The Ancient Gods' Whisper

Besides them, there was also a middle-aged man carrying a sniper rifle on his back, and a young man covered in tattoos.

These people were all candidates under Master Four.

As for Master Three's side, Butcher stepped forward first. With each step he took, it felt as though the ground trembled. His two-meter-tall figure was like a demon, exuding an overwhelming sense of power and intimidation.

"Everyone, I'm counting on you."

This brute uncharacteristically serious: "I'll thank you on the boss's behalf later."

Ning Chen yawned lazily, but his eyes were perilously sharp, sending chills down one's spine: "Since it's Master Three's order, then let's fight. Hopefully, the draw won't screw us over too badly."

Ye Ying, carrying a sniper rifle on her back, appeared delicate but spoke with calm determination, utterly fearless: "Sister Yue Ji once helped me, so I'll do my best."

The last two were both Sword Sect members wielding large swords, though their ranks were noticeably lower.

Tang Ling squinted her charming eyes: "Ye Hua? I didn't expect her to join forces with Master Four from the You Ying Group."

Gu Jianlin responded calmly: "You know her?"

Tang Ling replied indifferently, "Yeah, we crossed swords before. She's quite a formidable opponent. At that time, I was only Third Rank and didn't have Extreme Thunder with me, so I couldn't kill her. I heard recently she took down two Omega members, so her strength must've improved significantly."

"And those twin women over there—both are Fourth Rank Cloud Lords, exceptionally powerful Divines. Previously, two captain-level fighters from Peak City District died at their hands, and their corpses were enslaved afterward."

She paused: "As for the other two, I don't know them."

Gu Jianlin mused, "Hmm, I see."

As for the combatants on Master Three's side, they weren't weak either.

Butcher's strength was beyond doubt. While he likely wouldn't use Divine Servant Transformation, his raw combat prowess was already more than sufficient.

Ning Chen, as the personal bodyguard of a director, naturally wasn't weak either.

That young girl carrying a sniper rifle—her exact strength was unknown, but since she was selected, she definitely wasn't cannon fodder.

The last two Sword Sect members, however, were clearly outclassed compared to the others.

This was a best-of-five match with randomized draws, so matchups would depend on luck.

Avoiding an exploit like Tian Ji's horse racing strategy.

"Who do you think will win?"

Tang Ling raised her enchanting eyes toward the boy next to her and suddenly asked: "I remember Moon Princess is quite close to you. She's also a Fourth Rank Shura. If she could obtain this Moonstone Heart, it would significantly benefit her."

Gu Jianlin replied expressionlessly: "Who wins doesn't matter."

With a loud boom!

Deafening cheers erupted within the Holy Temple. At this moment, the auction seemed to transform into the Colosseum of Ancient Rome. People unleashed the malice and madness buried deep within their hearts—a clash between humanity and brutality, civilization and savagery.

The beautiful female host held a microphone as she stood to the side: "First match, Butcher versus Scar!"

Butcher was a Fourth-Order Mad King, already infinitely close to Fifth Rank.

His opponent, however, was merely a Third Rank practitioner of Ancient Martial Arts.

An absolute disparity in raw power, needing no further explanation.

Bang!

Amid the thunderous explosion of Qi Force, the tattooed young man was sent flying out of the Octagonal Cage with a single punch.

His entire skeleton seemed shattered, prompting medical staff to rush in for rescue.

"Unlucky bastard!"

Butcher sneered coldly before swaggering off the stage.

"Second match, Ning Chen versus Black Sniper!"

This battle was equally predictable—a Fourth-Order Mad King facing off against a Third Rank Frenzy Hunter.

The fight ended in under five seconds.

Even the opponent's sniper rifle was shattered, and the scattering fragments fell to the floor around them.

Unfortunately, the drawing wasn't favorable this time.

The strongest on one side was matched against the weakest on the other.

As expected, the next two matches resulted in consecutive losses.

Xingtong and Yuetong, the twin Divine Cloud Lords, utterly crushed the two candidates from Master Three's side.

And these two candidates were defeated in an exceptionally ruthless fashion.

Their bodies were almost flattened, and they were nearly reduced to husks by the Divine Sacrificial Fire's flames.

"Final match, Ye Hua versus Ye Ying!"

The focal battle—the decisive showdown.

Yet in the private booth, Master Three's expression had already soured.

Miss Lan's hand, which was holding a Copper Coin, was trembling slightly. She murmured under her breath: "How did things end up like this..."

Ghost Slayer against Overlord.

The battle would be decided in an instant.

Either the former's shot would claim the kill, or the latter would strike them down with a single blade.

This was a pure contest of raw strength.

If the space freeze's binding could be overcome, victory was guaranteed.

If not, then defeat was certain!

In the Octagonal Cage, Ye Hua drew her blade. The knife's edge vibrated, and the world fell silent!

As expected, space freeze descended!

In that fleeting moment, Ye Ying stood on the ring, raising her sniper rifle as her gun barrel roared.

The world plunged into a mire-like stillness.

Ye Ying's consciousness struggled madly. If the spirituality she unleashed was strong enough, there was a chance to destabilize this domain of space freeze, then unleash the Arrow of Destruction for a one-shot kill. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake its hold.

She was just one step short!

One step could mean Heaven's Punishment. A chilling slash flashed by!

Crack!

The gun barrel snapped, blood splattered, and the domain shattered!

Thud!

Amidst the surging blood, Ye Ying was overwhelmed in one strike, a massive wound opening on her body.

Ye Hua, like a phantom, closed the distance in an instant. Her tachi gleamed with an ominous blade light, slicing like a relentless tide of death, leaving countless gruesome gashes on Ye Ying without any intention of stopping.

"What a pity—it wasn't Moon Princess who came."