What does the Heaven-Lamp Oath mean?!
It means no matter how high anyone else bids, the person who lights the Heaven Lamp will always go higher. It’s the move of a true madman willing to gamble their entire fortune—normal people wouldn’t dare.
Since Heavenly Dragon Auction House opened, the Heaven Lamp has only been lit three times, and two of those were by Harvey 'Million' Jin.
But this time, lighting the Heaven Lamp at seventy billion—at a number that huge, it’s a first.
Right now, Harvey 'Million' Jin is locked onto Greg Rory—he’s clearly dead set on winning this round.
Honestly, with a friend who can drop seventy billion in one go and light the Heaven Lamp without blinking, you know he’s worth having.
“Everyone, Mr. Jin has lit the Heaven Lamp—anyone else want to raise the bid?” The glamorous hostess is grinning ear to ear, her eyes darting to the other two Heaven-Tier Suites.
Meanwhile, the crowd is hyped, staring at Harvey Jin and shouting his name. He waves at everyone like some kind of hero—real unfiltered personality right there.
When the other two suites stay silent, the boss of Heavenly Dragon Auction House personally comes out and bangs the auction hammer.
“Alright, seventy billion—sold! The Demon-Snaring Bowl goes to Mr. Jin!”
As soon as the boss finishes, the crowd breaks into applause—seventy billion is obviously the highest bid Heavenly Dragon Auction House has seen all year.
“Let’s give a warm round of applause and invite our patron, Mr. Jin, to come up and claim his prize!” the glamorous hostess says, amping up the energy.
The crowd instantly starts shouting Mr. Jin’s name.
Harvey Jin is just as excited. He turns to Ryan Ling and says, “Master Ling, I’ll go get it for you myself!” Then he heads down to the stage, absolutely pumped.
Right then, the boss personally opens the glass case sealing the magic artifact. Everyone around widens their eyes—everybody wants to see what a seventy-billion treasure actually looks like.
And just as Harvey Jin happily goes to grab it, eight lamas suddenly start striking ritual chimes in the aisle, and behind them, Living Buddha Sangji slowly walks up onto the stage.
For a moment, nobody knows what’s going on; even the auction boss looks stunned—this was definitely not part of the program.
But then Living Buddha Sangji suddenly fixes Harvey Jin with a cold look and says, “Mr. Jin, with your mere mortal body, you’d best not touch this artifact or you’ll just dirty it. Why not let me keep it safe for you?”
“What did you say?” Harvey Jin freezes, and everyone else is just as shocked.
What’s going on here? Is he just straight-up robbing the place?
Even the auction boss’s heart skips a beat—Sangji is Greg Rory’s friend, and today he’s given them plenty of face, but to say something like that now is straight-up provoking the entire Heavenly Dragon Auction House.
“Living Buddha Sangji, isn’t that a bit beneath your exalted status?” the boss says coldly, glancing at Greg Rory’s suite. Greg is just smoking, acting like nothing’s wrong, not even looking over—which makes the boss even more pissed.
But Sangji doesn’t back down at all—instead, he bursts out laughing. “Beneath my status? This Demon-Snaring Bowl from under Leifeng Pagoda is a Buddhist relic to begin with. It’s only natural for me to take it back. You mortals treating it as an auction item is a disgrace to the Buddha! I’ll take it home and chant over it every day, to bless all you common folk. You should be thanking me!”
“Bullshit! You shameless fraud—just admit you want it for yourself. Spouting all this crap, you think we’re idiots?” Harvey Jin can’t hold back anymore and starts cursing him out.
At this point, even the auction boss, the glamorous hostess, and all the other guests can’t stand it anymore—everyone crowds forward.
Ryan Ling and his crew rush over too, and the whole scene instantly gets chaotic.
“Ha! Harvey Jin, you’ve committed a serious sin—insulting a Living Buddha is a capital offense, got it?” Sangji sneers and stretches out his hand. He’s done talking; now he’s just going to take it by force.
“Sangji, do you think Heavenly Dragon Auction House is the kind of place you can just rob? Security! If anyone dares make a move, tie them up!” the boss explodes. Instantly, a dozen burly guards charge out.
