Auction House Under Siege
"Wait… when did the sky darken to this extent?"
Wei Shiyan's voice trembled slightly in happiness not fear. He was the first among the hundreds in the grand auction house to notice the sudden shift. While others were still dazzled by the rare treasures paraded before their eyes, basking in the heated bidding wars, his keen senses—through his soul that—picked up the anomaly.
Though he truly anticipated that robbery will happen.
The atmosphere grew heavy. Shadows deepened unnaturally, swallowing the glittering lights of the chandeliers and choking the once-vibrant room. Then—
BOOOOM!
The ground quivered as if struck by an earthquake. A halo of golden radiance erupted across the heavens, dazzling yet oppressive, weaving itself into chains of shimmering light. Its brilliance was awe-inspiring, but the aura it carried was suffocating, filled with a destructive intent that warped the very void. Every ripple carried annihilation, making even the most intricate defensive techniques seem laughably fragile.
Within moments, the entire auction house was sealed under its dome.
"Void-less Sky Crown Formation!!!" a cultivator in Curtain Two cried out in shock. His trembling voice carried panic, for he had just purchased a prized treasure moments earlier.
Another voice quickly followed, equally unsteady:
"This formation… it's said to be an extremely domineering one. Rumors claim it can even seal immortals! Once fully refined, its tracelessness renders it invisible even to the all-seeing seers. They say it isn't just a crafted treasure—it's a natural wonder of heaven and earth itself!"
A murmur of disbelief rippled through the hall. Gasps, whispers, and a heavy sense of dread filled the air.
Then came the laugh.
"Hehehe… how knowledgeable."
The voice was indifferent yet laced with mockery. A man clad entirely in white robes appeared high above, standing on air as though it were solid ground. His hands were clasped behind his back, his posture radiating arrogance. Behind him floated eleven cultivators, each exuding a powerful, murderous presence.
One of them sneered, his voice dripping with amusement.
"Not bad… this will be the third auction house we've looted. But I can't deny, this one is far grander. Heheheh…"
Laughter broke out among the others, loud and unrestrained.
"Hahahahaha!"
The leader, however, maintained his façade of false righteousness. With a magnanimous air, he spoke, his tone deceptively polite.
"Please forgive my companions' poor choice of words. We are not here to plunder—merely to borrow the treasures and resources temporarily. We only ask that everyone hand over their spatial rings. I solemnly promise to return them afterward… empty, of course."
He paused deliberately, feigning concern.
"I do hope our request is not considered… presumptuous or audacious."
The room went still. Then, a deep, commanding voice thundered from within the depths of the auction house:
"To borrow and take a look, you say? Not bad. But tell me… will you give your life in return?"
The atmosphere shifted again. Twenty-two figures strode out in perfect rows, their collective presence shaking the very ground. Their oppressive aura rolled out like crashing waves, making the onlookers stagger back in awe.
"Universal Realm Experts!!!" someone exclaimed in disbelief.
Relief flickered across many faces. Perhaps the situation wasn't as dire as it seemed—perhaps the organizers had the strength to repel this threat.
But their hope was short-lived.
"Hehehehehehe…" the intruders chuckled, cold and wicked.
The ten behind the white-clad leader unleashed their power.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The air quaked violently. Their auras collided like raging storms, cracking the stone floors and rattling the very foundation of the auction house. The might they exuded dwarfed the defenders'.
The leader, still standing calmly, smirked as though watching a theatrical performance staged for his amusement.
"Well then…" he said smoothly, "is there anyone unwilling to lend their treasures?"
His words were followed by a sudden eruption.
BOOOOOOM!
A suffocating aura burst from his body, far surpassing the others. The pressure was unbearable, scorching the air itself. The Universal Realm experts who had stood tall moments ago fell to their knees, blood spilling from their mouths and cracks forming across their bodies as if they were fragile porcelain about to shatter.
The leader's spiritual consciousness surged outward like a tidal wave, scanning every corner of the hall, penetrating every hidden nook. None could escape his gaze.
Then, with a mere flick of his hand, every treasure that had been auctioned and every spatial ring was pulled violently into the air, soaring toward him. The glittering collection gathered around his figure before vanishing into his possession with a casual wave.
The display was effortless, almost disdainful.
Without hesitation, the eleven figures dissolved into streaks of light, merging with the void and vanishing without a trace.
What they left behind was a scene of horror—blood, bones, and the ruined bodies of those who had organized the auction.
Wei Shiyan stood frozen amidst the chaos. His eyes were wide, his heart pounding. He had watched helplessly as his own spatial ring had been stolen right under his nose.
He genuinely surprise, disbelief and bitter amusement.
What really makes his heart trembled is that single one formation.
"even though I expected it but To lose it all in such a ridiculous way…" he muttered, shaking his head. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"ohh and formation I must also obtain it ".
Yet, slowly, a grin crept across his face, sly and cunning.
"Well then… perhaps it's time for me to play the hero," he whispered to himself.
His eyes gleamed with mischief.
"After all, I can't just sit back and watch the weak be oppressed. Besides…" His grin widened. "Who better to reclaim those treasures and return them to my own ring than me?"
Without another word, his figure blurred and vanished. Silent as a shadow, he slipped away from the d
evastated hall, unseen by any of the survivors.
The stage was set.
Wei Shiyan's hunt had begun.