Everyone froze in their bidding wars. These Martial Artists understood all too well that their lives would not remain pleasant if they ended up in the bad books of the ones seated in the VIP room. Any bid from above would instantly silence the crowd, just like it had now.
Even if the item was something everyone desired, no one would dare compete, especially not for a mere slave at the price of a single gold coin.
"Hahaha! Then I'll take the slave if no one else dares," a man laughed mockingly, his tone dripping with ridicule as he seized the silence to claim the bid.
But just then, a fiery voice rang out across from another VIP room.
"Ten gold coins."
"Eh?" The man froze for a moment before hurriedly shouting, "Twenty gold coins!"
"Fifty gold coins." There wasn't the slightest hesitation in the fiery man's voice.
"On—"
"Master," the servant quickly cut with panic. "If we go any higher, we'll have to sell off our Gold Sect property."
