Chapter 343: Reshaping the Weapon's Form
"Seventeen billion!"
"Nineteen billion!"
"..."
The atmosphere in the auction hall grew more intense by the second. The price soared like a rocket, and in just a few minutes, it surpassed thirty billion gold soul coins.
Many representatives of small and medium-sized factions had long since given up bidding and could only watch in awe as the great powers clashed.
This level of competition was far beyond their reach.
The Golden Dragon King glanced at the scene unfolding and shook his head slightly.
"Humans never change. Always so eager to fight over power. The Seven Killing Sword may be formidable, but it requires the right wielder. In the hands of the wrong person, it will bring only disaster."
Di Tian's tone was low. "When the bidding is about to end, that's when I'll make my move."
Ling Yun stood on stage, smiling serenely as the hall's tension continued to rise.
She knew perfectly well that the Seven Killing Sword's bidding war had only just reached its climax.
Who would seize this legendary martial soul was anyone's guess.
…
Time slipped by quickly.
"Forty-eight billion gold soul coins!"
When Shrek Academy called out their latest bid, the competing factions—the Holy Spirit Cult and the Sun Moon Empire—finally lowered their paddles, conceding defeat.
The price had simply gone too high.
The Holy Spirit Cult had already exhausted much of its wealth in previous rounds; spending another forty-eight billion on one martial soul wasn't logical, especially with more treasures yet to come.
The Sun Moon Empire reached the same conclusion. Though the Seven Killing Sword was powerful enough to train a future peak-level Sword Douluo, the risk-to-reward ratio was too uncertain.
Better to reserve their remaining funds for items with guaranteed benefits.
…
At that moment, Di Tian, watching the hall fall silent, decided it was finally time to act.
He lifted his paddle high. "Fifty billion gold soul coins!"
Instantly, all eyes turned toward him.
The hall erupted in murmurs of confusion.
The spirit beasts were bidding?
In everyone's mind, martial souls could only be absorbed by humans—what use could a beast have for one?
Even Mu En and Xuan Zi were bewildered by Di Tian's bid.
"Could the spirit beasts be buying it just to prevent humanity from nurturing another sword powerhouse?" one of them whispered under his breath.
Indeed, a martial soul like the Seven Killing Sword could produce a warrior strong enough to threaten their entire race—perhaps Di Tian simply meant to erase that possibility.
For Shrek Academy's members, the realization that the spirit beasts were intervening again filled them with frustration.
The idea of these beasts hoarding something they couldn't even use was infuriating—but none dared voice their anger aloud.
No one in the audience realized the truth: the spirit beasts could absorb human martial souls. Only the beasts themselves—and the Starry Sky Auction Pavilion—knew of this secret.
That knowledge had been forged in deals long kept hidden, with not a single human witness. It was the spirit beasts' hidden trump card.
The entire hall fell into uneasy silence.
After a brief deliberation, the people of Shrek finally sighed in resignation. They could not wrest this item away from the beasts.
Better to retreat and conserve their strength.
Seeing their withdrawal, Ling Yun raised her voice.
"Fifty billion gold soul coins once!"
"Fifty billion gold soul coins twice!"
"Fifty billion gold soul coins three times! Sold!"
Her gavel fell with a clear crack, sealing the transaction.
The Seven Killing Sword martial soul now belonged to the spirit beasts.
Di Tian carefully stowed the soul away, satisfaction flickering across his golden eyes.
He was already considering which beast would be most suited to absorb it. Those few who had used the Transformation Pill could now take human form without losing any of their might—it would take careful planning to ensure the Seven Killing Sword's full potential was realized.
Ling Yun tapped the edge of her table lightly before speaking again. Her smile carried a spark of intrigue.
"Honored guests, the auction for the Seven Killing Sword has concluded. Up next is the penultimate item—one with immense value. Its importance may rival the final piece. And from a certain perspective, this item completely reshapes the very concept of weaponry on Douluo Continent."
Her words rippled through the audience like wind through calm water, stirring both curiosity and excitement.
"Reshape weaponry?" many muttered aloud.
Did this mean a new kind of weapon—something never seen before?
Or perhaps something beyond the realm of mortal craftsmanship altogether?
Speculation erupted across the hall. No one could guess what the Pavilion had prepared this time.
Still, the moment Ling Yun mentioned that only two items remained, the energy in the room spiked once more.
Everyone knew—the further the auction progressed, the more priceless the treasures became.
Ling Yun didn't keep them waiting. With an elegant motion, she waved her hand.
Two streaks of light—one gold, one black—shot into the air.
Boom!
When the light faded, a shockwave of sword intent exploded across the auction hall, filling every corner with suffocating sharpness.
"Such powerful sword aura! This pressure is many times stronger than what we felt from the Seven Killing Sword!"
"Could it be a divine sword? But swords aren't rare on Douluo Continent—what do they mean by 'reshaping the form of weapons'?"
"Maybe this isn't a sword meant for destruction—perhaps it holds some other extraordinary power?"
Whispers spread like wildfire. The sword aura alone was enough to make every soul tremble, but its true nature remained a mystery.
Far above, in his private suite, Jiang Li stood by the window, observing the scene with quiet satisfaction.
He could see every flicker of confusion, awe, and greed reflected on the faces below.
This particular item was one he had chosen personally—its power, once revealed, would rival that of a true divine artifact.
He had no doubt that when its secret was finally unveiled, every faction on Douluo Continent would lose control in the frenzy that followed.
(END CHAPTER)
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