From Douluo Continent onwards, Glory is invincible.

Chapter 1487 The curtain falls on Canghen Crystal, the end of the Xiaoyao family, that young man is an invincible legend.

Upon hearing this, Jin Fei was stunned. She had never seen Xiaoyao Gou Tou so angry and out of control. In her mind, Xiaoyao Gou Tou had always been a calm, composed, and extremely charming man. Yet now, he had become so insane because of a mysterious young man.

Standing in a corner of the auction house, Xiaoyao Gou Tou's eyes blazed with fury and murderous intent. He exhaled a sharp breath, his facial muscles contorted with rage, making him appear exceptionally ferocious. He gritted his teeth and muttered, "That damned brat! He's the one who killed my Xiaoyao family's four guardians yesterday!"

His voice was low, but it was filled with endless hatred and murderous intent. His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles white from the force, as if he were about to deliver a fatal blow at any moment.

Upon hearing this, Jin Fei, standing beside him, widened her eyes in astonishment. She stared at Xiaoyao Gou Tou in disbelief, her voice trembling slightly, "What? Are you telling the truth? That young man from the East really killed the four guardians of your Xiaoyao family?"

Jin Fei was utterly shocked. She knew all too well the strength of the four protectors of the Xiaoyao family. Each of them was a Dou Shi level expert, and through long-term training and coordination, their teamwork was extremely smooth. Even against ordinary Dou Zun level experts, they could gain a significant advantage through their exquisite teamwork and tactics.

However, now Xiaoyao Gou Tou was telling her that the seemingly incredibly young Eastern youth had actually killed all four guardians single-handedly. How could this be? Jin Fei felt her mind was in complete chaos; this news was too shocking for her to accept for a moment.

Xiaoyao Gou Tou nodded angrily, confirming, "That's right, it's him! That damned brat not only killed the four guardians of my Xiaoyao family, but also utterly disgraced our family. This is an irreconcilable feud! If I, Xiaoyao Gou Tou, don't tear him to pieces today, I swear I'm not human!"

With that, he abruptly turned and strode towards Lin Fan and Zhuque. His steps were firm and powerful, each one seeming to strike Jin Fei's heart. Watching Xiaoyao Gou Tou's retreating figure, a strange emotion welled up within her. She knew she had special feelings for this man, but at this moment, she was more worried about the young man from the East.

The sounds of bidding still echoed in his ears, the atmosphere inside the auction house remaining intense and tense. However, to Xiaoyao Gou Tou, all of this seemed like background noise. His eyes were fixed only on the figure of the Eastern youth, and on the overwhelming flames and killing intent.

He approached step by step, his anger burning ever brighter. He could almost see himself trampling that young man from the East under his feet, and he could almost hear his screams and pleas for mercy. This would be his revenge, Xiaoyao Gou Tou's battle. He would prove with his strength that anyone who dared to oppose the Xiaoyao family only faced death!

At the same time, Lin Fan and Zhuque also noticed Xiaoyao Gou Tou approaching. They exchanged a glance, a hint of seriousness flashing in their eyes. Although they weren't afraid of Xiaoyao Gou Tou's challenge, the current situation wasn't suitable for a fight. Moreover, they understood that Xiaoyao Gou Tou had definitely come prepared, and killing him here wouldn't be easy.

Lin Fan took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. He turned to look at Zhuque and said softly, "After the auction, we'll find a suitable place to deal with him."

Zhuque nodded, a cold glint flashing in her eyes. She knew Lin Fan's strength and wisdom, and believed he could handle this sudden challenge. At this moment, all she needed to do was stand silently by his side, offering him her utmost support.

As the bidding intensified, the atmosphere in the auction house reached a fever pitch. The footsteps of the carefree dog-headed figure drew ever closer, as if a fierce battle was about to erupt. However, at that moment, the auctioneer's voice suddenly rang out: "Congratulations to this gentleman for successfully bidding 500,000 gold coins for this beginner-level Spirit Master's manual! Let us congratulate him once again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of enthusiastic applause and cheers erupted in the auction house. Xiaoyao Gou Tou stopped in his tracks amidst the commotion, turning to look at the auction stage, a dark glint in his eyes. He knew he needed to remain calm and not let momentary impulse ruin everything. He took a deep breath and slowly turned back to his seat.

