Meanwhile, inside the auction hall.
“Two trillion!”
“Two trillion one hundred billion!”
“Two trillion three hundred billion!!!”
A hoarse voice, carrying an absolute and unquestionable authority, exploded through the dark web auction hall like a thunderclap.
The bidder was a mysterious old man seated in an ordinary private room on the second floor. His entire body was shrouded in a gray robe, and the blood-and-qi fluctuations radiating from him indicated that he was at the peak of the Martial Venerable realm.
The moment that price was called, the entire boisterous auction hall fell into deathly silence.
Two trillion three hundred billion!
That sum had already drained the liquid assets of the vast majority of the top aristocratic clans present.
Any further bid would require them to mortgage their core industries.
It simply wasn’t worth it for a demon core.
The auctioneer’s hand trembled violently as he held up the gavel. He called out three times, but no one raised the price.
Bang!
The deal was sealed!
“Congratulations to this esteemed guest! You have successfully purchased this Demon Saint-grade demon core for the astonishing price of two trillion three hundred billion!”
Inside Private Room No. 1.
Su Yu leaned back against the leather sofa. A barely concealed fervor flashed through his deep, crystal-clear eyes.
Two trillion three hundred billion!
He was rich.
A few minutes later.
Knock, knock.
The door to the private room was gently tapped.
Ji Wuyue entered carrying an exquisite tray covered with red cloth. Her serpentine waist swayed as she approached, radiating seductive charm. Yet a trace of coldness lay hidden in the depths of her eyes.
“Mr. Su,” Ji Wuyue said with a dazzling smile.
“This is the storage ring containing the payment. Please verify it.”
She carried the tray slowly toward Su Yu.
She was less than half a meter away.
Su Yu remained seated on the sofa without rising.
He merely looked at Ji Wuyue calmly, his deep eyes like two bottomless ancient wells.
“Put it on the table,” Su Yu said flatly.
The smile at the corners of Ji Wuyue’s lips grew even more pronounced.
“Of course, Mr. Su.”
She bent slightly and placed the tray on the tabletop.
The instant the tray touched the table—
The hidden blade was finally revealed!
Boom!
The gentle lights in the private room went out in an instant!
Two obscure yet utterly lethal killing intents erupted without warning from the shadows behind Su Yu!
Two Martial Venerable-level death warriors!
One on each side, they wielded pale-blue daggers coated in abyssal venom, aiming straight for the back of Su Yu’s head and his heart!
At the same time, the seductive expression on Ji Wuyue’s face twisted into something vicious.
She suddenly crushed a dark-red formation disk hidden beneath the tray!
Buzz!
A cloud of abyssal poisonous miasma, powerful enough to instantly paralyze the circulation of a Martial Emperor’s blood and qi, exploded between them!
It was a killing formation with no chance of survival!
Even a true peak Martial Emperor would have met his end here in the face of this long-planned triple ambush!
But—
Their opponent was Su Yu.
A monster whose actual combat power rivaled that of a Martial Sovereign!
The moment Ji Wuyue stepped into the private room, Su Yu’s enormous spiritual power had already seen through every tense muscle in her body and every abnormal fluctuation in her blood and qi.
“Too slow.”
Su Yu’s voice rang out calmly in the darkness.
There was not the slightest hint of panic.
His tone did not fluctuate in the least.
Buzz!
His terrifying spiritual power transformed into tangible, transparent blades and swept outward with Su Yu at the center.
Formless—Soul Severing!
Crack! Crack!
The two Martial Venerable death warriors, who had been moments away from stabbing Su Yu, abruptly froze.
Their eyes bulged, and blood flowed from their mouths, noses, ears, and eyes.
The defenses of their consciousness were instantly shattered beneath the overwhelming impact of Su Yu’s spiritual power, crumbling like paper.
They did not even have time to scream.
Their two corpses toppled stiffly to the ground.
As for the mass of abyssal poisonous miasma that had been about to envelop Su Yu—
A layer of dark-gold protective aura appeared out of thin air and held it firmly at a distance of half a meter. It could not advance even an inch.
Su Yu slowly extended a hand.
He reached through the poisonous miasma and calmly took the storage ring containing two trillion three hundred billion from the table, slipping it into his possession.
He had to get the money.
“How… how is this possible?!”