“You think you lot can defy the Buddha? You must have a death wish!” Sangji snorts. The eight lamas behind him start chanting with their prayer beads, and in a flash, all the security guards are flung away.
Seeing that, all the guests freak out and scramble back—nobody knows what kind of tricks they just pulled, but it’s creepy as hell.
The auction boss and the glamorous hostess are both totally freaked out.
Meanwhile, Greg Rory just laughs out loud, bragging, "If I’d known it’d go like this, I wouldn’t have bothered with all those tricks earlier—we should’ve just snatched it. Like these guys could stop Sangji!"
“Harvey Jin, why are you just standing there? Be a good sport—back off. You spent seventy billion on this artifact and want to gift it to me? I’ll remember your kindness, and even the Buddha will be moved by your sincerity. Step aside!” Sangji says, reaching out for the bowl.
“No way! I promised this to my friend—nobody’s taking it!” Harvey Jin stands firm. Before he’s even finished, Sangji doesn’t hesitate and shoves him hard.
“Fine, then I’ll send you to meet the Buddha myself!”
Ryan Ling and his group are right there, but Frank Qin, the zombie, is the fastest—he charges in, shoves Harvey Jin out of the way, and takes Sangji’s blow himself.
Sangji really is Qinghai’s top fighter—even Frank Qin, with his zombie body, gets knocked flying by that strike. For all his Buddhist talk, Sangji’s attacks are absolutely ruthless.
“You abomination—get out of my way or I’ll cut you down right here!” Sangji sneers, clearly recognizing Frank Qin for what he is.
Warren Yuan was about to jump in too, but seeing the red-haired zombie get knocked back, he stops in his tracks. Sangji’s power is way beyond his own—if he took a hit like that, he’d be lucky to just get thrown.
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“Ha! You rabble think you’re worthy to fight me for this artifact? You’d better kneel and surrender now, or if I have to act myself, you’ll wish you were dead!” Living Buddha Sangji shoots Ryan Ling and his crew a cold look, already murderous.
Suddenly, Bill Wu in the VIP suite can’t hold back anymore and starts shouting, “Hahaha! Ryan Ling, you and your crew were so tough at Huifeng Tower—what now? Scared of Living Buddha Sangji? You idiots, trying to snatch the artifact from him? You’re just asking to die!”
Greg Rory just laughs smugly, "Why bother arguing with a bunch of dead men?" But he’s got his eyes fixed on Harvey Jin, whose face is pale—obviously, once Sangji gets the artifact and finishes off Ryan Ling’s crew, he’s coming for the fat guy next.
Now everyone’s backing away—Sangji and his eight lamas are way too powerful. Even the auction boss, who was talking tough a minute ago, is hiding under a table, terrified he’ll get caught in the crossfire.
“Hahaha, Demon-Snaring Bowl, you’re finally mine!” With nobody left to stop him, Living Buddha Sangji’s greedy hand finally touches the artifact.
“Get your filthy hands off! You’re the one defiling this sacred Buddhist relic!” At that moment, Ryan Ling finally makes his move—the Iron Body Talisman activates, and with steel-hard strength, he strikes at Sangji.
Sangji freezes for a second and instinctively steps back.
But he quickly figures out what little trick Ryan Ling pulled and sneers, “You think a talisman makes you invincible? Playing games like that with me is just childish!”
Sangji finishes, then suddenly switches to a fist and swings at Ryan Ling. With his steel body, Ryan tries to block, but a wave of invisible force slams him back—he staggers several steps, his face flushing bright red.
“Nice hit, Ryan Ling! Let’s see how long you can keep hopping around like a toad!” Bill Wu and Greg Rory are already excited, heading down from the suite.
Sangji, showing off, tells the lamas, “Go strip him—he’s definitely wearing a talisman. Tear it off and he’ll be useless. Anyone could finish him!”
“So that’s his trick—no wonder he seemed so tough! Damn, I’ll beat him to a pulp later!” Bill Wu cracks his knuckles, practically giddy.
But even now, Ryan Ling isn’t panicked—he’s still got a real trump card up his sleeve…