"Regarding today's events, what can be said and what shouldn't be, I believe you're all well aware."
On the high stage of the Linlang Pavilion auction, Huo Zhenxiong clutched his blood-stained chest, his eyes viciously scanning the crowd below.
Among the thousands present at the auction, no one dared meet his gaze.
This was perhaps the most disgraceful moment for Huo Zhenxiong since he became the City Lord of Celestial Feather City.
But faced with a Tier Nine Divine Venerable whose strength left him utterly powerless to resist, Huo Zhenxiong couldn't vent his anger on him.
Thus, he could only unleash his oppressive frustration on the thousands present at the scene.
Perhaps sensing Huo Zhenxiong's tangible killing intent, everyone present was so silent and still as if they were in mortal danger, afraid of becoming an example by being singled out.
