"What's going on? Why hasn't he paid yet?"
"No way, right? The owner of a Cosmic Dojo can't even afford this?"
"Sigh, a Transcender should have seen any kind of storm, yet he gets so flustered over a young man's provocation?"
"I'm not from the Mohe Civilization, I don't know him..."
The bidders at the auction, due to Vizi's status and power, dared not speak recklessly, but it was important to note that there were online bidders too. The event was being livestreamed to all those with online tickets.
This scene was watched by everyone online, rapidly spreading throughout the Cosmic Federation's network, causing significant negative impact for Mohe Civilization, Mohe Arena, and Vizi personally.
"Mr. Vizi, the payment deadline is nearing. If you cannot complete the payment, this slave will be considered unsold, and you will need to pay 7 million Yuan Coins as compensation," the old man reminded again.
"This..." Vizi's face flushed with embarrassment. Under normal circumstances, he would have lost his temper long ago. This was downright humiliation.
But, one must understand, while his Mohe Arena was well-known, compared to the Cosmic Martial Artist Dojo, it was insignificant, and the Cosmic Martial Artist Dojo itself had quite a gap when compared to the Cosmic Bank.
Though he didn't know why his funds were frozen, or who was scheming in the shadows, facing the Cosmic Bank, no matter how angry he was, he dared not act recklessly. Any of the 12 directors of the Cosmic Bank were people he couldn't afford to offend—they were, without exaggeration, at the top of the universe's food chain.
"Everyone, sorry, it seems my bank account has encountered some issues, and the funds in my account are temporarily frozen. As for the loss, I will compensate later," Vizi gritted his teeth and provided an explanation to the assembly.
"What's the deal? No money? Why act like a big shot?"
"Exactly, Mr. Vizi really humiliated himself this time."
"Who says otherwise? Although 70 million Yuan Coins is indeed not a small amount, given the size of Mohe Arena, it shouldn't be too difficult to come up with. Perhaps Vizi is saving for the last two auction items?"
"Whatever the reason, not having the money is a fact, right?"
Online participants buzzed with discussion, thrusting Vizi into the public eye with harsh scrutiny.
"Hahaha! This is killing me! I really want to see his expression now, hahaha!" Meanwhile, the instigator of it all, Fang Jueyu, was rolling with laughter on his sofa.
"It's really strange. How could such a massive dojo like Mohe Arena not come up with 70 million Yuan Coins?" Although Natu was from a Tier 3 civilization, he understood quite well about people and organizations of significance from different civilizations.
The Mohe Arena was the most powerful dojo in Mohe Civilization, second only to the dominion. Even the ruler of Mohe Civilization showed Vizi some respect. The wealth accumulated over millions of years couldn't fail to meet this amount.
"Who knows? Maybe the origins of his money are unknown, and it got frozen by the Cosmic Bank," Fang Jueyu said afterward, "I really thought he was wealthier."
Natu couldn't help but glance secretly at Fang Jueyu, a wild thought crossing his mind—could all this be Fang Jueyu's doing?
"Impossible! I must be overthinking it," Natu shook his head, mocking himself. No matter how extraordinary Fang Jueyu was, or how grand his background was, affecting the Cosmic Bank seemed unlikely, right?
"Ah, what a pity. If I could command a Transcender-level slave, I'd definitely buy him. Having a Transcender for protection would mean no fear wherever I go."
Fang Jueyu suddenly thought of his time on Earth, protected by Gu Yi. Even surrounded by thousands of troops, tanks, and planes, he remained unharmed.
"In that case, I must announce this Transcender slave remains unsold," the white-haired elder sighed. An unsold item was a huge disgrace for an auctioneer, but as the other party was a Transcender, he had to swallow his pride.
"I hope everyone considers their wealth before bidding, to avoid similar situations affecting the auction's process," a voice suddenly resounded throughout the venue, showing the organizer's displeasure.
"Host, the owner of this voice, his strength is probably on par with that blue-robed Transcender."
"Serves him right!" Fang Jueyu derided.
"Now, we begin the auction for the second major item, a giant of Titan Boa lineage!"
The data of a giant slave, standing over 50 meters tall, was projected in the center of the venue. He had a trace of the Cosmic Beast's Titan Boa lineage, was immensely strong, covered in tough scales, far surpassing the usual Peak Martial Artists, and was an extremely rare slave.
However, Fang Jueyu had no interest in such a menacing brute's size. His current target was this final auction item, the Orville Clan slave, which the Transcender in seat number three purchased for 12 million Yuan Coins.
"I'm sure everyone has been eagerly waiting. Now, let me announce the final auction item, an Orville Clan slave!"
"What? Orville Clan? Weren't they wiped out long ago?" shouted voices of disbelief from the audience, except for those who received advance notice in the VIP section.
"According to past auctions, a Transcender-level slave should be the final headliner. Didn't expect such a surprise from the auction, it's quite astonishing."
"Well, it seems we stand no chance. An Orville Clan slave, worth more than an ordinary Cosmic Beast cub, even Transcender powerhouses go crazy over it."
"Who knows where this last auction item will end up. The competition for the final item will definitely be lively."
Someone couldn't help but glance toward seat number one, "I wonder what kind of spectacle Mr. Ma Yun will bring about."
"Little Yi, do me a favor and freeze all these bidders' accounts so I don't have to spend much to buy the Orville Clan slave."
"Host, are you dreaming?" Little Yi replied, "You really think the Cosmic Bank is owned by you? Freezing customer accounts has accountability. If such actions continue, even if your family is among the biggest directors of the Cosmic Bank, you'll face reprimands from other directors."
"Moreover, this is a Cosmic-level slave auction, the owner info of each seat is absolutely confidential; even I can't find out the identities of other VIP seat holders. How can I help you?"
"So, you're saying I really have to decide this with money against them?" Fang Jueyu sighed, "That's no challenge at all, it's practically bullying. I wanted to keep a low profile, but this leaves me no choice!"