin Feng's hands. Originally, he had intended to discuss it further in the future, but he never expected that Lin Feng had no intention of owning the Crimson Flame Demon Lion himself but had brought it here for auction!