Chapter 75: Then Let the Junior Brother Carry Out the Deal for You

"It would be one thing to pull out the Demon Crystals and inner core of the Black‑Scale Demon Python, but you also brought out the Zhu Yun Purple Grass and the Demon Crystals of the Crimson Flame Giant Tiger!"

"You damn it!"

"With the stock you've got on you, what the hell are you even joining an auction for?"

"You could just set up a stall at the auction hall entrance and run your own auction, okay!"

"Junior Brother, are you selling that Zhu Yun Purple Grass?"

At this moment, someone in the auction venue could no longer contain their excitement and shouted toward Li Mu at the top of their lungs.

"Junior Brother, I'm willing to bid 20,000 contribution points for the Zhu Yun Purple Grass you have!"

"Damn!"

"That Zhu Yun Purple Grass is a third‑grade elixir; even a common quality one is worth 20,000 sect contribution points!"

"Not to mention, the Zhu Yun Purple Grass in your hands is clearly freshly harvested, making it the highest‑grade quality!"

"Junior Brother, don't sell it to those unscrupulous merchants—sell it to me!"

"I'm willing to pay 25,000 sect contribution points for yours!"

"……"

As they listened, the surrounding crowd had already started to bid against each other.

When the Crimson Flame Giant Tiger and other Heavenly Treasures fought furiously over the Zhu Yun Purple Grass he had put up, Li Mu's mouth twitched upward.

Back then, I annihilated Shao Wenqiang's Warrior Squad in the Yunshan Secret Realm.

Later, Li Mu went on to kill Wu Feiyang and Lin Zehong in succession.

All the lifelong savings of so many of them naturally belong in Li Mu's care!

So the Heavenly Treasures, Demon Crystals, and inner cores I've just presented are, at most, merely the tip of Li Mu's fortune.

Even so, that's enough to astonish everyone.

To say it without exaggeration, given Li Mu's current wealth—

If even he can't afford the Thunder Tiger's inner core, then no one in this massive auction hall could.

But regarding the increasingly excited inner peak disciples, each vying to bid, Li Mu showed no intention of responding.

Instead, he pressed his palm down lightly, signaling them to keep their voices low.

Seeing Li Mu's gesture, the crowd at first froze, then seemed to realize something.

One by one, they cast teasing, amused glances toward Pan Wenbo.

It turned out that Pan Wenbo, at some point, had tried to slip out the back door with his few followers while no one was watching.

Li Mu strode forward, grabbed Pan Wenbo's shoulder, and said with a grin, "Hehe…."

"Senior Brother Pan, where are you in such a hurry to go?"

Hearing Li Mu's clearly mocking tone—

Pan Wenbo twisted his head, glared at Li Mu with fierce anger, gritted his teeth, and shouted, "You brat!"

"Leave a margin when dealing with people, so you can meet again later."

"I warn you, don't go overboard in anything."

"Otherwise, I'll make your death look terrible!"

"Hahaha…"

Facing Pan Wenbo's blunt threat, Li Mu immediately laughed out loud.

He suddenly stopped laughing, looked at Pan Wenbo with a playful expression, and said, "Senior Brother Pan, accepting defeat after a bet is only natural."

"The wager we just made can be witnessed by all the people here!"

"Whoever loses—"

"—that person must kneel before the crowd and bow three times to the other!"

"Therefore, Senior Brother Pan!"

"If you really want to leave, then you might as well bow right here!"

He said.

Li Mu pointed at the ground beneath his feet, his face full of mockery as he looked at Pan Wenbo.

"Hmph, you brat!"

"Since you're so eager to die, I'll grant that wish today!"

Seeing Pan Wenbo, oblivious to danger, stubbornly insisting that I fulfill the wager, he knelt and apologized.

Pan Wenbo was not frightened; instead, he sneered, waved his right hand, and calmly said, "Shi Cheng, eliminate him for me!"

At once, the hulking man with a face full of flesh who had been trailing behind stepped forward, his aura surging around him like a raging tide.

"Sss!"

"Fifth‑grade Concentration Realm peak!"

"Boss, run!"

Qian Wen, feeling the terrifying aura emanating from that hulking man, turned pale and shouted hoarsely.

"Roar…"

Moreover, the auction hall was filled with intermittent gasps of cold air!

Earlier they were just making a ruckus for the fun of it, not caring about the seriousness.

No one could have imagined that Li Mu, merely a Ten Grade Lian Qi Realm Named Disciple, would actually dare to let Pan Wenbo fulfill the earlier wager.

Isn't that utterly foolish?

What strength do you actually have?

Don't you have any sense at all!

Even if Pan Wenbo kowtowed to you, you still might not be able to take it!

At this moment, a guard beside the gray‑haired elder hurried forward a step and whispered, "Steward Sun, shall I intervene?"

"Not needed!"

"We'll just watch from here!"

Steward Sun shook his hand, but his aged eyes fell upon Li Mu.

Steward Sun carefully recalled; just now, on that Jade Slip, he had sensed a familiar mental imprint and seemed to be ruminating, as if recalling something.

"You brat!"

"Don't you love making people kneel?"

"Then I'll snap your two legs, so you'll be forced to kneel for the rest of your life—how delightful!"

Shi Cheng wore a snarling grin, his fists crackling "ka‑ba" as he leisurely closed in on Li Mu.

He wasn't in a hurry to strike; instead, he savored the gradual process of pressing Li Mu into a corner.

But just as he flexed his fists and stepped forward, his pupils suddenly contracted!

A figure, like a ghostly shadow, flashed right before him!

"Quick!"

"It's just too fast!"

The black silhouette was so swift that Shi Cheng couldn't even discern what happened before the opponent was already at his side.

