Hearing these words, Xiao Jing's face turned deadly pale with anger, nearly spitting blood.
Is this deliberately targeting him?
After a round of bidding, the price of the Flowing Frost Sword rose to thirty million.
"Who might you be, sir? I, Xiao Jing, believe I have not offended you, so why do you oppose my Xiao family?" Xiao Jing frowned and thought for a moment, then looked up at the person and asked, his voice carrying a trace of displeasure and questioning.
"Hmph! Our young master is the young master of the Demon Moon Sect! Our young master can do as he pleases, it's not for your Xiao family to question." An elder's disdainful snort came from the private box.
As his voice fell, the entire venue was immediately in an uproar.
Each person's eyes showed extreme shock. What? The young master of the Demon Moon Sect!
Gasp!
The person sitting in that private box turned out to be the young master of the Demon Moon Sect!
