Many others shared the sa thoughts as Zheng Yi. Among them, several Foundation Establishnt cultivators faced the situation with cold expressions, choosing not to move, evidently aware of the dangers involved.
Zheng Yi's eyes flickered, focusing intently on the figure of the bearded man.
If he didn't recall wrongly, it was this man who had incited emotions, undoubtedly a tribulation cultivator.
As for why he rushed into the auction house's backyard, it was because that area held the storeroom of the auction house—a critical location storing nurous treasures. So belonged to the auction house, while others were simply consignnts from other cultivators.
The storeroom being a vital place, its defenses were incredibly stringent, making it difficult for outsiders to break in. Moreover, Yanyin City had fearso Purple Mansion cultivators stationed, making any plans of robbing the auction house a suicide mission.
For a long ti, the auction assembly of Yanyin City had been held multiple tis without any incidents, leading to a degree of complacency within the auction house.
Yet who could have foreseen that a grand auction would lure a transford great demon, with the auction house's defensive array utterly smashed by the Purple Mansion white fox? The tightly guarded storeroom was partially destroyed, leading to a fatal breach.
More crucially, the Purple Mansion cultivators, guardians of Yanyin City, found themselves overwheld, struggling to escape danger, embroiled in a crisis, attacked from all sides by two transford demon beasts. Forget maintaining order at the auction house; surviving to defend their lives beca their paramount concern.
Moreover, to further incite chaos, the Black Mountain Monarch unleashed his demon power, with tiger demon Chong ghosts being his innate divine techniques.
Among them, Chong ghosts with Qi cultivation stage power were innurable, not lacking in Foundation Establishnt Chong ghosts. These ghosts swiftly spread like a virus, polluting the divine souls of weaker cultivators they killed, turning them into Chong ghosts.
In the city, a horde of Chong ghosts embarked on indiscriminate killing, rendering Yanyin City unable to dispatch forces to assist the auction house.
There was no denying—this bearded man chose the timing perfectly.
"Could it just be a coincidence?!"
Watching the increasing number of cultivators following the bearded man rushing towards the auction house's backyard, Zheng Yi's gaze revealed a hint of contemplation.
He did not believe in so-called luck; when things appeared abnormal, there was surely trouble. Coincidences aren't that frequent.
From the swift actions of the bearded man and the distinct parts tribulation cultivators played among the auction house's guests, it was evident that this affair had a ticulous plan. It wasn't spontaneous but preditated.
As for other individuals, they were simply seizing opportunities amid chaos, driven by greed toward the storeroom's treasures. In Zheng Yi's view, perhaps rely sacrificial pawns the bearded man had prepared.
In any case, the chaos must escalate before the bigger catch can be captured.
The greater the turmoil, the costlier the prize—this wasn't re rhetoric.
Regarding the robbery in the backyard of the auction house and the brief interlude of various demon cultivators, Zheng Yi held no interest whatsoever. Sensible and perceptive, he sensed enormous danger and dared not linger.
Imdiately executing body techniques, he stepped out the door, swiftly rushing toward the relatively tranquil outer city.
The venue for the auction was situated in the city center, residing in the most prosperous section of Yanyin City's inner city.
And due to the attacks from two transford demon beasts and the colossal aftermath of magic combat involving Nine Yin Hall's Purple Mansion cultivators, the inner city center plunged into ruins amidst opportunistic looting and arson, leading to even greater disorder, ironically becoming the most chaotic region.
Everywhere battles erupted; human cultivators fighting Chong ghosts, direct conflicts among cultivators through robbery, murder, revenge—ferocious battles pervaded the air, with the thick scent of blood seemingly igniting the deepest desires of the demon cultivators.
Maintaining a cold expression, Zheng Yi advanced relentlessly through the inner city. Anyone daring to obstruct his path faced inevitable death.
This was no ti to stand out; remaining inconspicuous was wise. During the escape, Zheng Yi refrained from releasing Foundation Establishnt stage aura to deter others, sprinting at lightning speed, discerning eyes acknowledged that he was not to be trifled with.
Yet, there were always those foolish enough to stand in his way, forcing Zheng Yi to repeatedly strike, eliminating obstacles.
Efficient and decisive, wasting no ti, he swiftly reached the outer city.
Compared to the chaotic battles in the inner city, skirmishes were relatively sparse in the outer city. Despite opportunists taking advantage of the chaos, the district's order hadn't devolved into unruliness, with the Law Enforcent Team arduously maintaining control.
His body moved like an illusion, a lightning bolt, soaring like a giant swan, landing atop a tall building, eyes gazing towards the ablaze inner city.
He noticed teams of uniformly clad cultivators rapidly assembling, converging towards the tumultuous inner city.
These were the guard teams tasked with defending the city, primarily responsible for protecting its walls and repelling external attacks.
Unanticipated, the conflict began in the inner city, catching all off guard.
But as ti progressed, the cultivators in charge of the outer city's defenses started advancing into the inner city to quell the chaos.
Though individual Nine Yin Hall cultivators possessed nothing extraordinary in cultivation, at least they were of Middle Tier of Qi Cultivation and above, with many elites at High Tier of Qi Cultivation, led by Foundation Establishnt powerhouses. Suppressing the inner city chaos appeared manageable.
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