Chapter 982 The Broken Emperor's Armament

Everyone was still immersed in Du Yao spending fifty billion to win the Eternal Blue Gold, but the Qingfeng Saint wanted to strike while the iron was hot and push this auction to its absolute climax.

“Next is the final lot, also tonight’s grand finale. It absolutely won’t disappoint any of you.”

The Qingfeng Saint spoke in a clear, carrying voice, pulling everyone’s attention back from Du Yao.

Only now, hearing his words, did the crowd react—Eternal Blue Gold had only been the second-to-last lot, the true finale treasure had yet to appear.

But Eternal Blue Gold was already that precious, so what kind of rarity would this final treasure be?

A Great Emperor’s Treasure?

A rare Elixir?

Or some heaven-defying Cultivation Technique?

Even the You Mau Great Saint drew back his gaze and turned once more toward the Qingfeng Saint.

As for Du Yao, she had already been targeted by many, so there was no worry she’d sneak off. Better to wait until the auction ended, then go find her for a good, long talk.

It was a pity no one knew that at this moment, Du Yao was taking advantage of the distraction to pass the Eternal Blue Gold into Su Han’s hands.

“Little brother, you’re really loaded. Front and back you spent a full seventy-seven billion—I’ve never seen so many Spirit Stones in my whole life!”

Old Huang was the only one who knew the truth. He was wildly excited right now, face flushed red, as if he were the one who’d spent a fortune to win the Eternal Blue Gold.

But Su Han ignored him. He had already let the Sword Nurturing Gourd absorb the Sun Holy Stone. Now he wrapped the Eternal Blue Gold in Demonic Qi, pressed it to the center of his brow, and let the Dragon Slaying Divine Spear begin to absorb it.

The previous Crimson Phoenix Gold had had little effect on the Dragon Slaying Divine Spear, but this piece of Eternal Blue Gold was so huge that Su Han believed the spear would definitely recover quite a bit, maybe even become usable to him.

Su Han let the Sword Nurturing Gourd and the Dragon Slaying Divine Spear absorb at the same time, while keeping his attention on the Qingfeng Saint.

His two main goals had already been achieved, and the treasures on him were almost used up, yet toward this final treasure he was still full of curiosity.

The Qingfeng Saint had whetted everyone’s appetite to the limit, and only then did he solemnly take out the last treasure, alone, from a new Storage Ring.

Swish!

The treasure had barely appeared when, in an instant, a heart-stopping sharpness flooded heaven and earth. Everyone felt pain all over, as if they were being cut to pieces by a thousand blades.

Some weaker Martial Artists couldn’t withstand that edge at all—their faces turned deathly white, blood seeped from the corners of their mouths, and they staggered back, heavily wounded in the blink of an eye.

What is that? Just its Aura alone is this terrifying?

The crowd was aghast, eyes bulging as they stared, finally seeing the true form of this finale treasure.

It was a saber, but a broken saber, with only half of the tip remaining.

The whole saber was a dark, dusky color, its blade smooth as a mirror, with no patterns at all—plain and unadorned. There were even fine cracks all over the blade, as if it might shatter at any time.

Yet it was precisely this broken saber whose emanating edge made everyone’s hearts tremble.

And at this moment, the pupils of You Mau Great Saint and the others shrank sharply as they sensed a particular Aura.

“Imperial Might? This… this is an Emperor’s Armament!”

The Night Wolf Demon Saint felt it too. He cried out in shock, unable to believe it.

An Emperor’s Armament—a weapon forged by a Great Emperor Realm powerhouse with Emperor Gold, not only imbued with Dao Rhyme but also containing the Power of Space-Time. Some special Emperor’s Armaments even hold their own independent space inside, far superior for cultivation than the outside world.

This broken saber before their eyes was emanating Imperial Might; clearly, it was an extremely precious Emperor’s Armament.

