The Candidate Saint Son of the Wanchu Sacred Land, Cao Yun, sneered disdainfully and said, "How could a little independent practitioner possibly possess an Earth-grade Middle-class Treasure?"
"It's sheer nonsense!"
"Kid, I think you're trying to inflate the price and disrupt the auction's order!"
"What crime should you be charged with!"
By the end, his voice became sharp, even laced with a strong slaughter aura.
Clearly, he wanted to use this opportunity to suppress Lin Xuan, ideally having Ziyun Palace's people expel Lin Xuan!
Not only Cao Yun, but others also didn't believe Lin Xuan possessed an Earth-grade Middle-class Treasure.
After all, facing him was merely a loose cultivator.
Humph!
Inside the VIP Pavilion, Lin Xuan watched this scene and sneered.
He indeed was an independent practitioner, but that didn't mean his wealth wasn't abundant.
It's known that he had killed many Kings.
Among them, many were geniuses from sacred lands.
