Marcus Taylorâs voice immediately attracted countless peopleâs attention.
âIt seems that thereâs always been some conflict between the Taylor family and the Divine Alchemist Pavilion. It looks like theyâre going to compete secretly this time.â
âRight, itâs said to be over that Ethan Smith.â
âThe Divine Alchemist Pavilion invested a lot in Ethan Smith, but now that heâs dead, theyâve gained nothing and have only made more enemies.â
âSuch an investment really isnât worthwhile with such high risks.â
People chattered amongst themselves, seemingly eager to witness a great show.
The Pavilion Master silently raised his hand to bid, increasing the price: âTen billion.â
âFifteen billion!â Marcus Taylor raised his hand without even thinking about it.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âTwenty billion.â The Pavilion Master continued bidding.
Marcus Taylor snorted: âThirty billion!â
The price was immediately raised to an extremely high level.
This also excited the Capital City Martial Arts Association. They loved to see people competing against each other.
âPavilion Master, should we continue bidding?â Sofia Carrillo asked with furrowed brows.
The Pavilion Masterâs brow also furrowed slightly.
Although the Seven-Coloured Glaze was important, she knew in her heart that continuing to bid would do no good for her.
âForget it.â The Pavilion Master took a deep breath, shaking her head: âThe Taylor family has a close relationship with the Capital City Martial Arts Association. Continuing wouldnât be any good for us.â
Sofia Carrillo nodded slightly, whispering: âNone of the Taylor brothers are any good.â
After the Pavilion Master gave up, Marcus Taylor couldnât help but sneer: âIs this all the mighty Divine Alchemist Pavilionâs strength? Giving up at 30 billion?â
âThirty billion is nothing to the Taylor family,â Marcus Taylor said arrogantly.
The Pavilion Master remained silent, not willing to respond to Marcus Taylor.
Marcus Taylor stood up and walked towards the stage with a faint smile: âMartha Evans, if you apologize and submit to our Taylor family, we might consider forgiving you.â
But the Pavilion Master still didnât say anything and even closed her eyes slightly.
Marcus Taylor snorted coldly and immediately walked up to the stage.
The auctions held by the Capital City Martial Arts Association were different from others.
They had a unique rule.
That was that the items that were auctioned needed to be settled on the spot to avoid unnecessary disputes.
Marcus Taylor walked straight to the stage, took out a bank card, and swiped it with no expression on his face, as if the thirty billion didnât hurt him at all.
âCongratulations, Mr. Taylor!â The auctioneer carefully handed over the Seven-Coloured Glaze with a reverent expression.
Marcus Taylor took the Seven-Coloured Glaze with a proud expression on his face.
âMartha Evans, the Seven-Coloured Glaze is now mine,â Marcus Taylor shouted from a distance.
Applause broke out, and Marcus Taylorâs pride grew even stronger.
BOOM!
However, at this moment, there came a loud noise from the entrance!
This loud noise immediately frightened everyone!
Turning around, they saw the door being blasted open, and the two White Robes guarding the gate were being choked by a black-robed man.
The black-robed man swung his hand, directly throwing the two black-robed men out.
âYouâve all been hijacked,â Ethan Smith said coldly.
His voice rang throughout the auction hall.
After a brief silence, there was a burst of laughter like thunder!
âWhat did you say? Weâve been hijacked? Kid, do you know where you are?â
âHijacking us in the Capital City Martial Arts Associationâs territory? Are you out of your mind?â
âWhere did this lunatic come from?!â
They laughed non-stop, not believing that anyone would dare to rob the Capital City Martial Arts Associationâs auction!
Ethan Smith glanced at them coldly and said, âThis matter has nothing to do with you. I just want what belongs to the Capital City Martial Arts Association.â
âHahaha!â
The laughter on the scene grew even wilder.
âIs this a new show?â
âItâs probably something the Capital City Martial Arts Association specifically invited to liven up the atmosphere, right?â
âWant the things from the Capital City Martial Arts Association? Youâre quite ambitious!â
Facing their ridicule, a cold murderous intent erupted from Ethan Smith.
Suddenly, a crimson longsword appeared in his palm!
With a swing of the sword, a terrifying sword aura instantly split the stage in half!
The huge noise entered everyoneâs ears.
âLet me say it again, youâve all been hijacked,â Ethan Smith said coldly.
At this moment, they realized that this black-robed man wasnât joking at all!
âItâs him, the black-robed man!â Someone seemed to have thought of something!
âThe black robe, the crimson longsword⦠Itâs him, the black-robed man!â
âThe one who killed nine super cultivators from the Capital City Martial Arts Association?!â
The scene suddenly became chaotic, the crowd whispering and scattering in all directions!
Ethan Smith glanced at them, and then, with a wave of his hand, a golden barrier directly blocked the entrance!
âBefore I finish my business, no one is allowed to leave,â Ethan Smith said coldly.
âBlack-robed man⦠Weâve been looking for you, and I didnât expect you to come to us!â The people in White Robes quickly exploded, rushing towards Ethan Smith all at once!
Ethan Smithâs expression was cold, and with a swing of his longsword, several White Robesâ bodies were cut in half! The pungent smell of blood filled the area!
âAhh!!!â Somebody screamed in fear on the scene, and some even hid under the tables!
Ethan Smith ignored the crowd and walked straight to the stage.
Marcus Taylor was still standing on the half-split podium at this moment.
He held the Seven-Coloured Glaze with both hands, looking extremely embarrassed.
Ethan quickly walked onto the stage, glanced at Marcus Taylor, and said: âGive it to me.â
Marcus Taylor furrowed his eyebrows, trying to remain calm: âBlack-robed man, Iâm Marcus Taylor of the Taylor family. Iâve already bought this, and Iâve already paid for it.â
âYouâre just unlucky,â Ethan Smith said coldly.
With a reluctant expression, Marcus Taylor said: âBlack-robed man, if youâre willing to let this go, my Taylor family owes you a favor.â
Hearing this, Ethan Smith couldnât help but sneer.
Marcus Taylor thought he had persuaded Ethan Smith, and he continued: âIf one day youâre caught by the Capital City Martial Arts Association, I can guarantee that I will spare your life and even let you join our Taylor family!â
âJoin your mother!â Ethan Smith immediately slapped Marcus Taylor and sent him flying!
The Seven-Coloured Glaze also fell into Ethan Smithâs hands.
That slap left Marcus Taylorâs face covered in blood. Although Ethan Smith had restrained his power, Marcus Taylor was only an ordinary person and couldnât withstand such a force.
The scene was immediately silent.
If even Marcus Taylor had no face, what about them?
Ethan Smith put the Seven-Coloured Glaze away, then said coldly, âPut all the things youâve auctioned back.â
Then, Ethan Smith looked at the auctioneer and said coldly, âHand over all the auction items to me.â
The auctioneerâs lips shivered, and he nodded continuously.
âBlack-robed man, you really have some guts,â a voice said, as an extremely domineering aura radiated.
Turning their heads, they saw Jordan Richards walking out.
By his side, there were also two men in black and gold robes.