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.

mess with the ruthless

of them—even unknowingly— would be poisoned with a variety of

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

was why Hundred Bane Sect was that one sect no one would try to cross—what was more

and snorted. "Hah! Hundred Bane Sect has the balls to

appeared so haughty just then that it almost appeared as

from afar. "Hey, girl—you're asking for it by messing with Hundred

glanced at him. "You should know your place—you're the one

"What?! Sif Lionheart?!"

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