Ao San's eyes were blazing.

Whether Wang Xu intended it or not, Ao San was determined to obtain this advanced primordial power weapon.

But Wang Xu unexpectedly interjected, making Ao San pay an additional one hundred thousand taels.

In contrast, Yan Xi's gaze revealed a hint of surprise.

He was well aware that although all the people present were significant figures, families truly capable of matching Ao San were very few and far between.

A martial artist about to advance to second-class earth level was someone that nobody present dared to provoke.

Yet he did not expect that someone would really speak up and offend Ao San.

"One million three hundred thousand taels!"

Ao San's heart ached, twenty thousand taels would be enough for him to recruit a mortal-level ninth layer martial artist, but just because of this guy's words, all went down the drain.

"One million four hundred thousand taels."

The calm voice sounded again, leaving everyone dumbfounded.

This mortal-level seventh layer guy, is he crazy?

Not only is he opposing an earth-level martial artist, but also one who is about to advance to become a second-class earth-level figure, he's simply courting death!

Sitting beside Wang Xu, Old Qiu was constantly wiping sweat.

Earlier, Wang Xu had borrowed money from him; as long as he could bid for this advanced primordial power weapon, he'd owe Old Qiu a favor.

When Old Qiu heard this, he was so shocked he almost popped his eyeballs out.

He himself was only a mortal-level eighth-layer martial artist, unable to even beat a mortal-level ninth-layer, how could he have such a huge sum?

However, Wang Xu's subsequent terms made Old Qiu's heart beat wildly.

"Let the Qiu family become the biggest family in the Flame Fire Main City?"

Old Qiu clearly did not believe what Wang Xu said.

Could a mortal-level seventh-layer martial artist have such great capability?

Seeing Old Qiu's skeptical eyes, Wang Xu slightly released a trace of an earth-level martial artist's aura.

"You... you..."

Old Qiu was so shocked by this aura that he couldn't speak.

Though he was shocked, Old Qiu was more excited.

If the claim of making the Qiu family the largest in Flame Fire Main City came from anyone else, Old Qiu definitely wouldn't believe it, but hearing it from an earth-level martial artist made it seventy percent believable!

After hesitating for a moment, Old Qiu gritted his teeth and decided to go for it!

"One million five hundred thousand taels!"

Ao San's tone clearly carried anger.

This was a warning to Wang Xu not to compete with him, or the outcome would be very dire, very dire!

But Wang Xu didn't bother to pay attention to Ao San.

"One million six hundred thousand taels!"

Wang Xu's voice showed no fluctuation; one million six hundred thousand taels was enough to match the entire assets of a family in Flame Fire Main City.

This one million six hundred thousand taels were all assets of the Weapon Pavilion.

Old Qiu was the guardian of the Weapon Pavilion, responsible for safeguarding those immensely valuable primordial power weapons, naturally carrying considerable wealth.

For Wang Xu, Old Qiu truly went all out.

Once one million six hundred thousand taels were offered, Ao San was completely silenced.

His limit was one million five hundred thousand taels, and he couldn't come up with any more.

An advanced primordial power weapon at the lowest grade and with defects starts at eighty thousand taels.

Top-notch, excellent advanced primordial power weapons are valued at two million taels.

And this advanced primordial power weapon costing one million five hundred thousand taels already greatly exceeded its original value.

Raising the price again would only deepen his losses.

"Is no one else bidding?"

Yan Xi's face held a smile, a truly bright smile from the heart.

After a moment.

"Good! Since no one is bidding, then this 'Dragon Carved Saber' shall belong to this friend."

Yan Xi's gaze turned to Wang Xu, filled with friendliness.

Bang!

A loud explosion sounded as Ao San stood up with a dark expression, his seat completely shattered into a pile of wood chips.

"Hmph!"

Ao San's eyes flashed with murderous intent as he looked at Wang Xu, then he left with a flick of his sleeves.

The auction continued.

"Let's go."

Having obtained the Dragon Carved Saber, Wang Xu had achieved his goal and naturally did not wish to stay any longer.

"Young Wang, you'd better wait for the auction to end before leaving. Just now, you offended the tax collector of Flame Fire Main City. If you go out now, I'm afraid you might invite trouble."

Old Qiu advised.

Though Wang Xu was also an earth-level martial artist, Ao San was someone who had previously defeated an earth-level martial artist head-on, with immense strength, almost rivaling Yan Xi.

Such a person should be avoided if possible.

"It's fine."

Wang Xu refused to let Old Qiu persuade him further and directly stood up, leaving the auction venue.

Seeing this, people showed mocking expressions, shaking their heads.

"Daring to offend Ao San, it's simply suicidal."

As soon as Wang Xu left the auction, sure enough, Ao San was waiting for him not far away.

The two ninth-layer martial artist followers behind Ao San glared at Wang Xu menacingly, the fine steel sabers in their hands reflecting a cold light.

"I thought you'd wait until the auction ended to leave. Looks like I underestimated you."

Ao San snorted coldly, "Leave the Dragon Carved Saber, cut off an arm, and today I'll spare your life."

Step! Step!

Immediately, two mortal-level ninth-layer figures landed behind Wang Xu, blocking his retreat.

Qiu Lao's cold sweat seeped through. Any martial artist here could take his life. With such a lineup, resistance was futile.