He slowly lifted his head and saw a handsome face brimming with murderous intent.

"You…"

Shi Cheng's face turned pale with horror; he never imagined, even in a dream, that Li Mu would dare attack him outright.

"How dare he…"

"Thwack!"

A crisp, muffled sound of a blade cutting flesh rang out!

Shi Cheng felt a chill down his body and slowly lowered his head.

What he saw was a long sword of an eerie black‑red hue!

One end of the blade was in the opponent's hand, while the other was deeply embedded in his own abdomen.

He could even feel the sword's coldness inside his body!

"Ah…"

Shi Cheng let out a gut‑wrenching scream!

He seized Li Mu's wrist that held the sword, clenched his right fist, gathered his strength, and slammed it toward Li Mu's temple!

At the pinnacle of a Fifth‑grade Concentration Realm, the terrifying six‑hundred‑thousand‑kilogram force erupted like a cannon, hammering Li Mu's temple!

If that punch lands solidly—

Li Mu's head would surely burst like a watermelon on the spot, blood spraying everywhere!

Yet faced with this sudden peril, Li Mu was unafraid; the golden flames in his black pupils flared even more violently.

He gave a cold smile and lifted his left hand upward.

"Bang!"

But Li Mu, as if catching a chick, easily seized Shi Cheng's wrist.

Holding his fist just an inch from his own temple, yet unable to get any closer.

"Just now, you wanted to cripple me, didn't you?"

Li Mu let out a snarling laugh, twisted Shi Cheng's wrist.

"Snick, snick, snick…"

"Howl, howl, howl…"

A series of bone‑cracking sounds crackled like fireworks.

Accompanied by Shi Cheng's gut‑wrenching scream!

Then the right arm Li Mu held twisted like twisted dough, curling outward.

Crimson blood seeped out along his sleeve, and stark white broken bones pierced his flesh—a horrifying sight.

"Let go of Brother Shi!"

At that moment, several more people surged to attack Li Mu!

Without exception, they were all inner‑peak disciples of the Concentration Realm, third‑ and fourth‑grade, and were formidable!

But Li Mu didn't even glance; he simply released the hand gripping the sword hilt.

A punch burst the air and slammed into the first person who rushed forward!

A deep, booming crack echoed through the arena in an instant!

An old saying goes, "A sound worth ten thousand gold cannot be bought!"

"Snick…"

The bone‑cracking sound, clear enough to make one's scalp tingle, rang again as the fierce, domineering force exploded on that person!

It sent his body flying backward, blood spurting wildly, and he screamed, toppling several people.

Finally his body slammed heavily into a hard wall, emitting a muffled "dong!"

"Boom!"

The whole process was as fast as a thunderclap!

Li Mu still held the punching stance, slowly withdrawing his blood‑stained fist, his face cold, his whole body radiating killing intent!

The few others who had intended to swarm forward, upon seeing this, were horrified and instinctively retreated backward.

Pan Wenbo, who was not far away, was even more stunned into a dumbstruck stare!

He couldn't even imagine it in his dreams!

Li Mu is just a trash of the Ten Grade Lian Qi Realm, how could he possibly possess such terrifying physical power?

Is he a monster?

No!

He is clearly a humanoid ferocious beast!

Just now, he struck twice in total!

Once, he twisted and crushed the right arm of a pinnacle artifact of the Concentration Realm.

Another time, a single punch sent a Fourth-Grade Concentration Realm cultivator flying, leaving him gravely wounded!

"Boom!"

At that moment, another burst of cement cracking rang out!

Pan Wenbo turned his head mechanically.

He saw another one of his own followers being struck by Li Mu, spitting blood and being flung back, gravely wounded and unconscious.

His previously fairly calm heart now trembled uncontrollably and violently.

The Li Mu ahead lifted his head at that moment, meeting his gaze eye to eye.

In those ink‑black pupils, faint golden flames flickered, and murderous aura surged upward step by step.

"I..."

"I warned you!"

"My master, but the Eastern Grand..."

"Uh..."

But before that, Pan Wenbo dragged out the Eastern Grandmaster behind him.

Li Mu struck like lightning, instantly clamping his throat.

He directly lodged the unfinished second half of Pan Wenbo's sentence in his throat!

Immediately after.

Facing the crowd's shocked, horrified, even fearful gazes, Li Mu dragged Pan Wenbo like a dead dog all the way to the auction platform.

Seeing Pan Wenbo still struggling to stand, Li Mu sneered, lifted his foot and kicked his knee pit, kicking him again as if a dog eating dung.

Without waiting for him to rise again, Li Mu stomped his foot hard onto his head.

Leaving him no chance to struggle.

Although the Inner Peak disciples at the auction had no intention of mocking Pan Wenbo upon seeing this.

On the contrary, each of them felt a chill at Li Mu's ruthless cruelty, some even feeling personally threatened.

But at this moment, Pan Wenbo, trampled like a dead dog under Li Mu's foot,

He felt the varied gazes from the auction hall as sharp knives, piercing deep into his heart!

This made Pan Wenbo feel his whole face burning hot!

Shame and fury to the extreme!

He wished he could just find a crack in the ground and crawl into it!

Unfortunately!

Now he is being firmly stepped on by Li Mu, like a mouse nailed to the ground, with no chance of escape.

Even if a crack were truly given for Pan Wenbo to crawl into, he could only watch!

Li Mu lowered his head, looking at the silver‑toothed, silent Pan Wenbo he had stepped on, raised an eyebrow, and sneered,

"It seems our senior brother Pan is still a bit unwilling to honor the bet we just made!"

"Hehe..."

"No problem!"

"Senior brother Pan's status is noble, so let the junior brother fulfill it for you!"