Chapter Eighty-Four: The Dragon Appears in the Clouds

  "Cough! Cough!"

  Guan Canghai coughed lightly a few times, attracting the attention of about half of the people present, but still nearly half of the warriors were looking at Ye Gucheng who was sitting quietly: "The occurrence of such an event is also the responsibility of this pavilion.

  "A few wounded friends, the cost of treatment will be fully borne by this cabinet. In addition, each person will receive thirty yuan as compensation!"

  This time, it finally made most of the warriors come back to their senses, and many people were envious.

  For the inner breath boundary warrior, fifty low-grade yuan stones are a large sum of money. Those people only suffered from the aftermath and can recover from their injuries in a month or so, it can be said that they gained benefits for nothing.

  "Hehe, the last treasure of today's auction is... "

  Guan Canghai's gaze swept over the crowd with a hint of a smile, seemingly casual as it passed over Ye Gu Yun, before shifting slightly upwards to focus on a private room on the third floor.

  There, it was the box he arranged for Li Chen.

  Ah!

  A shrill scream suddenly came from the private room.

  Everyone's face changed suddenly, especially Guan Canghai, who changed color because this was not the miserable cry he had imagined.

  Boom! Boom! Boom!

  It seemed that the person inside couldn't bear the severe pain, and suddenly slammed into the crystal screen, slamming it several times. Before everyone could react, it shattered with a loud crash, and fell from inside to the ground.

  Hiss!

  Everyone gasped as they saw that the rolling object was a maid in black, her face deathly pale.

  Poison!

  Moreover, it was not an ordinary poison. Before long, a foul odor spread out and the person who had let out that mournful cry turned into a puddle of pus. The nearby warriors all felt dizzy and hastily retreated.

  "Why isn't it inside?"

  Guan Canghai looked at the puddle of water, and his eyes flashed with various possibilities. He had clearly seen it in the private room before, could it be that it had left halfway?

  "Who dares to make trouble in my Treasure Pavilion?"

  A loud and clear shout came, and in an instant, a gray-haired figure appeared on the stage, it was Guan Cangshan.

  The two exchanged a glance, both seeing the doubt in each other's eyes. According to their plan, Yun Zhonglong and his men should have ambushed the people in the private room first, and then been surrounded.

  "This is the Scorpion's Venom, it's the signature poison of Yun Zhongxiao from the Thirteen Bandits of Tianyun!"

  Suddenly, a warrior pointed at the pus on the ground that had transformed into a scorpion shape and exclaimed.

  "It's really poisonous!"

  "Isn't Thirteen already dead?"

  "How is it possible?"

  "Are all the rumors about the Dark Alley false?"

  In an instant, all the warriors in the arena were shocked by the intense poison on the ground and scattered to avoid it, with many of them revealing a look of horror.

  It is said that among the Thirteen Bandits, there are five poisonous ones: scorpion, snake, spider, gecko and centipede. These five people have been near toxic substances for many years, causing toxins to enter their bodies and damaging their meridians, making it impossible for them to step into the realm of true refinement in their lifetime.

  But also because of this, he cultivated a poisonous skill that ordinary people could not match. Even if it was the early or middle period of the Refining Truth realm, martial artists would find it difficult to withstand, and only those with rich true energy in the late stage of the Refining Truth realm could expel it from their body.

  Everyone's doubts all point to the rumors that circulated before this auction, and even more so to several of the Thirteen Bandits' spiritual weapons that appeared at the auction.

  "Don't panic, everyone, or you'll be taken advantage of by thieves!"

  Guan Cang Mountain waved his hand and suddenly operated the true energy, spreading it throughout the hall.

  Ah!

  Suddenly, another mournful cry rang out, and the crowd dispersed in an instant.

  All that could be seen was a person wearing a cloak, lying on the ground, with a miserable cry, and the cloak was lifted to reveal a young man with a wolf-like head and mouse-like eyes.

  "It's Guan Shu, the young master of Beishao Pavilion!"

