Chapter 0118

Chapter 118: A Bloody Strike Shocks the Crowd!

The auction hall turned into total chaos. Auras crashed and killing intent surged, and in the blink of an eye more than a hundred people bled out as offerings to the Death-Silence Grand Array.

Only the strong could protect themselves, like You Jing Feng, who forced back a nearby Half Saint with a single glare. People guessed the old man had reached the peak of Half Saint. Since he showed no sign of grabbing treasure, the crowd stopped bothering him.

The scramble became an unstoppable brawl. Some even forgot why they were fighting, driven mad by killing intent as they attacked anyone near them. They fought for battle, for grudges, for plunder, for slaughter.

Blood energy billowed to the sky and mixed with spiritual power, gathering in the air so thick it seemed ready to set space on fire.

Zhao Wu Tian looked down and laughed, his whole body shaking with excitement: “Hahahaha… kill all you like. In the end you still cannot escape death!”

A mocking voice from Devil Marshal Tun Yuan cut him off and made Zhao Wu Tian stop smiling: “You don’t think you can start the array with just these people’s blood, do you? You know very well you must sacrifice someone close to you. Your Heavenly Dao Manor will end up as the offering.”

Zhao Wu Tian curled his lip and answered with the same disdain: “So what? If they help me climb the Great Dao, it is their honor.”

Devil Marshal Tun Yuan felt his heart jolt and thought: [This guy is even more ruthless than the Devil Race]. He secretly sent a message to the Heavenly Devil Venerable: “Devil Sovereign, this man cannot be allowed to live.”

The Heavenly Devil Venerable stood and replied: “Relax. When this is over, I will handle it.” He looked toward Zhao Wu Tian and added: “One more thing needs to be confirmed. Does that brat truly have Saint-level strength?”

Zhao Wu Tian frowned and said: “What do you mean?”

The Heavenly Devil Venerable spoke lightly: “I am only being cautious. If you mind it, then treat it as if I never spoke.”

Zhao Wu Tian snorted and said: “Trying to provoke me? Fine, I will pretend to fall for it once.” He also felt it was necessary to test Zhou Tong again. He took out a Jade Pendant and sent an order down to the floor.

After receiving it, the old attendant nodded rapidly and grinned in a nasty way. He raised his voice at the crowd and shouted: “Everyone, don’t you want the Yin Yang Dao Physique?”

As soon as he finished, he kicked the Mystic Ice toward Heaven No. 1 Room. That move drew every gaze at once.

Several Reincarnation realm fighters, red-eyed from slaughter, ignored everything and hurled a heaven-shaking strike at that room.

With a boom, the Mystic Ice was knocked aside by the blast, and their attacks smashed straight into Heaven No. 1 Room. The elegant pavilion collapsed at once. Zhou Tong flew out with the little demoness in his arms, leaving the dark-gold coffer pinned under the rubble. As long as it stayed there, no one could disturb Mu Rong Ya.

When Zhou Tong showed himself, many people snapped to attention and focused on him. The might of a Saint cannot be offended. If Zhou Tong had truly reached that level, he should not let the ones who attacked get away.

This was a moment of extreme danger. If Zhou Tong could not prove his strength, the fate waiting for him would be a miserable one. He did not disappoint. He acted at once and threw out a talisman.

It was a true ninth-grade talisman, infused with Mu Rong Ya’s spiritual power. Zhou Tong’s own spiritual power was unrivaled but very unstable; if he made a ninth-grade talisman himself, its power would drain away quickly and fail to show its true effect. By contrast, a Saint’s steady spirit was perfect for refining a ninth-grade talisman.

Zhou Tong pointed and called out: “Talisman Ninety: Black Coffin!”

Under the terrified eyes of those Reincarnation realm fighters, a black coffin appeared out of nowhere and covered them all. Their screams pierced the sky. When the coffin exploded, only broken flesh remained; there were no human forms left.

A hiss swept the hall as everyone drew a cold breath. Their spines felt icy. With just one move he had killed five Reincarnation experts. That was definitely a Saint’s method.

Zhou Tong was not finished. His gaze locked onto the attendant who had stirred up trouble.

The old man went pale and chattered through his teeth: “W-what do you want? This is an auction. You cannot lay hands on the staff!”

Zhou Tong did not waste words. He reached out, pulled the man to him with one hand, and clamped his fingers around the man’s throat. The old man begged for his life: “Spare me… I did not mean it.”

Zhou Tong lifted his other hand to the crown of the man’s head and said, calm and cold: “Save your breath. Your soul will tell me everything.” He cast Soul Search.

The old man twisted all over and screamed like a ghost. Pain that comes from the soul is something flesh cannot bear.

A moment later, Zhou Tong’s lips curved in a chilling smile: “I know it all. You deserve worse than death.”

Before everyone’s eyes, he began the execution. The hand on the man’s crown pressed down. The attendant let out a short, sharp scream as his body shrank under everyone’s horrified stares. Seven feet tall became four, then less than one, until he was thin as a sheet of paper, crushed in Zhou Tong’s fist.

Red drops ran from between Zhou Tong’s fingers and fell with a soft patter that hit every heart like thunder. When Zhou Tong opened his hand, not even scum remained. The man had completely vanished from the world.

Zhou Tong swept the crowd with a cold look and asked: “Who wants to try?”

No one dared meet the youth’s eyes. A Half Saint was just a heartbeat slow and suffered a mental shock that made his head feel like it would split open.

Zhao Wu Tian had watched everything. He turned to the Heavenly Devil Venerable and said in a hard voice: “It is certain now. He is a genuine Saint. What else do you have to say?”

The Devil Sovereign was silent.

Zhao Wu Tian pressed: “Has your Devil King still not arrived? The array is about to open. If he is not here, our plan is ruined.”

The Devil Sovereign gritted his teeth and answered: “Do not worry. I have a trump card.” He took a crystal skull from his robe.

Zhao Wu Tian was shocked; the skull pulsed with a terrible forbidden power. The Devil Sovereign said: “Do not be afraid. It does nothing to you. This is the Ten Thousand Devil Saint Locking Skull. It targets only Saints. Once it is triggered, for half an hour a Saint’s cultivation will drop.”

Zhao Wu Tian clapped and laughed: “Good. Good. Good.” Half an hour was more than enough for him.

Just then, a Taoist figure shot out of Heaven No. 2 Room and rushed straight at the Yin Yang Dao Physique sealed inside the Mystic Ice.

Anger exploded around the hall as several Half Saints struck at Mo Liu Su: “Do not even think about it!”

Mo Liu Su stayed calm. A scepter appeared in her hand. With a gentle wave, she dissolved all their attacks into nothing.

She spoke high and proud as she stored the Mystic Ice into her Signet Ring: “The Yin Yang Dao Physique is taken by me.”

Seeing that, Zhao Wu Tian licked his lips, his eyes bloodthirsty. The foreplay had ended. The main act was about to begin.