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.

would ever mess with the ruthless savages

was no line they would not cross. Anyone who made an enemy of them—even unknowingly— would be poisoned with a variety of

than the last: Some would melt instantly into

sect no one

toward Tavis and snorted. "Hah! Hundred Bane Sect has the balls to mess with

appeared so haughty just then that it almost

glared at the woman from afar. "Hey, girl—you're asking for

your place—you're the one asking

"What?! Sif Lionheart?!"

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