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第一千九百三十一章 轻灵真人

However, in the saying "when river clams fight, fishermen benefit," Lin Xuan remained unharmed and showed no signs of being affected. On the surface, he acted as if he was suffering, just like other cultivators. He fell to the ground with a thud.

虚与委蛇!

After enduring so many trials, Lin Xuan's acting skills were undoubtedly top-notch.

Even if it were face-to-face, Old Master Mo would not have been able to spot any flaws in his performance. After all, he wouldn't even consider such a scenario. Since entering the auction, Lin Xuan had remained inconspicuous and unassuming. Who could have guessed that he was playing the part of a pig eating tiger, and even the Demon Intoxicated Ancient Poison failed to affect him.

As the saying goes: "when the mantis catches the cicada, the oriole is waiting." The sudden turn of events at the auction left it uncertain who would emerge victorious.

"Ahh!"

A shrill scream pierced the air. Public Old Devil's head had been severed. Even though the Cave Profound Period monster was formidable, he could no longer muster any power and was reduced to a mere puppet, at the mercy of others.

A flash of light revealed an infant spirit body about an inch high in front of him. Its spiritual aura was dimming severely, unable even to perform instantaneous teleportation due to lack of energy.

The potency of Demon Intoxicated lay in its ability to poison both the physical body and the spirit essence together.

To be honest, with ten or eight days, even without external aid, they could have expelled this poison from their bodies using their profound power. However, with a major enemy looming, there was no time for such luxuries.

With his flesh body mortally wounded, Public Shave Old Devil's face was filled with fear. Facing the crisis of death, he had no choice but to beg for mercy, shedding tears and kneeling before Mo Old Master.

"Brother Mo, please spare me. I made a grave mistake by being blinded by greed, and now I deeply regret it. Please forgive me in light of our past friendship."

"Spare you?" The dry old man chuckled, his mouth full of mockery: "Old Devil Public孙 is only seeking mercy after the fact. Isn't that rather amusing?"

"Brother Mo, if you spare me, I will be your loyal servant for life and do anything within my power to assist you in your cultivation." Public Shave Old Devil's eyes were filled with fear. At this point, he just wanted to survive; everything else was irrelevant.

"Will you serve as a slave?"

A strange look flashed across the dry old man's eyes.

"Yes, I will be loyal and devoted if Brother Mo spares me. With my help, your cultivation might advance further," Public Shave Old Devil's flattering voice echoed.

He wore a hopeful expression, confident that Mo Old Master would agree. After all, having a Cave Profound Period slave was something beyond the wildest dreams of even three demon emperors or six sea kings. There was no reason for him to refuse.

Unfortunately, his hopes were dashed.

Mo Old Master's face showed a cold smile as he raised his right hand and grabbed Public Shave Old Devil. A scream filled the air as Mo Old Master began to extract his soul.

"You are too slick with your words; I won't fall for that again. How could I dare to play tricks on you, a lowly scoundrel? If I were to be outwitted by you, I would have nowhere to cry. It's better to eliminate you now and save myself the trouble."

Mo Old Master's calm voice echoed in everyone’s ears. Compared to his peers, he wasn't skilled at playing mind games, but he had a plan for handling situations.

Before coming here, he had already decided not to be swayed by others' words. Clever people stick to their choices; falling for the same trick twice would be foolishness.

As the saying goes: "self-inflicted suffering cannot be avoided." He certainly wouldn't be so stupid.

After eliminating Public Shave Old Devil, Mo Old Master took his storage bag without hesitation.

With this matter settled, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. The smooth progress of events brought joy to the dry old man's face.

He then turned around and began to survey all the cultivators in the room.

Or rather, the hall was more fitting; there were over a hundred people present.

Among those participating in the auction, the lowest level was mid-spirit essence stage. Those above separation realm made up one-third of the crowd. To mention nothing of Lady Fragrant, she was at Cave Profound stage.

In total, they constituted a formidable force.

Many of them were powerful rulers, capable of shaking the foundations of their domains with a single step.

But now, fear was etched on everyone's faces.

They had all been poisoned by Demon Intoxicated Ancient Poison. Their divine abilities were useless. No matter what level of cultivator you were, at this moment, you were like toothless tigers, helpless and at the mercy of others.

Pleading for mercy echoed through the hall; no one wanted to be left behind. Moreover, it was akin to a city gate collapsing and drowning nearby fish. The enmity between these two old monsters had nothing to do with them; they were merely attending an auction when disaster struck. They didn’t know who to blame even if they ended up in the netherworld.

However, the dry old man did not wish to spare them. After all, he had already made his move. If he released these cultivators, who knew what would happen once their power returned and they harbored resentment?

Better to do nothing than to half-heartedly start something. Seeing the murderous intent on the other's face, Mo Old Master stepped forward.

Lady Fragrant’s composure was gone as she screamed in terror: "You... you can't kill me! I am the daughter of Holy City's Law Enforcement Elder Light Spirit True Man. If you harm me, my father will never let it go."

"Law Enforcement Elder of Holy City?"

Hearing this, the old man paused, clearly taken aback. While others might not know about Holy City, these Cave Profound cultivators had lived for thousands of years; how could they have missed hearing about the six Law Enforcement Elders? Each was a mid-Cave Profound cultivator, akin to the sea kings.

Seeing the old man hesitate, Lady Fragrant's heart leaped with hope. She quickly added: "We have no grudge or enmity between us. Why must you bring trouble upon yourself? If you spare me, I swear that I will forgive and forget..."

Before she could finish, her expression changed to one of terror as the old man flicked his sleeve, sending a purple-red immortal sword hurtling towards her head.

A scream filled the air, echoing Public Shave Old Devil's fate. Despite her formidable strength, Lady Fragrant couldn’t gather any energy in her body. There was nothing she could do but be slaughtered!

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