Divine Frost Stone

"Kid is simply asking for death. Young Master, there's no need to get angry. Judging from his aura, he's at most a Sixth Stage Mortal martial warrior. When the time comes, Second Senior and I will ensure he has no burial ground."

Inside the VIP room, an elderly man with a sinister expression spoke.

"Yes, Young Master, no need to get angry," another relatively younger elderly man said with a cold face.

"VIP Room No. 23, my lord, I've remembered you," Xi Letian suddenly smiled, but his smile was filled with intense killing intent. It was evident that Xi Letian had developed a strong urge to kill Lin Han.

"All right, congratulations to VIP Room No. 23 for successfully purchasing these gloves for 350,000 spirit stones."

On the auction stage, Wen Yiyi smiled and announced the end of the bidding. Her eyes held a hint of mockery as she looked towards Lin Han's VIP room. Clearly, Lin Han was nothing more than an arrogant kid in her eyes.