However, the murderous intent in his heart did not dissipate; instead, it intensified. He vowed that as soon as the auction ended, he would settle the score with that Eastern youth. He would let him know that those who dared to oppose his Xiaoyao family never had a good end! And this battle of revenge was destined to unleash a bloodbath.

Just as Xiaoyao Gou Tou, brimming with menacing energy like a raging beast about to unleash its fury, strode up to Lin Fan and Zhu Que, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly echoed from the auction house entrance. This unexpected commotion immediately drew the attention of everyone in the room. Everyone turned to look, only to see a group of people rushing in, their expressions revealing an unusual seriousness.

Xiaoyao Gou Tou's thoughts were also interrupted by this sudden turn of events. He subconsciously turned his head, only to be met with the stern gaze of his father, Xiaoyao Qing. Xiaoyao Gou Tou's heart skipped a beat, and the anger on his face instantly froze, replaced by an undisguised panic. He quickly composed himself, lowered his head, and looked like a child who had done something wrong.

However, Xiaoyao Qing did not let him off the hook. He glared coldly at Xiaoyao Gou Tou, his eyes revealing deep dissatisfaction and disappointment. This glare struck Xiaoyao Gou Tou like a hammer blow, leaving him momentarily at a loss. He knew his father's authority and status, and he understood that his current loss of composure had already displeased his father.

Xiaoyao Qing did not linger there. He followed closely behind the well-dressed middle-aged man towards the VIP room on the second floor. This middle-aged man possessed an extraordinary air, his demeanor exuding an innate nobility and authority. Xiaoyao Qing walked alongside him, his attitude respectful and humble, clearly holding this man in high regard.

Behind them followed several prominent figures from Black Dragon City. These individuals were usually aloof and unapproachable. Yet, at this moment, they closely followed Xiaoyao Qing and the middle-aged man, as if they were their attendants.

Xiaoyao Gou Tou was stunned. He stared wide-eyed at the scene, a nameless fear rising within him. He recognized him—one of them was none other than Lei Teya, the top expert of the Heavenly Palace! This name was renowned throughout Black Dragon City and even the entire empire; everyone knew him. Lei Teya was famous for his martial prowess and was one of the Emperor's most trusted generals. His appearance undoubtedly elevated the auction to a whole new level.

"Brother Xiaoyao, what's wrong?" Jin Fei caught up with him, looking at Xiaoyao's dazed expression, and asked with some confusion. Her voice was slightly breathless, clearly indicating that she had run all the way here. However, her usually aloof and beautiful eyes were now fixed on the Eastern youth in front of her—Lin Fan.

Jin Fei's words brought Xiaoyao Gou Tou back to his senses. He took a deep breath, suppressing his anger and fear. His expression slowly turned cold, and he raised his head again, staring at Lin Fan with a sinister gaze. At this moment, he seemed to have transformed back into the arrogant and domineering young master of the Xiaoyao family.

"When did two scoundrels infiltrate the Nine Suns Auction House?" Xiaoyao Gou Tou looked at Lin Fan and Zhu Que with utter contempt, his tone cold and sarcastic. His words were full of mockery and disdain, as if the two were not worthy of his attention.

Upon hearing this, Zhuque's pretty face immediately turned cold. She was about to retort with a sharp rebuke when Lin Fan gently pulled her arm. Lin Fan shook his head slightly at her, signaling her to calm down. His gaze was calm and profound, as if he was not provoked by Xiaoyao Gou Tou's words.

Meanwhile, in the VIP room on the second floor, Xiaoyao Qing and the middle-aged man were already seated. Their gazes swept across the auction hall below through the latticed windows, eventually settling on Lin Fan and Zhuque. Especially when the middle-aged man's gaze fell on Lin Fan, a barely perceptible glint flashed in his eyes. He seemed quite interested in this young man from the East, a meaningful smile appearing on his face. This scene foreshadowed the more complex relationships behind this auction and the exciting drama that was about to unfold.