Eternal Blue Gold was indeed rare, but it was only material for forging an Emperor’s Armament, a rough embryo. Whereas this broken saber was not just made of Emperor Gold, it had already been fully refined, and even held a Great Emperor’s Saber Intent within.

It was precisely this Saber Intent that made everyone’s hearts quake and caused many Martial Artists to be injured.

No one had expected that the final treasure of this auction would actually be a damaged Emperor’s Armament.

Though the saber was broken, its value couldn’t be concealed. Besides, if it were a complete Emperor’s Armament, how could it ever be their turn? It would have long since been snatched away by Great Emperor Realm experts.

“Though this saber is incomplete, it is a true Emperor’s Armament, and it can still be used three times. Each strike is on par with a Great Emperor’s Treasure.”

“Most importantly, it contains a special Saber Intent. If you can comprehend even a fraction of it, you will benefit for life!”

The Qingfeng Saint spoke again, laying out the value of this broken saber, making everyone’s gazes burn even hotter.

A Great Emperor’s Treasure equals one full-strength strike of a Great Emperor; its value is beyond measure. Yet this broken saber could be used three times, equivalent to three Great Emperor’s Treasures, its worth even more incalculable.

At this moment, everyone’s eyes turned red with desire, and the Night Wolf Demon Saint’s breathing grew rough.

Though he was from Hell and the City Lord of Red Moon City, he did not possess any Great Emperor’s Treasure. If he could obtain this broken saber, his trump cards for survival would increase greatly.

“The starting price for this broken saber is thirty billion!”

The Qingfeng Saint opened like a lion, directly giving a price that made people’s scalps numb.

The starting price for the Eternal Blue Gold had only been ten billion, yet this broken saber’s starting price was directly three times that.

But no one felt that price was excessive, because this was a damaged Emperor’s Armament, equivalent to three Great Emperor’s Treasures. The price was very fair.

“Forty billion!”

The Qingfeng Saint had just finished speaking when the You Mau Great Saint directly shouted out the same price he had used before.

Forty billion—this one figure instantly discouraged most competitors. Even if they were envious to the point of bleeding over this broken saber, their purses were too thin; they simply had no power to fight for it.

For a while, many gazes turned toward Du Yao. Previously she’d paid a sky-high fifty billion to win the Eternal Blue Gold. Now this broken saber had already reached forty billion. Ordinary people couldn’t bid at all; they wondered if this mysterious black-robed figure could still throw money around like dirt.

But this time the crowd was disappointed. Du Yao didn’t bid, didn’t even make a sound, because Su Han hadn’t sent her any Divine Sense transmission.

Of course Su Han wanted this broken saber too, but his coffers had already been emptied. Unless he was willing to take out his bottom-of-the-chest treasures like the Cold Iron Holy Sword and sell them off—but that was not what he wanted.

In terms of trump cards, he already had the Sword Nurturing Gourd and the Dragon Slaying Divine Spear, and even the skull he’d obtained from Zhong Kui, the Imperial Son.

So this broken saber was something he could take or leave; it simply wasn’t as important to him as the Eternal Blue Gold.

Seeing that Du Yao didn’t bid, the crowd drew back their gazes in disappointment. It seemed they wouldn’t be seeing another spectacular bidding war.

“Forty-one billion!”

Just then, the Night Wolf Demon Saint spoke. He had privately borrowed some Spirit Stones from others earlier, and now he was set on obtaining this broken saber.

“Forty-five billion!”

The You Mau Great Saint gritted his teeth. He decided to sell off the Flame Sparrow Egg he’d won, so that he’d have Spirit Stones to keep bidding.

Seeing the You Mau Great Saint and the Night Wolf Demon Saint locked in bidding while Du Yao remained silent, everyone felt that the ownership of this broken saber would likely be decided between these two.

Yet right at that moment, a strange, unfamiliar voice suddenly rang out:

“Sixty billion. I’ll take this saber.”