503 Dont Mess With Us! (2/2)
The junior lord inwardly gloated while Heide's frustration visibly soared!
”200 million!”
”201 million!”
”250 million!”
”251 million!”
”100 billion!”
”Haha, 100.1 billion...”
The third junior lord chortled as he uttered the bid. But when the words left his lips, and he registered their implications, his entire body quivered, and his eyes widened in incomparable terror! To say nothing of him, every single member of the Primal Sun Sect on the scene trembled without end! All eyes rose toward the Sea Dream Elder's booth, desperately hoping for another increase in bid.
Alas, no sound followed.
”Please increase the bid. Increase the bid. Increase the bid!!! Why isn't she increasing the bid?!”
Surya's third son asked himself with warm tears. The intensity of his stare reached such heights that his eyes went bloodshot while his nails dug into his palms and draw blood! At that time, Heide's voice echoed!
”Bwahahahahahaha! 100.1 billion God-Jades for 2500 True God slaves? Not even Goddesses? With that money, you might as well train 1 million True Gods! What a joke, if I knew you wished to plow God-butts that bad, I'd have conceded a long time ago!”
The Primal Sun Sect is indeed wealthy beyond compare. My Sea Dream Temple swears to put this donation to good use! Hahahaha!”
Heide guffawed, causing all to realize the scheme where it lay. The gathered deities' eyes turned toward Surya's third son, with the Primal Sun Sect's deities eyeing him with blank stares.
”100.1 billion...half the Primal Sun Sect's treasury...for 2500 True Gods...I will not live to see the morrow…”
The third junior lord stammered as his tall body violently spasmed. For the sake of this expedition, Surya only put 50 billion at their disposal. The rest, they'd have to bring back from the headquarters. And indeed, no Primal Sun Sect God on the scene doubted that when the news reached him, Surya would eviscerate that son of his.
”Guhhh...guhh...help...help...someone...save…”
*PUH!*
The prospect of a life worse than death drove the poor sod into mental collapse, and as he discovered the wonders of epilepsy, he spurted a large mouthful of blood! His spasming body then tumbled onto the ground.
Back in the booth, the self-satisfied Heide turned toward Cacillia, facing her with a radiant smile.
”So, junior sister, did you enjoy it?”
Heide inquired in a jovial tone. If before, Cacillia was merely stumped by the lass's shamelessness, she now truly couldn't even describe what just unfolded. Rogue! Too rogue! Three hours ago, if anyone told her that someone would dare pull such a dastardly stunt on the Primal Sun Sect, she would have never believed it.
This hoodlum band really dared do anything! How refreshing!
”But...how is that related to me?”
Cacillia couldn't help but ask. And hearing this, Heide shook her head.
”Of course it is related. Having seen how those Primal Sun Sect scrubs bullied you, how can I not take revenge? Although you're now an extra competitor, you also belong to our house. Our house's people, none can oppress with impunity!”
Heide proclaimed, causing Cacillia to not know whether she should cry or smile. And without anything else to say, she just bowed in thanks.
And though they made no comment, Konrad's party unanimously approved.
”100.1 billion once.
Twice…
Thrice…
Congratulations to the Primal Sun Sect for snatching this batch of 2500 True Gods at the whooping price of 100.1 billion! Please pay upfront.”
The auction manager requested with a polite bow, causing the remaining disciples to follow their junior lord and collapse on the ground. Seizing opportunity in chaos, Konrad snuck into those deities' Dao Hearts to plant Devil Seeds.