Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God-Chapter 720 -

"The attributes of this sword need no introduction, do they?"

Ling'er gave a slight smile and continued, "The starting bid for this long sword is fifty million energy stones, with each subsequent increase no less than one million energy stones!"

Upon hearing Ling'er's words, the crowd below instantly erupted.

Zhan Mengqi tightly clutched Ye Ling's sleeve, her eyes revealing her love for the Chi Feng Sword. It was well-known that Zhan Mengqi had been fascinated by weapons since she was little.

Ye Ling also smiled. He was not at all surprised; after all, Zhan Mengqi was a Sword Cultivator. Without a suitable weapon, her Sword Dao would truly be halted here. Moreover, given her talent, her future was boundless.

"Sixty million energy stones!"

Soon, someone else called out an even higher price, this time an elderly man.

"Seventy million!"

Another bid followed.

"Eighty million!"

"Ninety million!"

...

In less than five minutes, the price had more than doubled.

Ye Ling watched the frenzied bidding below, his face showing no change, for a sword like this was only just beginning to see real competition.

"One hundred million!"

Just then, a loud bidding voice suddenly echoed throughout the entire venue, and upon hearing this bid, the whole place fell silent.

Who was it?

Looking in the direction of the voice, there stood a young man with long hair down to his shoulders, wearing a black robe and without a mask.

This young man stood with his hands behind his back, leaning against a table, his face sharply contoured, giving a rugged impression.

"Isn't that the young master of the Qian family? What is he doing participating in this auction?"

"Be careful not to let him hear that; it's said that Qian Qi is a ruthless killer who doesn't blink at murder, with countless people from lower races dying by his hands."

"Yes, but Qian Qi's attendance at this black market auction might be targeted at that sword, right?"

Hearing the bustling discussions around, Qian Qi just smiled slightly, his gaze sweeping over the reaction of the crowd, showing a look of satisfaction—he was quite pleased with his own performance.

"This gentleman has bid one hundred million; does anyone offer a higher price?" Ling'er asked again, her eyes darting around, her face also showing a hint of expectation.

Hearing Ling'er's words, some in the crowd fell silent, knowing that Qian Qi was not to be provoked. Angering him might lead him to kill directly, so they dared not bid further.

Seeing that no one else was speaking, Ling'er did not rush to make further calls.

Qian Qi smiled faintly, then slowly stood up, his gaze sweeping around as he said lightly, "Anyone wishing to bid higher, I, Qian Qi, will be glad to compete until the end."

"But after the auction ends, whether you live to enjoy your purchase—that will be your own concern!"

Qian Qi's voice was soft, but when it reached the ears of the crowd below, it sent chills down their spines.

This was a barefaced threat!

In the black market, killing for loot is the ultimate taboo—once identities are revealed, consequences can be dire, even fatal. Hence, no one in the crowd dared utter another word.

"Since no one else is bidding, then this Chi Feng Sword is..." Ling'er was just about to bring down the gavel.

Just then, an extremely calm voice suddenly rang out, clearly audible to everyone.

"One hundred and ten million!"

The person speaking was none other than Ye Ling.

Although the voice wasn't loud, it unequivocally reached everyone's ears.

In an instant, the entire room went silent. Eyes widened in disbelief as they turned towards Ye Ling.

"Damn, did I hear that right? One hundred and ten million! Who is he? How could he suddenly bid one hundred and ten million? Doesn't he fear death?"

"Who knows? I just glanced out of curiosity, and there that kid actually dared to defy the Qian family. Does he not realize that the Qian family is not someone he can afford to provoke?"

Hearing this, the people below shook their heads and sighed, their faces full of pity.

Meanwhile, Qian Qi, who was sitting in the VIP room, slightly furrowed his eyebrows, then revealed a playful smile.

He had clearly revealed his identity, but unexpectedly, someone still dared to vie with him.

"Since you want to play, then I'll gladly play with you!"

The corners of Qian Qi's mouth curved slightly, showing a sinister arc.

Ling'er, too, was stunned upon hearing Ye Ling's bid, unable to comprehend how there could be those fearless of death in the black market, as they stared with wide eyes.

"One hundred and twenty million!" Qian Qi said with a heavy tone of challenge.

In an instant, the entire VIP box fell eerily silent, the atmosphere permeating the room.

No one dared to raise the bid again, as they were well aware of the kind of ruthless man Qian Qi was.

In front of Qian Qi, ordinary people were mere ants; they certainly didn't want to be the ant crushed to death.

"So, how about it? My bid is one hundred and twenty million. Is there a higher bid?"

Qian Qi's gaze swept coldly across the crowd, everyone bowed their heads, none daring to meet his look.

"One hundred and thirty million!"

Just then, a voice abruptly rang out.

The crowd was taken aback, then lifted their heads searching around, only to find it was Ye Ling who had spoken, startling them.

"Kid, you actually dare to contend with me, Qian Qi, are you seeking death?" Qian Qi glared at Ye Ling with a dark gaze, his teeth clenched as he spoke harshly.

Upon hearing Qian Qi's words, Ye Ling grinned and then shrugged his shoulders.

"Are you begging me?" Ye Ling said with a smirk.

"Begging you?" Qian Qi laughed in response, then his gaze turned ferocious as he looked at Ye Ling, coldly chuckling.

"Kid, do you think by doing this, you can stop me? Let me tell you, it's utterly futile. Moreover, I advise you to leave here immediately, otherwise, I guarantee you will die a gruesome death!"

Qian Qi's threat didn't intimidate Ye Ling; on the contrary, Ye Ling chuckled.

"Heh, since Young Master Qian is so interested, then naturally I should keep up with you. I'm curious to see whether you can take this treasured sword from my hands!"

Ye Ling said coldly, looking at Qian Qi.

"Hmph, utterly arrogant! Since you're not afraid of death, I'll send you to the west!"

Qian Qi snorted coldly, "My bid is one hundred and fifty million!"

"Two hundred million!"

"Two hundred fifty-five million!"

"Three hundred million!"

"..."

Amidst Qian Qi's successive bids, Ye Ling's bids also escalated, each time nearly doubling.