The old man suffered from the backlash of his own Soul Attack, convulsing on the ground as if he were having an epileptic fit. Shi Feng paid him no more heed. Whether the old fellow could survive depended on whether the strength of his Soul Attack could prove fatal to himself.
"What's wrong with this old man? It looks like he's having an epileptic fit, doesn't it? How on earth did he end up like this?"
"Ah, I thought they were going to keep bidding, to see how high they could push the price of this Black Pearl, but now, the old man has actually gone into convulsions! Such a pity!"
"Isn't this old uncle going to be okay after having such a fit?"
The onlookers gazed at the convulsing old man and began to discuss among themselves. Some expressed pity, while others, kindhearted as they were, worried about the old man's condition.
Shi Feng looked toward the shopkeeper, Qiao Chang, and said, "Bring me that Black Pearl for 3,000 Lower Grade Primordial Stones."