Three days have passed.
A large crowd surrounded the foot of Wangyue Peak, most of whom were extraterrestrial Martial Artists.
However, this time, no one dared to make a move against Wangyue Peak. The scene of Ye Qiu killing the Demon Lord Holy Son and his Protector was still vivid in everyone's mind. Even Shi Kun from the Taiyi Divine Sect had fled, and no one dared to take further action, at least not on the surface.
Ye Qiu said three days ago that he would hold an auction today. Now that three days have passed, many have come to join the excitement.
Jin Shanshun, Qin Feng, and others appeared first in front of everyone. They set up a simple stage at the foot of the mountain, standing on either side, waiting for Ye Qiu to appear and hold the auction.
Auctioning off a Saint Heir, this is unprecedented in history. In the ancestral land, no one dared to do such a thing, and if anyone did, the grass on their grave would be two meters tall.
