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.

with the ruthless savages

made an enemy of them—even unknowingly— would be poisoned with a variety of oddities in each instance,

variety to the condition of the corpse left behind, each more creepy than the last: Some would melt

that one sect no one would try to

turned toward Tavis and snorted. "Hah!

just then that it almost appeared as if she did not

as he glared at the woman from afar. "Hey,

woman simply sneered as she glanced at him. "You should know your place—you're the one asking

"What?! Sif Lionheart?!"

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