"Stop the auction?"

"What exactly happened here?"

Outside, in the auction hall.

When the staff went out and announced that today’s auction was over, it immediately caused a huge commotion.

People began to talk among themselves.

But the staff offered no explanation.

Once everyone had left, the Trading Pavilion’s guards immediately secured all major entrances to the auction hall, forbidding anyone from entering.

Meanwhile.

In the restroom!

The staff from the Trading Pavilion soon brought four chairs.

Young Master Hao supported Qin Feiyang as they walked over, seating him in the middle chair, then sat himself beside Qin Feiyang.

The Ghost Snake Emperor transformed into a delicate bracelet, coiled around Qin Feiyang’s wrist.

Wang You’er sat on Qin Feiyang’s other side.

Fu Xiong glanced at the empty chair and didn’t dare sit down, standing to the side with an incredibly fearful expression.

For a moment.

The four of them remained silent, and the restroom fell into dead silence.

About a hundred breaths passed.

A middle-aged man reeking of alcohol hurriedly burst into the restroom.

It was Shen Feiyun!

Upon seeing Master Long lying in a pool of blood, his body couldn’t help but tremble, and his hands involuntarily clenched.

Swish!

Suddenly.

He looked up at the three of them, his eyes cold and fierce, and said, "Who killed him?"

"I did."

Wang You’er stated calmly, without a trace of fear, staring directly at Shen Feiyun.

Boom!

Just as Wang You’er finished speaking, a terrifying murderous aura roared out from Shen Feiyun’s body.

Young Master Hao raised an eyebrow and said, "Shen Feiyun, think clearly before you act."

"Don’t use the people backing you to intimidate me; murder must be paid for with a life!"

Shen Feiyun shouted coldly.

That terrifying murderous aura turned into a stormy wave, rushing towards Wang You’er.

Witnessing this.

Fu Xiong glanced at Qin Feiyang and the others, then at Shen Feiyun, a cold smile flashing deep in his eyes.

"Humph!"

Wang You’er snorted coldly.

The Saint Prestige of the Nine-Star War Saint surged out, clashing with Shen Feiyun’s murderous aura.

A destructive wave of energy instantly emerged.

Pfft!

Immediately.

Wang You’er spat out a mouthful of blood, her face turning pale.

Qin Feiyang and Young Master Hao beside her were the first to suffer, being thrown by the energy wave like meteors, crashing towards the wall behind them.

Boom!

With two loud sounds, the wall developed two large holes, and they both fell into the outer auction hall, their bodies cracked, blood spraying like pillars!

It’s important to know.

Wang You’er is a Nine-Star War Saint.

Yet Shen Feiyun’s strength clearly surpasses Wang You’er.

Thus.

The battle fluctuations generated from their clash were not something Qin Feiyang and Young Master Hao could withstand.

This strike was lethal!

But compared to Qin Feiyang, Young Master Hao’s condition was slightly better.

After all, he was not previously injured.

Whereas Qin Feiyang, with poisons still not fully purged from his body, now suffered this fatal blow, adding insult to injury.

At this moment.

He lay on the shattered ground, lacking even the strength to stand, his consciousness fading.

Swish!

At the same time.

Seeing Qin Feiyang and Young Master Hao’s situation, Wang You’er’s expression changed slightly, quickly rising to land beside them, then taking out healing pills and feeding them to the two.

The pills melted upon entry, repairing their bodies, and their condition slightly improved.

Swish!

But at that moment.

Shen Feiyun also pursued them, murderous intent boiling over.

Wang You’er’s face darkened, shouting, "If you continue to behave unreasonably, don’t blame me for being rude!"

"Killed my son, and now claim I’m unreasonable; do you really think you can do whatever you want here just because you’re Wang Su’s granddaughter?"

Shen Feiyun’s gaze was like lightning, his demeanor cold and indifferent, resembling a god of slaughter, making others tremble.

Young Master Hao’s face changed, secretly thinking, "Not good, he’s been driven mad by anger, quickly send a message to my father for help!"

"It’s useless."

"Before we left, Gongsun Bei told me that once we leave the God City, no matter the danger we face, we will receive no assistance."

"So now, we can only rely on ourselves."

Qin Feiyang said solemnly, struggling to get up.

"What?"

Young Master Hao was stunned.

This old man is too heartless!

Qin Feiyang glanced at Young Master Hao, transmitting to Wang You’er, "How strong is he?"

"Not sure, but definitely a War Emperor!"

Wang You’er replied, her tone also heavy.

"This complicates things."

Qin Feiyang murmured.

If Young Master Hao and Wang You’er weren’t here, it would be simpler; he could enter the ancient castle, and not even Shen Feiyun could defy the heavens against him.

But now.

He has to stay outside, risking himself alongside the two.

"Hm?"

Suddenly.

He raised an eyebrow, looking up at Fu Xiong standing in the upper restroom.

This man knows their identities and understands the poisoning incident with Master Long, yet why isn’t he helping?

While Fu Xiong, who had been watching Wang You’er and Shen Feiyun, suddenly noticed Qin Feiyang staring at him.

His eyes immediately showed a hint of panic.

Immediately after.

He pretended to have just reacted, quickly shouting, "Shen Feiyun, what are you doing?"

Then.

He stepped forward, positioning himself in front of Shen Feiyun, shielding Qin Feiyang and the others behind him.

"Something’s off."

Qin Feiyang gazed at Fu Xiong’s back, his eyes flickering uncertainly.

He sensed that Fu Xiong’s current behavior was overly deliberate.

Shen Feiyun stopped, sneering, "What am I doing? Of course, I’m avenging my son."

Fu Xiong said, "You’re not qualified to mention ’revenge,’ because this matter is clearly your son’s fault."

"My son’s fault?"