Soul Heart

The price of over four hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones was already beyond Xi Letian's estimate for this sword. He had no intention of continuing to bid. The sword, despite being a top-grade Profound Artifact, had become extremely aggressive due to the peculiarities of its hilt, making it troublesome to use. Consequently, its price had dropped significantly.

"Keep an eye on him. Humph, truly ignorant. When the time comes, that top-grade Profound Artifact will probably fall into my hands."

Xi Letian turned his head and said to the two elders behind him.

"Rest assured, Young Master, he will have no place to die!" One of the elders, with a gloomy expression, spoke with a sinister smile. A strong killing intent flashed in his eyes.

"That person in VIP Room No. 23 is doomed."

Hearing Xi Letian's words, many people couldn't help but look at the location of Lin Han's box with regret.