Seeing Lin Fan calmly blocking Zhuque's path, Xiaoyao Gou Tou's anger grew even stronger. He already looked down on this so-called third-rate family, and now that he saw them daring to show their faces in a place like an auction house, he felt even more that they were ignorant of their own limitations and utterly shameful.

A cold smile played on Xiaoyao Gou Tou's lips, his words sharp as knives: "A third-rate family dares to show their face at the auction house? Do they think they haven't embarrassed themselves enough?" His voice was full of disdain and mockery, as if he were laughing at the Zhu family's overestimation of themselves.

Upon hearing this, Zhuque's eyes blazed with fury. As a member of the Zhu family, she naturally couldn't tolerate such an insult. However, before she could speak, Xiaoyao Goutou continued, "Oh, I see. The Zhu family is on its last legs, relying on auctions to barely survive, right? Hahaha! Poor old man Zhu Qu!"

Xiaoyao Gou Tou deliberately feigned sudden realization, as if he had only now seen the true face of the Zhu family. His words were filled with contempt and pity for the Zhu family, as if he were sympathizing with a family on the verge of extinction. For Zhuque, this insult was even more painful than being slapped in the face.

The family and her father were being mocked like this, and even though Zhuque had repeatedly tolerated it, she felt as if her heart was about to explode. She suddenly pushed Lin Fan's hand away and said coldly, "You careless dog, you are not allowed to insult our Zhu family again!" Her voice was full of firmness and determination, as if declaring that the dignity of the Zhu family was inviolable.

Looking at the solemn expressions of Zhuque and Lin Fan, a hint of mockery flashed in Xiaoyao Goutou's eyes. Ignoring Zhuque's trembling body, he continued to sneer, "Your Zhu family? Fine, since you don't want me to humiliate you, then show me what your Zhu family is capable of. There's a rare treasure that will be the grand finale later. You bid for it, and I'll obediently shut my mouth, how about that?"

Xiaoyao Gou Tou's words were full of provocation and disdain. He seemed to be telling Zhuque that he would stop insulting the Zhu family if she could win the bid for that treasure. However, wasn't this also a form of insult? It was as if he was saying that the Zhu family could only save face by winning the bid for the treasure.

Seeing the extremely sarcastic expression on Xiaoyao Gou Tou's face, Zhuque's face turned ashen with anger. If it were an insult to her personally, she would never be this angry. However, when she thought of the Zhu family, and her father, with his faltering back, struggling to support the family, she couldn't help but tremble all over! This insult seemed to be directed not only at her personally, but also at the trampling of the entire Zhu family.

However, amidst her anger, Zhuque was filled with deep regret. She regretted her impulsiveness and being provoked by Xiaoyao Gou Tou's words. Now she was in a bind; what should she do? If she failed to win the bid for that treasure, wouldn't Xiaoyao Gou Tou look down on her even more? But knowing the Zhu family's current situation, how could she easily bid for that treasure?

Zhuque was torn by conflicting emotions and didn't know what to do. Lin Fan, however, remained calm. He knew Zhuque's pride and dignity, and understood her struggle and helplessness. He gently held her hand, offering silent comfort and support, as if telling her that no matter the outcome, he would stand by her side and face this challenge together.

Watching the interaction between the two, a cold glint flashed in Xiaoyao Gou Tou's eyes. He naturally didn't want Zhuque to win the prize, as that would deprive him of his excuse to continue humiliating the Zhu family. However, he also didn't intend to let Zhuque off so easily. He was determined to make Zhuque lose face completely at this auction, no matter what.

As the auction progressed, the atmosphere gradually reached its climax. Finally, the rare and exquisite piece was brought out as the grand finale, causing a sensation throughout the hall. All eyes were focused on that treasure, as if it were the very focus of the evening.

Zhuque gazed at the precious artifact, her heart filled with inner turmoil. She knew this was the best chance to salvage the Zhu family's reputation, but it was also a tremendous risk. If she succeeded in acquiring the artifact, the Zhu family's name would be utterly ruined; but if she failed, the Zhu family would be plunged into an even more embarrassing situation.