  Someone among the warriors cried out in surprise, and immediately the people around them were shocked beyond words.

  The Gu brothers' cultivation was so impressive that even with the crowd's chatter, they could hear everything clearly and without hesitation, they strode through the crowd to the front.

  "Northerner!"

  Seeing Guan Shunbei rolling on the ground, both of them exclaimed in unison and instinctively wanted to help him up, but as they approached, they hesitated halfway.

  Guan Shu's face turned pale at this time, his forehead was black as ink, and his lips were purple, obviously poisoned by a highly toxic substance, and it was likely to spread to the two of them.

  "Dad... Second Uncle, save me... it hurts!"

  Guan Shu saw two people in a daze, trembling and wailing.

  "Dragon in the clouds, come out and show yourself! Are you brave enough to take responsibility for your actions?"

  Guan Cangshan's heart ached with a loud thud. An old man who had just gained a son, how could he withstand this stimulation? He loudly scolded those around him.

  As soon as he spoke, all the warriors dodged and opened up, looking around at the people with caution, especially those wearing cloaks.

  "Haha, kill my sworn brother, blood debt must be repaid with blood!"

  The sound is faint and comes from all directions, making it hard to pinpoint.

  "Change your tone!"

  This is a mysterious intermediate skill that can change the sound and make it impossible to determine its direction.

  Obviously, Yun Zhong Long is hiding in the crowd.

  "Fart, it's not like we killed anyone, what does it have to do with my son?"

  Guan Yu's beard bristled with rage as he watched Guan Suo spit out blood clots, seemingly on the verge of collapse.

  "Hey, wasn't it you who killed him? How did your son end up with my second brother's Wind and Rain fan? Don't tell me it was you who gave it to him to play with. You're still not wealthy and powerful enough to give a mid-grade spiritual sword to a seven-layer Inner Breath cultivator!"

  This time, the words were longer, but they conveyed a sense of anger in the tone.

  "Nonsense! Hand over the antidote first, then we can talk!"

  Guan Cangshan's voice was urgent, and yet it carried a hint of pleading.

  "Everyone take off your raincoats!"

  Guan Canghai suddenly turned his true energy and shouted loudly.

  "Haha, it's best not to do this, otherwise my several brothers and sisters will release the Five Poisonous Insects!"

  A dragon hiding in the dark clouds, with a gloomy smile, didn't put it in his heart at all.

  "Dragon in the Clouds, accept your death!"

  Suddenly, a loud shout came forth, and a powerful aura shot out from the crowd in one direction.

  "Song Wanlin, you're really here!"

  A cold and icy voice rose from the crowd with a sneer.

  Clang!

  A flash of icy blue sword light, a flash of dark blue knife light, intersecting in an instant, emitting a piercing metallic clash.

  With a burst of energy, the lower-ranking warriors fell again, their clothes torn and blood flowing like water, they fled to one side with cries of grief.

  Some people wanted to take advantage of the chaos to run out of the venue, but were blocked by several figures at the door and around them, because they all had strange skin colors and were covered with poisonous insects.

  It's obvious, it's the Five Poisons of the Thirteen Bandits of Tianyun, releasing poisonous insects.

  Rumble!

  A strong gust of wind blew by, and two figures flew apart in opposite directions.

  A middle-aged martial artist with a silver-white long sword in hand, pale face and no beard, more than half of his hair turned white, tore off the cloak on his body, coldly staring at someone several meters away.

  With a single hand holding the Xuan Qing Bao Dao, his robust figure and stern face were revealed as he also ripped off his cloak, exposing a suit of armor underneath.

  It goes without saying that the one holding a sword is none other than Yun Zhonglong, and the one wielding a knife is precisely Song Wanlin, the master of Songyang City.

  Crack crack!

  The crystal wall in front of the private room shattered, and people from various major forces suddenly jumped out from it. Dozens of cultivators at the Refining Realm level charged towards Yun Zhonglong.