Self-Inflicted Slap

The auction ground was silenced. Everyone subconsciously looked over to Ling Xian with shock and astonishment.

Though offering only one stone sounds so laughable and so little, when this number is linked to the Stone of Phoenix's Blood, it was insane.

That was a highly sought after Stone. When a tiny bit is added to a craftsman's process, it can bring up the craft by several levels. It is extremely difficult to get one's hands on this.

Therefore, everyone was shocked at this. They all unleashed their soul to see just who was rich enough to do this.

"Hmmph!"

Sensing the countless souls, Ling Xian hissed. The enlivener between his brows began to light up and generate a crazy storm that rejected everyone's souls!

HOMM!

An invisible storm erupted, scaring everyone. Those with some capabilities were fine, but those without enough capabilities were now white in the face and there was a trace of blood on their lips.

"How terrifying of a soul!"