Lin Fan saw Zhu Que's furrowed brows and understood her worries. He took a deep breath and gently patted the back of her hand to reassure her. Then, he stood up, ready to represent the Zhu family in bidding for this precious item. He knew that no matter the outcome, he would do everything in his power for the Zhu family, even at the greatest cost.

As Lin Fan raised his hand, the entire auction hall fell into a brief silence. Everyone stared in astonishment at the young man who had suddenly stepped forward, wondering about his background and how he dared to compete with the Xiaoyao family for this precious item. Xiaoyao Gou Tou, on the other hand, looked at Lin Fan with a mocking expression, as if waiting for him to make a fool of himself.

However, Lin Fan was unaffected by Xiaoyao Gou Tou's gaze. He looked resolutely at the auctioneer, awaiting his bid. He knew this auction wasn't just about the Zhu family's reputation, but also a fight for the family's future and dignity. Regardless of the outcome, he would do everything in his power to win.

Why, why has the Zhu family fallen to the level of a third-rate family that others can trample on at will? Isn't all of this because of your Xiaoyao family?! Zhu Yan, the eldest daughter of the Zhu family, can only stand here sadly, enduring the humiliation of Xiaoyao the Dog Head. She looked up at Xiaoyao the Dog Head, her eyes filled with desolation and helplessness.

The arrogant dog-headed man stood before her, a smug smile on his face, seemingly enjoying the feeling of trampling others underfoot. He grinned, revealing a ferocious smile, and said provocatively, "What, scared? You think it's unfair? Then I'll play with you?"

Jin Fei, watching from behind, gradually discerned the underlying grudges. A slight smirk played on her lips. In her view, no matter how strong a cultivator was, in this money-driven society, without sufficient wealth and status, one was still destined to be humiliated. Therefore, her gaze towards Lin Fan became arrogant, as if she were looking at an insignificant nobody.

Zhu Yan bit her lower lip tightly, tears welling in her eyes. She knew she couldn't back down, she couldn't let Xiaoyao Gou Tou look down on her like this. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and then looked up to meet Xiaoyao Gou Tou's gaze.

"It's settled then," said Xiaoyao Gou Tou coldly. "Miss Zhu Yan, if you don't dare to name a price, it means you're admitting that the Zhu family is a third-rate family. And your father, Zhu Qu, is the culprit behind this trash family!"

After saying that, he turned and left slowly with Jin Fei, leaving Zhu Yan standing alone. Watching their departing figures, Zhu Yan felt an unprecedented sense of helplessness and despair. She stood there blankly, her eyes gradually reddening, and two lines of tears slid down her cheeks.

"Why, why did you do this to me?" she murmured to herself, her voice filled with endless sorrow and resentment.

Just then, Zhuque, who had been standing beside her, couldn't help but burst into tears. Looking at Zhu Yan's helpless weeping, she was filled with sympathy and anger. Lin Fan, who had maintained a calm expression, also narrowed his eyes slightly. A chilling glint flashed in his gaze, as if freezing the surrounding air. His slightly upturned lips revealed an undisguised, burgeoning killing intent.

Xiaoyao Gou Tou and Jin Fei gradually disappeared into the crowd, but Lin Fan's gaze never left them. He knew that this struggle had only just begun, and the real contest was yet to come. He turned to look at Zhu Yan and Zhu Que, his eyes flashing with unwavering determination.

"Fifty thousand for the second time! Is there a higher bid than fifty thousand?!" the auctioneer shouted on the stage, trying to attract more attention. However, Lin Fan seemed not to hear him at this moment. He had only one thought in his mind—to seek justice for Zhu Yan and make Xiaoyao the bastard pay the price he deserved!

He slowly walked to the auction stage, his gaze sweeping over everyone present. When he saw those who mocked the Zhu family and looked down on him, his murderous intent intensified. However, he didn't immediately lash out. Instead, he took a deep breath to calm himself. He knew that to win this contest, he had to remain calm and rational.

"I bid 100,000!" Lin Fan suddenly announced, his voice, though not loud, carrying clearly throughout the auction hall. Everyone stared at him in shock, as if they couldn't believe their ears. 100,000 gold coins! This price far exceeded the previous highest bid!

