Chapter 0107: Powerhouses of the Divine Realm
After a long while, seeing that everyone was still in a dazed state, Bog cleared his throat and said, “Everyone, please sit down. Next, we will begin the auction of this space ring.”
Hearing this, the stunned crowd snapped back to reality and sat down together, yet their eyes remained fixed on the space ring, as if afraid it might vanish at any moment.
The bustling crowd in the square outside the auction hall also ceased their clamor at that moment.
Silence, as deep as falling leaves, once again enveloped both inside and outside the auction hall.
Bog slowly scanned the room. When his gaze fell on Nado sitting beside the Red-Clothed Archbishop, he paused briefly. Others might not have noticed, but Nado saw the deep mockery in Bog’s eyes. He grew angry but could only hold back his emotions.
“I believe everyone has seen the uniqueness of this space ring,” Bog said, emphasizing the word “uniqueness.”
The crowd below nodded vigorously.
“This space ring is undoubtedly the first of its kind in the history of the Hengyuan Continent!” Bog added.
The crowd nodded again.
No one denied this—no one dared to.
“Now that everyone understands how precious this space ring is,” Bog continued, stopping briefly before looking around and saying slowly, “the auction will now begin. The starting bid is one million gold coins!”
One million gold coins! An exorbitant price!
In the history of the Hengyuan Continent, there had been no more than ten items auctioned at a higher starting price!
The crowd gasped in shock, but figures like the Red-Clothed Archbishop Kele and the Demon Princess Anlei showed expressions as if this was exactly what it should be. In their eyes, only such a high starting bid was worthy of such a space ring.
Only people like them were qualified to bid on it—this was how their status and identity could be demonstrated.
The crowd’s thoughts were mixed.
When the auction began, Bog struck the gavel to start bidding. Perhaps due to shock, excitement, or nervousness, it took some time before the head of a major family from the Great Grassland Empire made the first bid. After bidding, he let out a sigh of relief, sat back down, and carefully watched the gazes directed at him.
With the first bidder’s lead, the bidding became more intense.
Not long after that family head bid, Duke Lin Quan from the Blizzard Empire joined in with a bid of one million one hundred thousand!
This time, it was Lord Lin Quan who represented the imperial family of the Blizzard Empire. Lord Lin Quan, once Zhao Rong’s suitor, came with extremely complex feelings.
Huang Long, this fifteen-year-old peerless warrior from the Holy Land, he had met him nine years ago at Old Master Zhao Yang’s eightieth birthday celebration. But who would have thought that nine years later, the child he had seen back then would grow to such a level! Not only was he famous throughout the Hengyuan Continent, but he had now become a legend there, revered and blindly worshipped by the younger generation as a “god.”
Which young person doesn’t have passion? But who could accomplish the feat of leading a group of Holy Land magical pets to attack the palace of the Dragon Speech Empire?!
He couldn’t help but think of his son, Lin Guang, who had just reached the sixth level of warrior. He sighed inwardly. These days, he had even thought that giving up Zhao Rong was the greatest regret of his life. Otherwise, Huang Long wouldn’t be Huang Long, but Lin Long.
Looking at Huang Long sitting in the middle of the front row of the auction hall, he felt uneasy.
While Lin Quan was lost in thought, the bidding price had already risen to 1.5 million gold coins. However, the Grand Master in red, Ke Er, the Demon Princess An Lei, the Priestess of the Dark Forest Temple, Wen Lisi, the Holy King of the Sea Clan, and others remained seated, showing no intention of bidding yet.
1.5 million quickly soared to 3 million. When the price reached 3 million, the bidding became less intense as some families withdrew, likely realizing they were just joining in the excitement and that they couldn’t actually afford this space ring.
Gradually, when the price reached 4 million, the bidding atmosphere picked up again, as the Holy Church, the demons, the sea clans, and other superpowers began a new round of bidding. The price kept rising sharply—each bid increased by 100,000, 200,000, 300,000, or even 500,000. By the time the bidding reached 6 million, only a few major powers remained in competition.
Not only did some smaller factions outside the auction hall gasp at such a price, but even some major families inside were astonished. 6 million—some small kingdoms couldn’t even earn that much in a year from their treasuries!
Watching the several superpowers bidding fiercely in the auction hall, Huang Xiong and Zhao Rong clenched the space rings given to them by their son. Although they had anticipated the rarity of these space rings, they never expected it to be this extreme. The rings in their possession were even better than those on the auction stage—did that mean they were wearing the equivalent of a kingdom’s treasury?
Their fingers trembled slightly.
Elder Zhao Yang sat beside Huang Long, hesitating to speak. It seemed he was very eager for the space ring on the auction block as well, but the price deterred him. Moreover, since it was his grandson who was auctioning it, he felt too embarrassed to ask. If he did, wouldn’t it be the same as asking his grandson for money? Elder Zhao Yang was somewhat frustrated.
Huang Long seemed to sense this and turned his head with a faint smile.
The price continued to rise—nine million! When Princess Anlei of the Demon Clan suddenly raised the bid from eight million to nine million, the venue fell dead silent, with only tense breathing audible.
Kol, the Cardinal Archbishop of the Light Church, paled slightly.
Nine million!
Nine million wasn’t much for the Light Church, but he hadn’t brought that much money this time because he hadn’t expected a third item to be auctioned, and the auction house had stated beforehand that payments had to be made in cash, with no delays.
Seeming to have seen through the Light Church’s last card, Princess Anlei of the Demon Clan wore a faint, triumphant smile.
The Sea Folk and other factions also stopped bidding due to their limited funds.
At that moment, everyone thought the space ring would likely go to the Hellish Demons.
Borg glanced at Huang Long, who nodded. Seeing this, Borg raised the auction hammer and struck it.
“Princess Anlei of the Demon Clan bids nine million gold coins—first time! Is there a higher bid?”
“Princess Anlei of the Demon Clan bids nine million gold coins—second time!” Borg looked around before striking the hammer a second time.
But just as Borg was about to strike a third time to finalize the bid, a calm voice suddenly rang out from the auction hall: “Ten million! I want this space ring!”
Ten million! I want this space ring!
Who was this? Such boldness! Princess Anlei grew angry and turned around.
Everyone stared in shock in the direction of the voice. In the middle of the second floor, a young man dressed in black and gold sat there, looking lazy yet exuding an air of dominance over the world. Next to him sat another person—someone everyone recognized as Rafe, the leader of the Storm Dragon Mercenary Group, which belonged to the World Alliance.
Rafe, the leader of the top mercenary group on the Hengyuan Continent, stood respectfully before the young man, bowing and saying something.
Who was this young man? All the major factions speculated secretly, while Cardinal Archbishop Kol’s expression changed drastically as if he had realized something.
Huang Long remained calm. In fact, he had known who this young man was since he first appeared.
A powerhouse from the Divine Realm!