Crafting the Silver Sword

All at once, Su Yu became the center of attention. He was at ease as he calmly faced the charging crowd.

"Humph!" Suddenly, a light croon exploded in everyone's ears. It was loud and sounded like a bolt of thunder!

A man clad in a red robe strode out from guest room number one and moved to the side. He was now standing in front of guest room number two and staring coldly at the crowd.

Hearing his light croon made the blood boil inside most of the martial artists, and they instantly recoiled in shock. Only Fairy Ling and Hu Wangui remained relatively unphased, but they were still forced to stop in their tracks.

"Do any of you still have any respect left for us here at the Red Blood Palace Auction House?" Coldness filled the red-robed man's eyes as he spoke. When he looked at the martial artists at the scene, they all felt as though they had been struck by lightning.