And today, Frank was seeing it in action with his own eyes.

"300 million."

A youth dressed casually raised his paddle just then.

For some reason, the entire auction hall soon turned silent at his call.

Scratching his head nonchalantly, Tavis Holt grinned. "That Hyperion Root belongs to Hundred Bane Sect. Anyone who bids against me shall be labeled an enemy of my sect... and I'm sure everyone knows what happens after?"

As Tavis looked around at those around him, everyone who met his gaze were grimacing but backed out of the bid nonetheless.

one would ever mess with the ruthless savages of Hundred Bane

would be poisoned with a variety of

each more creepy than the last: Some would melt instantly into a puddle of pus, while

one would try

Frank turned toward Tavis and snorted. "Hah! Hundred Bane Sect has

almost appeared as if she did not worry about

the woman from afar. "Hey, girl—you're asking for it by

know your place—you're the one asking

"What?! Sif Lionheart?!"

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