Chapter 270: Stop it

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Auction Center.

All eyes were drawn to the young girl in the iron cage on the platform. But because of the sudden change that occurred on the stage, their initial excitement and desires were dispersed, as if being doused with a bucket of cold water.

Some people were angry, while others had the expression of watching a show on their faces.

Daring to cause trouble in the Heaven Dou Auction House was indeed quite audacious.

The sharp sword intent pervading the venue made those with lower Spirit power feel immense pressure, as if a sharp sword was hanging over their heads, ready to fall at any moment.

Combined with the sudden gust of wind, the temperature in the air dropped slightly, making the atmosphere even more solemn and oppressive.

The host on the platform had a particularly pale complexion. At the moment, he felt even standing was quite strenuous. He could clearly see his hands and feet holding the microphone trembling slightly. His pale cheeks were covered in cold sweat, and his eyes were filled with fear.

And the reason for all this was, of course, because he was the closest to Zeng Yi.

Zeng Yi and Xue Qinghe were seated in the VIP area, just five meters away from the auction platform. The host himself had low strength, only at the level of a Spirit Ancestor, and he wasn't even a combat-type Spirit Master. Facing the pressure emitted by Zeng Yi, who was a Spirit Ancestor, he found it difficult to sustain.

Moreover, due to his role as an auctioneer, much of Zeng Yi's anger and killing intent were directed toward him. After all, he was an employee of the auction house and a part of this auction.

Confronted with the terrifying momentum that approached, the overwhelming pressure hanging over his shoulder like a mountain, the host felt as if his body was about to collapse.

The terrifying gaze that stared at him was like a sharp sword, piercing through his Spirit. He swayed, feeling as if he could collapse at any moment.

The host truly had no tears to shed. He hadn't anticipated the situation would escalate to this extent. Although auctioning female slaves was not an uncommon occurrence, it was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

In truth, with the background behind the auction house, few dared to cause trouble there. But of course, there were always some individuals who were untouchable even for the auction house.

However, this time, the troublemakers were sitting in the red VIP area.

And for someone to sit there, could their status be ordinary?

Leaving aside the person emitting a terrifying aura, the one sitting next to him was already an important figure, none other than the Crown Prince of their Heaven Dou Empire, Xue Qinghe! The host had seen Xue Qinghe visit the auction house several times before, and such an important person naturally left an impression on him.

The Crown Prince of the Empire, the future Emperor, even the powers behind the auction house wouldn't dare to easily provoke him.

And the person who could sit beside him, could their status be low?

Furthermore, I'm just a worker, I can't control such matters. If you're not happy, go complain to our superiors! Why take your anger out on me?

Facing Zeng Yi's pressure, the host felt helpless. He was truly afraid that this person would rush onto the stage and snap his neck at any moment.

And seeing his expression, it seemed highly likely.

If that really happened, whom could I reason with? Lord Yama?

The host remained unable to speak, only begging in his heart for the VIP not to act impulsively and for the security of the auction house to come and protect him, while also trying to stop the VIP, who was on the verge of losing control.

Xue Qinghe, who was standing beside Zeng Yi, was surprised by his sudden reaction. Indeed, he had brought Zeng Yi to this place with a purpose. One of them was to let Zeng Yi see the dark side of the noble class, to nurture his discontent toward this social class, provoke his rebellious intent, and work with him to revolutionize and establish a new regime.

However, Zeng Yi's reaction seemed even stronger than he had imagined. Nevertheless, he didn't dislike it; in fact, he was extremely satisfied. Zeng Yi's righteous and hatred-for-evil personality was something he truly admired.

At least this proved to him that he had not misunderstood him.

As for what happened in the auction house, appropriate measures were quickly taken. Soon, more than a dozen security personnel rushed into the venue.

"I want to see who dares to cause trouble here!" A voice mixed with Spirit power echoed throughout the venue, and a middle-aged man appeared on the auction platform. He stood with his hands behind his back, scanning the entire venue with his gaze. There were seven Spirit rings floating around his body, indicating he was a Spirit Saint, and his terrifying Spirit power enveloped the entire venue, making the atmosphere even heavier.

With the appearance of a Spirit Saint from the auction house, the host on the platform also felt much of the pressure on him alleviate, making himself more relaxed.

As a Spirit Saint powerhouse, this middle-aged man quickly noticed who had been releasing the disruptive aura in the venue, and his sharp gaze focused on Zeng Yi's figure.

The middle-aged Spirit King sneered disdainfully and said in a powerful voice, "So it's you, a brat who doesn't know the severity of the situation, causing trouble in the auction house."

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and more than a dozen Spirit masters swiftly surrounded Zeng Yi and Xue Qinghe.

In the auction venue, many sensed the situation becoming unfavorable and began to leave to avoid any trouble. However, most of those who left were from the white, yellow, and purple areas. In the black and red areas, there were hardly anyone leaving. Instead, they seemed ready to enjoy the spectacle, sitting in their seats and waiting to witness this drama.

As VIPs, they would have their safety protected by the auction house.

Of course, Tang San and Xiao Wu did not leave. Since Zeng Yi was their friend, naturally they decided to stay and see if they could help him.

As for Ning Fengzhi, he couldn't leave either. Now, he was certain that this vengeful young man must be the disciple of his sworn brother, Zeng Yi.

Zeng Yi couldn't help but stand up from his seat, his face showing a gloomy expression as he stared at the group of people surrounding him. Among them were Spirit Emperors, Spirit Kings, and even a Spirit Saint who was observing him from the platform.

Even facing such a combined lineup, Zeng Yi remained calm and fearless. Since he had dared to act like this, he was mentally prepared.

Moreover, that Spirit Saint was only an early-stage Spirit Saint with merely a 72 level of Spirit power and an ordinary Beast Martial Spirit. He wasn't even comparable to the Spirit Saint like Liu Erlong. Naturally, Zeng Yi wouldn't show any fear towards him.

Even if he couldn't win, if Zeng Yi intended to escape, none of these people could stop him.

Furthermore, the Crown Prince, Xue Qinghe, was right next to him. Zeng Yi didn't believe they would dare to harm him.

"Take them down!"

A command from the middle-aged Spirit King was followed by everyone else releasing their Martial Spirits and Spirit rings. Various colors of Spirit power danced in the air, and Zeng Yi felt an immense pressure assaulting him.

As he felt the urge to take action, Zeng Yi quickly reached for the hilt of his sword at his waist. However, just as he was about to make a move, he realized that Xue Qinghe was grabbing his wrist tightly, blocking him.

"Zeng Yi, remain calm." Xue Qinghe firmly held Zeng Yi's right wrist, advising him. But her face also turned cold, her eyes burning with anger as she looked at these people.

Directly surrounding him and being ready to attack in my presence, they truly don't regard me, the Crown Prince!

"Stop it!"

Xue Qinghe's cold gaze fixated on the middle-aged Spirit King on the platform as he shouted.