My Ares Son-in-Law

Qin Lingling's voice echoed in the silent auction hall: "I bid eight hundred million."

"Adding up by hundreds of millions!?"

Everyone in the room gasped in shock at the astonishing bid, the sound echoing throughout the auction hall like a raging storm.

Many people even sat up straight subconsciously, their previous lazy posture vanishing instantly, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.

Although this ancient sword is rare and a rare artifact with certain historical and cultural value, the figure of 800 million far exceeds its intrinsic value.

This is no longer a normal auction; it's clearly throwing money at someone, openly declaring war on the other party, and announcing to everyone that they are determined to win.

Lu Haoxuan's face darkened completely. His already gloomy expression became even more sinister, as if a storm was about to break.

He suddenly stood up, his movements rough and powerful. The moment he stood up, his strong body brought an invisible sense of oppression, making everyone around him feel as if they were being pressed down by a mountain, making it difficult to breathe.

His voice, imbued with inner strength, resounded coldly throughout the entire area like a surging wave: "You bitch, I don't know who's behind you, and I have no interest in knowing."

His voice, imbued with inner strength, resounded throughout the entire venue with the chilling force of a surging wave: "If you raise the price again, you will be making an enemy of the Lu family of Gucheng—I guarantee you will regret everything you have done today."

This threat, like a sharp blade, pierced straight at Qin Lingling.

That undisguised, naked threat demonstrated Lu Haoxuan's strength and domineering nature as the overlord of the ancient city.

He thought that such a threat would make Qin Lingling back down and make this arrogant woman obediently submit.

In his mind, no one in this ancient city dared to openly challenge the authority of the Lu family.

The auction hall was so quiet it was as if time had stood still; you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone seemed to be frozen in place, holding their breath and not daring to make a sound.

The oppressive atmosphere was like the calm before a storm, giving one a suffocating feeling of impending doom, making every second feel incredibly long, as if time itself had slowed down.

Lu Haoxuan's sharp gaze swept back and forth over Qin Lingling. He had clearly realized that this matter was far more complicated than it appeared on the surface.

There must be someone behind Qin Lingling. It's not that the Qin family genuinely wants this thing, but rather that the person behind her has ulterior motives.

This realization fueled his anger, making his eyes even more ferocious.

After saying that, he slowly raised the bidding paddle again, as if he had used all his strength, and almost gritted his teeth as he squeezed out the price: "Eight hundred and ten million."

The price shocked everyone present.

This was his final bottom line, and also the psychological ceiling that the Lu family had carefully set for this auction item.

The Lu family must have discussed and weighed the options repeatedly to arrive at this figure. They thought the price would deter everyone, but they didn't expect to encounter a formidable opponent like Qin Lingling.

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Qin Lingling's voice, like a deadly curse from the deepest hell, rang out again with precision and ruthlessness, without the slightest hesitation or retreat.

"I'll offer 900 million."

The sound was crisp and clear, echoing in the silent auction hall, striking everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

The entire auction hall fell into utter silence, as if the whole world had stopped turning. Even the air seemed frozen, becoming heavy and oppressive, making it almost impossible to breathe.

Everyone could clearly feel the almost tangible killing intent emanating from Lu Haoxuan. That killing intent was like solid ice, making people shudder.

His eyes were filled with anger and resentment, like an enraged lion ready to launch a fatal attack at any moment.

"boom--!"

A loud explosion suddenly erupted, like a bolt from the blue, echoing throughout the auction hall.

The sturdy rosewood table in front of Lu Haoxuan shattered with a loud crack, sending wood chips flying everywhere as if crushed by an invisible force.

The once sturdy table was now a pile of wreckage, as if telling the story of Lu Haoxuan's anger and power.

The internal force was released outwards, causing the wood to crumble into powder!
This was a display of the Lu family's unique and powerful internal strength, an outpouring of Lu Haoxuan's anger, and a blatant warning, demonstrating absolute power and making everyone understand that the Lu family was not to be trifled with.

He Haiyue took a deep breath on the stage, trying to calm herself down.

She glanced at Xiao Chen, who remained calm and composed in the shadows below the stage, as if everything was irrelevant to her, and shook her head helplessly.

She knew that the feud had been brewing ever since Qin Lingling started raising the price time and time again, and the Lu family would not easily let go of this person who openly challenged their authority.

But as the auctioneer, she had to remain impartial and calm, and proceed with the auction according to procedure.

She raised the auction gavel and said in a clear and firm voice:

"Nine hundred million, for the first time."

The audience was completely silent, with no one responding except for the heavy breathing that rose and fell like muffled thunder in the quiet auction hall.

Everyone was still reeling from the tense bidding scene and hadn't yet recovered from the shock.

"Nine hundred million, the second time."

He Haiyue's clear voice rang out again, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, breaking the brief silence, but failing to stir up much of a ripple in the audience.

Lu Haoxuan's gaze was like two burning blades, fixed on the direction of the broadcast, as if he wanted to pierce through the voice hidden behind it.

His chest heaved violently, each breath filled with intense anger, veins bulging on his forehead, his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force.

He never imagined that he, the young master of the prestigious Lu family, would be so openly provoked in this ancient city and lose the auction.

"Nine hundred million, third time—sold!"

As He Haiyue's clear and firm voice fell, the auction gavel struck the platform heavily, producing a crisp echo that lingered in the silent hall, as if delivering the final verdict on this fierce auction.

Xiao Chen, sitting in the audience, slowly loosened his clenched fists at his sides, and his tense body gradually relaxed.

A fleeting, almost imperceptible gleam of joy crossed his eyes, a joy as brief as a shooting star across the night sky, yet undeniably present.

The Dragon Pattern Ancient Sword, a treasure renowned throughout the ancient martial arts world, possesses an astonishing amount of spiritual energy.

Xiao Chen could clearly feel the immense spiritual energy surging within the ancient sword like a turbulent tide. (End of Chapter)