Violet Sand Lord's heart surged with waves, and the gaze directed towards Ye Feng became extremely flustered.
The desire to leave here immediately grew increasingly stronger.
At this moment, after a period of silence in the auction house, all the cultivators awakened from the shock just now.
Each took a breath and glanced towards Ye Feng, then remained silent.
The oppressive atmosphere reached its peak at this moment.
The auctioneer elder on the high platform no longer spoke, glancing respectfully at Ye Feng, smiling slightly.
After a few breaths passed, seeing no one in the auction house placing a bid, he loudly asked, "Esteemed Daoist has bid ten million Purple Gold, is anyone willing to continue bidding?"
As soon as the question fell, all the cultivators in the scene turned their eyes.
Then looked towards the old man at the front.
The sharpness in their eyes brought immense pressure to the elder, but he paid it no mind.