The vicious expression on Ji Wuyue’s face froze completely.
She stared in horror at the two Martial Venerable death warriors who had died instantly, then looked at Su Yu, who was completely unharmed.
Her mind went blank!
Hadn’t the intelligence reported that he was only a Martial Spirit?!
Even if he could defeat a Demon Saint across several realms, there was no way he could instantly kill two Martial Venerable death warriors without any warning!
“Run!”
Ji Wuyue had no time to think.
Her instinct for survival drove her to retreat wildly. She crashed straight through the floor-to-ceiling window of the private room and fell toward the auction hall below.
Su Yu did not pursue her.
He stood up and slipped the anonymous black card into his pocket as well.
Then he gazed coldly through the shattered window at the auction hall below.
Because—
The real killing trap had only just begun.
Rumble—!!!
Accompanied by the thunderous crash of Ji Wuyue breaking through the glass, the entire underground dark web city suddenly began to shake violently!
The ground split apart, and the ceiling collapsed!
Countless blood-red formation lines spread madly from every corner of the underground city, resembling thick, writhing veins. In an instant, they interwove into an inverted blood-colored barrier.
The entire auction hall was sealed tight!
The Nine Nether Lock-Heaven Death Formation!
It had descended!
“What’s happening?!”
“Enemy attack! We’re under attack!”
Tens of thousands of human martial artists in the hall descended into terrified chaos.
At that moment—
A phantom altar slowly emerged in the center of the barrier.
Three sinister figures cloaked in voluminous red robes stepped out of the void one after another.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Three terrifying pillars of blood and qi, each exceeding ten billion units, shot into the heavens in an instant!
They illuminated the blood-colored barrier with an eerie radiance.
Martial Saints!
Three genuine Martial Saint powerhouses!
The three Red-robed Archbishops had appeared!
“The Abyssal Order?!”
“They’re the Abyss’s Red-robed Archbishops! It’s over! We’re all finished!”
After recognizing the newcomers’ attire, the human martial artists present were plunged into utter despair.
“Kill.”
The leading Red-robed Archbishop’s voice was hoarse, like two rusted pieces of metal scraping against each other.
There were no unnecessary words.
The slaughter began in an instant!
The might of three Martial Saints descended like ten thousand mountains, crushing down upon everyone’s heads!
Those below the Martial King realm did not even have the chance to resist. They were crushed directly into clouds of blood mist by the pressure!
Their scarlet blood and qi were frantically absorbed by the formation, converging toward the altar at the center.
“Outrageous!!!”
Just as despair reached its peak, a furious roar that shook heaven and earth exploded from an ordinary private room on the second floor!
The gray-robed old man who had purchased the demon core tore away his disguise.
Boom—!!!
An aura of blood and qi no weaker than that of the three Red-robed Archbishops erupted like a dormant volcano!
Over ten billion units of blood and qi!
The might of a Martial Saint!
The old man’s body grew taller. His previously hunched back straightened in an instant, transforming him into a broad-shouldered, imposing elder with short hair!
The Nation-Guarding Martial Saint—
Huo Zhenshan!
He had originally disguised himself and come to the dark web on behalf of the military to purchase this demon core, intending to use it to nurture the next generation of supreme prodigies.
He had never expected to stumble into the Abyssal Order’s astonishing killing trap!
“Huo Zhenshan?!”
The leading Red-robed Archbishop recognized the old man’s face. He was stunned for a moment before letting out a cruel, savage laugh.
“Hahaha!”
“What an unexpected bonus!”
“The Nation-Guarding Martial Saint of Great Xia is actually here too!”
“Today, we’ll use your ten billion in qi and blood as an offering for the descent of the Demon Saint Lord!”
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The three Red-robed Cardinals instantly transformed into three crimson streams of light.
Taking up a triangular formation, they completely surrounded Huo Zhenshan!
“Nine Nether Heaven Lock!!”
Accompanied by the roar of the Red-robed Cardinals, the formation’s power erupted into action.
Countless blood-red chains reached out from the void, wrapping tightly around Huo Zhenshan’s limbs and entire body!
The circulation of Huo Zhenshan’s qi and blood instantly became thirty percent slower!
“Damn it!”
Huo Zhenshan glared furiously.
Although he was a veteran Martial Saint with astonishing combat prowess,
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ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