Zhu Yan and Zhu Que stared at Lin Fan in shock, never expecting him to step forward at this moment. Lin Fan, however, merely smiled slightly, as if everything was under his control. He looked at the auctioneer and said calmly, "One hundred thousand gold coins. The Zhu family's reputation cannot be tarnished here."

The auctioneer was stunned. In all his years in the business, this was the first time he'd encountered such a generous buyer. He swallowed hard and cautiously asked, "Sir, are you sure you want to bid 100,000 gold coins?"

"Of course," Lin Fan answered without hesitation. "Although the Zhu family has declined, we are not to be bullied. Today, I will show everyone that the Zhu family still has the ability to stand at the top of this society!"

Xiaoyao Gou Tou and Jin Fei also heard Lin Fan's bid. They turned around in shock, their eyes filled with disbelief as they looked at Lin Fan. They never expected this seemingly unremarkable young man from the East to dare to offer such a high price! This was practically a blatant provocation!

An elderly man with white hair stood up from the crowd, bowing slightly to those around him with a humble smile. This man was none other than Ma Dong, the War God and patriarch of the Northern Dragon Clan. He wore a long robe, and although advanced in years, his brows still exuded an extraordinary aura. Under his leadership, the Northern Dragon Clan's status in Black Dragon City had gradually risen in recent years, and their successful acquisition of this beginner-level Spirit Master's manual was undoubtedly another affirmation of the clan's strength.

"Hehe, they got a good price," Zhan Hun chuckled slowly in the VIP room on the second floor. His gaze fell on Zhan Shen Ma Dong through the latticed window. "But judging from their appearance, they seem to have run into some trouble."

No sooner had Zhan Hun finished speaking than the doorbell rang again, and a respectful baritone voice entered: "Lord Zhan Hun, Rettya requests an audience!"

Upon hearing the name "Retya," Zhan Hun raised an eyebrow slightly. His first thought was of Retya, a renowned figure holding a position in the Heavenly Palace. This man was not only powerful but also backed by the royal family, making him a major figure in Black Dragon City. Zhan Hun feared that Retya's arrival would attract a large group of royal relatives, further complicating the auction.

He shook his head helplessly and said calmly, "Let them in."

As the door slowly opened, three figures entered in succession. Leading the way was the refined-looking Nine Yang Lion, his face beaming with smiles, exuding an air of affability and wealth. Following closely behind was Xiaoyao Qing, his face also bearing a fawning smile, as if trying to cultivate a closer relationship with Zhan Hun. Finally, entered was Lei Teya, his face perpetually taut, as if someone owed him millions of gold coins.

Upon seeing the genuine Battle Soul before him, the Nine Suns Lion's expression changed slightly. He stepped forward and respectfully bowed, saying, "Battle Soul Lord, I am late; please forgive me!"

Zhan Hun's lips twitched, and he rubbed his forehead helplessly, saying, "Nine Yang Lion, didn't your precious daughter say you only brought one person? How come now..." He looked around at the room full of "uninvited guests" and couldn't help but feel speechless. He had originally thought he could watch the auction in peace, but in the end, these guys had ruined it.

Upon hearing this, Nine Yang Lion gave an awkward smile. He scratched his head and explained, "Lord War Soul, I'm truly sorry. Originally, I only planned to bring one person, but later... later some special circumstances arose, so..." He glanced at Xiaoyao Qing and Lei Teya beside him, inwardly groaning. He had originally thought he could use this opportunity to get closer to War Soul, but unexpectedly, it had turned into such an awkward situation.

Xiaoyao Qing also realized the awkward atmosphere, so he quickly stepped forward to smooth things over, saying, "Lord Zhanhun, we have come here with no ill intentions. We just heard that you are here and wanted to see your splendor." As he spoke, he secretly observed Zhanhun's expression, afraid that his words would offend him.

Rett remained silent, standing to the side, his gaze fixed intently on Zhan Hun. As the top expert of the Heavenly Palace, he naturally possessed his own pride and dignity. However, at this moment, before Zhan Hun, he had no choice but to humble himself, for he knew that the man before him was someone he could not afford to offend.