But thinking that Wang Xu was an Earth Level martial artist, as long as he showed his strength, even if he couldn't win, he could at least leave calmly.

"Wang Xu, your life isn't worth much, but Qiu Lao is someone of standing in the Weapon Pavilion. Dragging him down with you isn't wise."

Ao San squinted his eyes, the implication in his words was clear.

If Wang Xu didn't hand over the Dragon Carved Saber today, he would die, and Qiu Lao would also die!

Qiu Lao was startled, secretly despising Ao San as well.

"Noisy."

Wang Xu snorted coldly, the Dragon Carved Saber materialized in his hand.

"Refusing to toast, you'd rather drink a forfeit. Get him!"

Ao San's face darkened, with a wave of his hand, four Mortal Level Ninth Layer martial artists charged fiercely.

The four Ninth Layer martial artists were overwhelming, making Qiu Lao almost unable to catch his breath.

Wang Xu stepped forward, blocking in front of Qiu Lao, shielding him from all the pressure while wielding the Dragon Carved Saber.

Splatter—

Suddenly, a saber light like river water gushed out, and in an instant, blood spurted like fountains.

Four heads flew up, their eyes filled with disbelief and terror.

Earth... Earth Level martial artist!

It wasn't until the last second before their deaths that they recognized from Wang Xu's imposing aura that they had attacked an Earth Level martial artist.

"Earth Level martial artist! So you were hiding your strength!"

Ao San's eyes flashed. He didn't believe that Wang Xu would confront him just by relying on a Mortal Level Seventh Layer.

Moreover, Qiu Lao obviously knew of his strength, yet still stood by Wang Xu's side. Naturally, Wang Xu's strength wouldn't be weak at all.

"What if he's an Earth Level martial artist, a mere Third Class Earth Level martial artist is no match for me, Ao San!"

Wind-Receiving Palm!

A faint blue light appeared on Ao San's palm as he executed an advanced martial technique.

Wang Xu's saber shadows interwove, river-like saber light overlapping in waves, surging endlessly.

Both of their body technique speeds reached the limit as they clashed into battle.

"His strength isn't greater than mine. Why can't I gain the upper hand?"

Ao San pondered.

In terms of power, Ao San firmly stood above Wang Xu.

In terms of body technique, both were on par, indistinguishable.

Yet Ao San felt Wang Xu was like a steel wall, without a single flaw to exploit.

"This person's strength is on par with mine. No, I must quickly resolve this!"

Ao San's heart tightened. At the moment, they were fighting in the City Lord's Mansion. With time, it would surely attract Yan Xi.

It must be resolved quickly and decisively!

"I can't hold back any longer, I must kill him with all my might!"

Ao San's aura suddenly surged, his power increasing by at least fifty percent from before.

Slap!

A palm bypassed Wang Xu's river-like saber light and struck his arm.

Wang Xu felt a sharp pain in his arm, and the Dragon Carved Saber almost slipped from his grasp.

His strength was not as strong as Ao San's, relying entirely on his past combat experience, allowing him to sense and anticipate Ao San's attack intentions, resulting in an evenly matched fight.

Ao San's aura surged drastically, his force strengthening with a roar, catching Wang Xu off guard.

A red, fiery-hot palm print covered Wang Xu's arm, bringing searing pain.

Not only that, a whirlwind-like Primordial Power seeped into Wang Xu's arm, aiming to destroy his meridians.

Turning Primordial Power into a weapon, this is the strength of advanced martial techniques.

The Fire of Silence within Wang Xu trembled slightly. Instantly, all the aggressive Primordial Power was devoured.

Subsequently, a pure Primordial Power spread within Wang Xu's body.

The Fire of Silence transformed the aggressive Primordial Power of others into his own Primordial Power!

Thinking of this, Wang Xu no longer had any hesitation and launched another attack.

The two battled dozens of rounds, controlling their power with extreme precision.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, Ao San leapt into the air.

His face turned slightly pale, his eyes showing confusion.

"What's going on? I clearly hit him. Why is he unscathed, instead growing stronger in battle?"

Ao San was baffled.

His Wind-Receiving Palm's power wasn't all on the surface.

Attaching Primordial Power with whirlwind-like attack power and driving it into the opponent's body, lightly could significantly diminish the opponent's combat capability, heavily could destroy meridians directly.

This move ensured Ao San had never been defeated when facing enemies of the same level.

Yet unexpectedly, the whirlwind Primordial Power injected into Wang Xu had no effect. Instead, Wang Xu grew stronger in battle.

"No, I must quickly resolve this, otherwise just the exhaustion of Primordial Power would lead me into trouble!"

Using advanced martial techniques required a large amount of Primordial Power. Even though Ao San was above the general Third Class Earth Level martial artist, such immense consumption would wear him out.

Poof!

Ao San took out a small porcelain bottle, pulled out the stopper, and extracted a fragrant blue elixir.

Ao San swallowed the blue elixir in one gulp, and his aura immediately changed.

"Die for me!"

Ao San growled lowly, his strength suddenly increasing by thirty percent.

Although thirty percent seemed small, it was enough to take a life in a crucial battle.

Boom!

Ao San's speed suddenly soared, and the Wind-Receiving Palm directly hit Wang Xu.

Wang Xu grunted, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, but his expression didn't change, his eyes filled with rampant killing intent. (To be continued. If you like this work, please vote for recommendations and monthly tickets on Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.com.)

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