I, a spoiled young master, conquered the Crown Princess right from the start!

As Sheng Zixuan watched the slow, powerless punch, the mockery in his eyes grew even stronger. He didn't even bother to push his protective aura to its limit, relying solely on the high-grade Xuanwu Imperial Armor he wore to withstand the attack.

The instant the fist made contact with the armor.

Time seemed to stand still for a strange moment.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely piercing cracking sound echoed through the empty palace.

The Xuanwu Imperial Armor, which the Holy Son Xuan was so proud of, had ancient defensive spiritual patterns on its surface that had flowed for tens of thousands of years, cracking inch by inch like ice being hit by a heavy hammer.

The purple-gold lightning power and the scarlet killing law rushed straight in through the crack.

Completely destroying everything in its path.

The precious armor instantly turned into dust.

The fist force, which combined the power of several ancient giants, struck the chest of the Holy Son Xuan without hesitation.

Before the mockery on Sheng Zixuan's face had faded, his features were contorted and deformed by extreme pain. He clearly heard the sound of his sternum shattering, followed by a violent surge of power that brutally rushed into his body.

Meridians, broken.

Acupoints and cavities collapsed.

Dantian, shattered.

With his cultivation at the seventh level of the Emperor Realm, he was like a paper lantern in the face of this power, easily punctured.

Saint Zixuan was like a cannonball, flying backward and crashing hard into the hard wall of the palace, creating a human-shaped dent, before sliding to the ground like a lump of mud.

The audience was silent.

You could hear a pin drop.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the Holy Son of the Holy Heaven Sect, who lay limp on the ground.

The once arrogant and invincible genius was now covered in blood, his aura extremely weak. What was most chilling was that the spiritual energy within his body was draining away at an alarming rate.

obsolete.

A renowned holy son of the Heavenly Realm had all his cultivation destroyed by a young man at the Emperor Realm with a single punch!

"How dare you, you brat!"

Several heart-wrenching roars echoed from inside the Holy Heaven Sect's private room.

Three imposing old men emerged from the sky, shielding the limp Holy Son Xuan behind them.

The leading elder's eyes were bloodshot, and the terrifying pressure of the Venerable Lord realm pressed down on Chu Feng like Mount Tai, as if he wanted to devour him alive.

"How dare you cripple my sect's holy son! Today, I will make you pay with your life!"

The elder's withered hand reached out, and the surrounding space collapsed inch by inch.

Chu Feng stood still, not even lifting his eyelids.

Just as that fatal blow was about to land.

"presumptuous."

On the high platform, Liu Ruyan gently waved her jade-like hand.

A phantom abacus formed from pure laws lay before Chu Feng, effortlessly neutralizing the attack from the Grand Elder of the Holy Heaven Sect.

The powerful recoil forced the elder to retreat several steps, his blood churning.

"Master Liu! What do you mean by this? This boy committed a crime in public and crippled our sect's holy son. Does your Wanbao Chamber of Commerce intend to protect this culprit?" The Grand Elder, his hair standing on end in anger, questioned him sternly.

Liu Ruyan tidied her hair and casually fiddled with her nails: "Elder, you are mistaken. The sparring just now was agreed upon by your Holy Son himself. If you are not as skilled, who can you blame?"

"But……"

"No buts." Liu Ruyan's tone turned cold, and she exuded the domineering aura of the Wanbao Chamber of Commerce. "According to the rules of my Wanbao Chamber of Commerce, no one is allowed to use force here."

"The bet we just made was an exception. Now that the bet is over, anyone who dares to lay a hand on my distinguished guest will be declaring war on the entire Wanbao Chamber of Commerce."

The three elders of the Holy Heaven Sect looked ashen-faced.

They knew that, let alone the Holy Heaven Sect, even the Thirty-Two Holy Lands would not dare to easily break ties with the Wanbao Chamber of Commerce, which possessed immense wealth and unfathomable resources.

Liu Ruyan surveyed the entire room and announced loudly, "Young Master Chu Feng is the highest-ranking guest of our Wanbao Chamber of Commerce. All his bids today are personally guaranteed by me, Liu Ruyan. The matter of verifying funds is pure nonsense."

Upon hearing this, someone in the crowd couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The laughter spread like a contagious disease, quickly reaching the crowd.

The crowd looked at the Holy Son Xuan, who lay sprawled on the ground like a pile of mud, their eyes filled with pity and mockery.

After all that, it turns out Chu Feng didn't need any verification of funds at all; Liu Ruyan directly provided the guarantee.

Wouldn't that mean Saint Xuan took that punch for nothing? He even lost his cultivation, and in the end, he didn't even get to see what the other person's storage ring looked like.

This is a case of "sending someone a thousand miles to their death," a small gift but a heavy sentiment.

Saint Xuan, who was in a semi-conscious state, happened to hear Liu Ruyan's words and felt the mocking gazes from all around. Overwhelmed with anger and rage, he spat out a mouthful of black blood and completely lost consciousness.

"Take the Holy Son and let's go!" The Grand Elder of the Holy Heaven Sect gritted his yellow teeth, picked up the Holy Son Xuan, and left the auction house in a sorry state, filled with endless humiliation and resentment.

This interlude has come to an end.

Chu Feng clapped his hands and turned around to walk back to the No. 1 VIP room as if nothing had happened.

Liu Ruyan watched his retreating figure, her eyes sparkling with admiration. Then she raised the auction gavel and brought it down heavily.

"One hundred million top-grade spirit stones, sold in three bids! Congratulations to the distinguished guest in VIP room number one for winning the Primordial Dao Bone!"

Meanwhile, inside the No. 1 VIP box.

Shi Xuanfei watched Chu Feng walk in and smiled knowingly: "Master is really ruthless. You actually crippled that Holy Son of the Holy Heaven Sect. But as far as I know, the Holy Heaven Sect Master dotes on this son. If you do this, I'm afraid the Holy Heaven Sect will fight to the death!"

"A fight to the death?"

Chu Feng snorted coldly: "Then let's wipe them out!"

Upon hearing Chu Feng's words, both Shi Xuanfei and Lin Wanyin felt a chill run down their spines, sensing an extremely strong killing intent.

Soon, the servants of Wanbao Chamber of Commerce respectfully brought the ancient stone box containing the Primordial Dao Bone into the private room.

Chu Feng dismissed the servants and closed the door.

The moment the stone box was opened, a vast, ancient aura, imbued with the grand and profound meaning of the beginning of heaven and earth, spread out. The spirit-gathering array inside the private room even creaked under the strain of this Daoist energy.

The bone was pure white, its surface covered with naturally formed, obscure patterns, and each glimmer was accompanied by the chanting of the Great Dao.

"Good stuff." Chu Feng's eyes lit up.

"Indeed, it's not bad. If you fully comprehend the primordial essence remaining in these bones, it will be enough to save you from taking ten thousand years of detours in your understanding of the laws." In his sea of ​​consciousness, Medicine Emperor Yun Qingzi clicked his tongue in amazement.

Lei Zhu chimed in, "This level of Dao bone is rare even in the Primordial Era. It seems you've really struck gold this time."

And at this moment,

Sudden.

Deep within the coffin, in that area perpetually shrouded in chaotic mist, a violent fluctuation emanated.

The force of this fluctuation was so strong that even the remnant souls of Blood Buddha and Sword Demon trembled.

"Hmm? This sour, rotten smell... How long have I been asleep? Why do I smell that old bastard Tai Chu as soon as I wake up?"

An extremely old voice, exuding a cynical air yet containing boundless majesty, echoed slowly within the Burial Coffin.