Seeing the three men's varied expressions, Zhan Hun couldn't help but chuckle. He waved his hand, gesturing for them to sit down, and then slowly said, "Since you're all here, why don't you sit down and have some tea? But let me make it clear beforehand, I don't have any particularly good tea to offer you." His tone was playful and teasing, instantly easing the tense atmosphere.

Meanwhile, the auction downstairs was still in full swing, and War God Ma Dong had successfully obtained the beginner-level Spirit Master's manual. Standing below the stage, he looked up towards the VIP room on the second floor, his eyes flashing with complex emotions. He knew that the forces and figures involved behind this auction were far more complex than he had imagined. But he also understood that, no matter what, he had to uphold his stance and principles, because he was the patriarch of the Northern Dragon Clan, and he bore the honor and future of the entire clan on his shoulders.

Xiaoyao Qing stood to the side, his gaze involuntarily falling on Zhan Hun. He had long heard of this man's formidable reputation, and seeing him today, it was indeed well-deserved. Seeing Zhan Hun's gaze fall upon him, Xiaoyao Qing quickly composed himself and adopted a respectful expression.

"Please don't be offended, sir. It was Xiaoyao Qing who came on his own initiative." He spoke humbly, afraid of displeasing the other party. "I had long heard of your renowned reputation and wanted to see you in person. Today, I see that you are indeed as handsome and majestic as the legends say, with an extraordinary bearing! It is truly an honor for Xiaoyao Qing to meet you."

Although there was a hint of flattery in his words, Xiaoyao Qing spoke with sincerity, so it didn't seem too hypocritical. Zhan Hun almost burst out laughing upon hearing this. He chuckled inwardly; Xiaoyao Qing certainly knew how to talk, no wonder he could hold onto his position as clan leader.

"Clan Chief Xiaoyao, you flatter me." Zhanhun waved his hand, feigning modesty as he turned his head away, not wanting the other to see the smile in his eyes. "Let's get down to business."

Seeing this, Xiaoyao Qing secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He chuckled dryly twice, wisely stepping aside and saying no more. However, he felt a little smug about his decisive flattery just now. After all, leaving a good impression on this important person would greatly benefit his future development.

Who is Zhan Hun? He's the undisputed successor to the Death God's Hall, holding a pivotal position within the empire. Even if Xiao Yaoqing is arrogant as he is, he wouldn't dare to be presumptuous in front of such a figure. Therefore, from the very beginning, he decided to go all out today and shamelessly curry favor with Zhan Hun. The thought of potentially gaining the Death God's Hall's favor and support filled him with immense pride.

Just then, Zhan Hun's gaze suddenly shifted to Rettya on the other side. "Rettya, what are you doing here?"

Rett stood not far away, watching the conversation expressionlessly. As the top expert in the Heavenly Palace, he usually gave off a cold and ruthless aura. Hearing Zhan Hun's question, he paused for a moment, then replied succinctly, "My lord, I just happened to be leaving the palace to find Her Highness the Princess."

As expected of Rett's style—concise and to the point, without a single wasted word. Zhan Hun nodded inwardly, quite appreciating the character of this top expert of the Heavenly Palace. He turned to look at the Nine Yang Lion, who had been standing to the side. At this moment, the latter also consciously took two steps forward and respectfully bowed to Zhan Hun.

"Please calm down, my lord," Nine Yang Lion said cautiously. "Xiongqi was just afraid of neglecting you. If anything goes wrong, I will be guilty of a thousand deaths."

Upon hearing this, Zhan Hun raised an eyebrow. This Nine Yang Lion was quite eloquent; his words expressed both respect and a clever way of deflecting responsibility. However, Zhan Hun didn't care about such trivialities; he had more important matters to attend to. Therefore, he waved his hand, indicating that the Nine Yang Lion didn't need to be so polite.

"Alright, stop standing around," War Soul said. "Let's get down to business."

Having said that, he took the lead and walked forward, with the others following closely behind. Seeing this, Xiaoyao Qing quickly caught up, secretly delighted. It seemed his decision today was indeed correct; working for this lord would surely guarantee a bright future. Meanwhile, Rett Ya maintained his usual indifferent expression, silently following at the back of the group, as if everything around him was irrelevant.

