Duan Lingtian's eyes narrowed, and then he spoke about the power of the Burning Flame Inscription...

"Can you kill any existence below the Void Realm?"

Li Fei and Ke'er trembled and were frightened. What a terrifying attack inscription this was!

A look of horror also appeared on Xiong Quan's face.

Even though he was from a sect of the Qinglin Empire, he had only heard of, but never seen, powerful attack inscriptions that could kill any warrior below the Peeping Void Realm...

As far as he knew, this kind of inscription could only be inscribed by those heaven-defying 'inscription masters'.

He suddenly felt that even now, his understanding of the young master was still only a speck in the ocean and not worth mentioning.

"I can get silver grass this time, so the harvest is pretty good."

Duan Lingtian smiled with satisfaction, and his eyes fell on the auction table in the hall. What was being auctioned on the auction table was not an object, but a person, a strong man tied up with iron chains.

There was a strange mark on the strong man's face.

"slave?"

Duan Lingtian raised his eyebrows and recognized this brand.

This kind of mark also appears on Xiong Quan's face.

However, the mark on Xiong Quan's face is now covered by a mask, making it impossible for others to notice.

The strong man stood on the auction stage, his cold eyes sweeping across the auction house hall, causing many people's expressions to change.

"Third level of Nascent Soul Realm?"

With his strong mental power and the experience of the reincarnated Martial Emperor, Duan Lingtian vaguely recognized the strong man's cultivation.

At this time, the old man at the auction also spoke, "Everyone, the person next to me is a 'slave' with the third level of Nascent Soul Realm... Everyone knows about slaves, so I won't introduce him in detail.

The starting price is one million taels of silver!"

"One million taels?"

Duan Lingtian looked at the scene in front of him indifferently, as if it had nothing to do with him.

Even though he was integrated with the memory of the Samsara Martial Emperor, Duan Lingtian was not the Samsara Martial Emperor after all. He had his own ideas. Now, watching the slave in front of him being bid for, his heart gradually cooled down.

In this world where the strong are respected, human life is as cheap as grass and can be measured with money.

Only by becoming a truly strong person can you protect yourself and everyone around you.

He knows that if he wants to become a truly strong man, he still has a long way to go...

"Five million taels!"

"Six million taels!"

…

The prices of third-level slaves in the Nascent Soul Realm are rising steadily.

Finally, he was bought for a high price of "eight million taels of silver".

Then came the auction of several slaves.

The slaves behind are getting stronger and stronger.

The strongest one turned out to be a being at the sixth level of the Nascent Soul Realm, and was finally bought for a high price of "eighty million taels of silver".

Duan Lingtian couldn't help but click his tongue.

"These people, after spending so much money to buy these slaves, aren't they afraid that these slaves will rebel?"

Li Fei was a little hard to understand. In her opinion, the risk of spending millions or even tens of millions of taels to buy an underfed slave was too risky.

Duan Lingtian shook his head and smiled, "Xiao Fei'er, those who dare to take pictures of these slaves usually have strong people around them, so they are not afraid that these slaves will defect... Since these people have become slaves, it means that they are afraid of death.

In order to survive, they dare not act recklessly."

Li Fei nodded, thoughtfully.

The next auction items are no longer slaves.

A young woman walked onto the auction stage carrying a plate covered by a red cloth.

Phew! Phew!

Almost at this moment, two small pythons under Duan Lingtian's long sleeves flew out and landed in front of the window.

"Hiss~~"
Chapter completed!