Just then, Xiaoyao Qing mustered his courage and stepped forward respectfully, saying, "My lord, the auction has ended. Please allow me, on behalf of the Xiaoyao family, to host a welcome banquet for you at 'Wangyue Tower'!" His voice was sincere, and his eyes shone with awe and admiration for the War Soul.

However, Zhan Hun gently shook his head and politely declined, saying, "No need, Clan Chief Xiaoyao, you're too kind. I've already made plans with a friend; I'll go out for drinks with him as soon as the auction is over." Although his words were calm, they revealed an undeniable firmness.

"Friends?" Xiaoyao Qing and Jiuyang Lion's expressions changed simultaneously, their faces showing disbelief. They knew Zhan Hun's status and position well; anyone he called a friend was no ordinary person. Apart from the few peerless experts of the Death God Temple, they couldn't think of anyone else Zhan Hun valued so highly. Could it be that Osmiran, the rumored eccentric collector who disliked wine, had also come to Black Dragon City?

The two exchanged a glance, their hearts filled with confusion and shock. They had tried countless times to befriend a powerful figure like Zhan Hun, but had never succeeded. Now, Zhan Hun was actually suggesting going out for drinks with friends—how could they not be surprised and envious?

However, despite their curiosity and resentment, Xiaoyao Qing and the Nine Yang Lion dared not show it in the slightest. They knew Zhan Hun's character well and knew that they couldn't force things. Therefore, Xiaoyao Qing could only say with regret and pity, "It's really unfortunate. Well then, sir, since you're staying in Black Dragon City for a few days, could you spare one day to allow our Xiaoyao family the opportunity to show us some hospitality?"

Upon hearing this, Zhan Hun smiled slightly and said, "I appreciate the kindness of Clan Chief Xiaoyao. However, my main purpose in coming to Black Dragon City this time is to meet up with friends and reminisce about old times. If there is an opportunity, it is not too late to visit the Xiaoyao family in the future." After saying this, he turned and walked towards the exit of the auction house, leaving behind a lot of imagination and speculation.

Osmilan, on the first floor, also noticed Zhan Hun's departure. He put down the golden bull's horn in his hand, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. He already had a plan in mind regarding Zhan Hun's invitation. However, all of this would have to wait for the right opportunity to be revealed.

As War Soul departed, the atmosphere in the auction house gradually returned to calm. However, this brief encounter left a deep impression on everyone. They were all speculating about the relationship between War Soul and Osmiran, and the deeper meaning hidden behind this sudden invitation. All of this would become a topic of much discussion in Black Dragon City in the future.

But before he could finish speaking, everyone's attention was involuntarily drawn to his words, their gaze sweeping towards the War Souls downstairs. Just as everyone was taking aback, he suddenly turned and strode towards the door, leaving behind the words, "Everyone, I have to go downstairs for a bit. Excuse me."

His departing figure gradually faded from everyone's sight. Nine Yang Lion, Xiaoyao Qing, and Lei Teya stood frozen in place, their eyes filled with bewilderment and confusion. After a long while, Nine Yang Lion finally came to his senses, shook his head, and clicked his tongue in amazement, saying, "Could it be that the master's friend is in this auction house? What a coincidence!"

Upon hearing this, Xiaoyao Qing's eyes lit up. He quickly realized what was happening and chased after them, eager to find out what was going on. Jiuyang Lion and Lei Teya exchanged a glance, their hearts also filled with curiosity, and they followed suit.

The auction house was now somewhat deserted after their departure. Only Usentan remained, standing silently by the window, his gaze fixed on the tall figure as he gradually disappeared from sight, lost in thought.

Meanwhile, the bidding on the auction stage entered a heated phase.

Ma Dong, the "God of War," sat calmly in the VIP section, casually announcing a high price of 180,000. His gaze was calm and resolute, as if declaring to everyone his determination to acquire the golden bull's horn. His action undoubtedly pushed the auction to its climax.

These two treasures actually belonged to a seemingly ordinary young man from the East. He sat there, his face calm and serene, as if the surrounding clamor had nothing to do with him. His ability to maintain such composure in such a grand occasion was truly remarkable; his mental fortitude was indeed extraordinary.

What's even more striking is the aura emanating from this young man, a unique aura of a fighter. That aura is profound and powerful, seemingly containing boundless strength. This makes him even more mysterious and alluring in the eyes of the noblewomen of Black Dragon City. They all cast curious and admiring glances at him, eager to find out more.

However, those present possessed keen insight. They began to ponder why Ma Dong, the "God of War," would spend so lavishly to acquire these two treasures. After all, such a price far exceeded market estimates. There must be some unknown reason behind it.

A startling thought suddenly flashed through everyone's minds: if the horn of this fifth-level divine warrior was indeed severed by the young man before them, what would that mean? That's right, this seemingly ordinary Eastern youth actually possessed extremely terrifying fighting cultivation strength! This discovery shocked everyone present.

Of course, Ma Dong's actions also contained an element of gambling. But as an experienced collector, he has always enjoyed adventure and gambling. Because if he wins, what he gains will be far more than just two rare items. More importantly, he will have the opportunity to win the favor and friendship of a future powerhouse!

Thinking of this, Ma Dong, the God of War, couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, a profound meaning flashing in his eyes. He had noticed this young man named Lin Fan from the very beginning of the auction. After several careful observations and in-depth analyses, he finally became certain of his judgment. Therefore, he decided to "bid" this young man with unlimited potential at such an astonishingly high price.

However, things rarely go as planned. Just when War God Ma Dong thought he was about to succeed, a discordant voice suddenly rang out. It was Osmiran, a figure who also held a pivotal position in Black Dragon City. He clearly did not want War God Ma Dong to obtain these two treasures so easily, nor did he want this promising young man to fall into the hands of others.

"180,000 for the second time!" the auctioneer shouted again, professionally employing his tactics to try and provoke more bidders. "If there's no higher price, I'll bring the hammer!"

Upon hearing this, a sly glint flashed in Osmilan's eyes. He slowly stood up, glanced around at the surrounding bidders, and finally fixed his gaze on Ma Dong, the God of War. The atmosphere between the two instantly became tense, as if an invisible contest had quietly begun.

"Two hundred thousand!" Osmilan suddenly raised his paddle, bidding an even higher price. His voice was loud and firm, full of an air of determination.

This move immediately caused a huge uproar in the venue. Everyone started discussing and speculating about Osmilan's intentions. Ma Dong, the God of War, had a slight change in expression, clearly not expecting Osmilan to act so decisively.

Lin Fan sat to the side, maintaining his calm demeanor. He seemed detached from the bidding frenzy, simply observing everyone's reactions. However, he knew perfectly well that this bidding war was no longer just about those two rare items. More importantly, it had evolved into a contest concerning his future destiny.

As the bidding intensified, the tension between Ma Dong and Osmilan grew increasingly palpable. They traded blows, neither willing to yield, each paddle raise seeming like a declaration of war. The auctioneer, however, seemed to relish the situation, constantly fueling the atmosphere and attempting to push the bidding war to even greater heights.

However, just when everyone thought the bidding would go on indefinitely, an unexpected result occurred. Ma Dong, the God of War, suddenly withdrew from the bidding. He gave Lin Fan a deep look, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. Then, he stood up and left the auction hall without looking back.

Osmilan successfully won the two treasures, but there wasn't much of a smug smile on his face. He knew the true significance of this bidding war lay elsewhere. He looked at Lin Fan, his gaze full of meaning. Lin Fan met his gaze, and the exchange between them seemed to be a silent communication and contest.

Seeing this, Xiaoyao Qing smiled slightly, his eyes revealing a firm expression: "My relationship with Lord Zhanhun is not as simple as it seems to outsiders. I believe he also hopes that this Doujing Stone can belong to my Xiaoyao family." His tone was full of confidence and certainty.

At this moment, the Nine Yang Lion, who had been standing to the side, also let out a meaningful laugh. His gaze swept over the crowd, and he thought to himself, "It seems that a fierce battle is destined to take place in the capital today."