Worldly Overlord

The ancestor of the endless sect seemed to have realized what Devon was doing. He could tell that Devon was trying to create disputes among all of them present.

"Let's get the treasures first, then we decide how we are going to share it." the old man's deep voice resounded in the main hall.

The strong reigns over the weak ones. The old man's word was an order for the crowds. They knew going against the man's words was the same as going against the endless sect. Though some of them weren't afraid of the man, they just didn't see any point in having a conflict.

Besides, his words were also right, they had to get the treasures first before they could even think of sharing them.

Devon smiled, "I feel it would be better not to kill any of you, but you leave me no choice." he stated.

The crowd shifted their attention to Devon and began looking at him like he was a clown, but they recalled that he dismissed the aura and killing intent they had all displayed earlier.

Throughout the entire time, he remained calm about the situation, as if he didn't take any of their threat seriously. And the fact that they couldn't sense any energy around him made him even more mysterious in their eyes.

"I assure you, if any of you take a step forward, then it's going to be your last day in this world." A black sword appeared in Devon's hand afterward.

A middle-aged man walked out of the crowds, "I would like to see the strength of one of the staff of the white auction." the man roared out laughing.

The same way words were spreading about how terrifying the three masters were, they were rumors that each of the auction staff was frighteningly strong, even more than some big families powerhouses.

"Come give me your best shot or else you won't have a chance." the middle-aged man jested.

The staff standing looked at the middle-aged, this was the biggest fool they had ever met in their life. You just asked that god of death incarnation to give you his best shot.

"Alright then." Devon chuckled, he then gently waved his sword at the man. The process was slow, and it didn't seem to contain any energy.

And just like that, he was done... The crowd was staring at Devon, they all couldn't understand what had just happened. He just waved his sword and that was all, everything seemed so simple.

Their eyes were on Devon the entire time that they failed to notice the weird state the man was in.

*GBAM*

It was until they had a loud sound did they shift their attention away from Devon. What they saw left their mouth wide open, even the old ancestor couldn't hide the shock on his face.

He was one of the oldest people here, he had several battle experiences. There wasn't any energy present in that attack, it was nothing but a casual wave so how did it create this sort of impact on that man.

The middle-aged who came out earlier had his body splited apart. The process was just too fast that they found it hard to believe, but it was right in front of them. A casual wave of that youth sword splited the middle-aged man's body.

Devon placed his black sword on his shoulder, "So who's going next."

Though they were frightened by what they had witnessed however who among them hasn't engaged in a life and death battle.

Two independent powerhouses walked out. Their faces and upper part were covered in several scars as it was bare. While they were putting on beast skin in your lower part.

Both men were spear users......

Unlike powerhouses who were from big families and organizations, independent powerhouses didn't have it easy at all for them. Every day was a battle. They had to fight to live, even to improve their power level, battling was needed.

Disciples in some sects are not capable of withstanding a single punch from some independent powerhouse. Most independent powerhouses gained their strength and experience through life and death battles, unlike these disciples who gain theirs through pills.

So, the difference between them was evident.

The two bowed slightly towards Devon, "Kid if you know what good for you bring out t...." he couldn't finish his word before he fell straight to the ground a second later his partner followed his footstep.

The two independent powerhouses went down the same way the middle-aged did. Their body was also splited apart, the cut looked very similar. It was as smooth as it could be.

People were beginning to move backward, Devon action was so fast that they didn't see him move at all, even the black sword was still on his shoulder. It was as if the sword didn't move away from there.

"Pathetic... For the sake of your families at home, I will spare the rest of you. So leave before I change my mind." Devon said, he even seemed displeased at how weak they were.

His words cause several frowns to appear on the crowd's face, most of them were renowned powerhouses in the underground world. So, how dare a little brat speak to them like that.

They took a strong stance if the three masters were here then maybe they could be afraid, but it was just this youth and had another fellow. No matter how strong they were, they couldn't handle all of them present.

Beside them were some families and organizations' ancestors that were yet to reveal themselves. So, what was there to be afraid of.

Derek's body shook heavily, even though the others didn't sense anything strange from that attack he had once fought with this insane fellow, so he knew what that attack contained.

And even he was confident that he could survive that attack without transforming to his Demon form. Derek fell into deep thought, just a few days had passed, and this monster's strength had increased to this extent.

"Don't worry about that kid, this time around we will be attacking altogether." the ancestor of the endless sect said.

If it was any other person, they would have referred to it as bullying the weak but none of them were against the old man's word, they didn't dare underestimate the youth anymore.

Devon's eyes twitched a little, he didn't stand a chance if they were together, it was only in a one-on-one battle was he confident to some extent.

If he wanted to leave in the beginning, no one could stop him even if they all ganged upon him, he was capable of still escaping.

But that was already too late because those three attacks he delivered consumed half of the energy he had. The attack contained both celestial and cosmic energy, the others failed to notice it because he concealed it deeply.

"Men attack!!!!!!!!!" the old ancestor roared.

Numerous men who weren't in the auction appeared from different angles. They were cladded in all-black attire and were covered from head to toe. Just a glance was needed to know that this set of people were all assassins.

These people were skilled assassins as they had perfectly concealed their aura to the extent that even Devon didn't notice any of them, that to show how terrifying they were.

The crowds were all shaking, some had even started running out of the auction. They had ever expected that old man to have hired this much assassin. The weak ones ran away, they knew even if they manage to get some treasures before this assassin they would lose their lives.

A smile appeared on Devon's face, he seemed to have noticed something. Seeing the smile on Devon's face, the old man scanned the surroundings and realized something.

The old man frowned deeply, why did they have to arrive now.

"Retreat, the envoys are..."

The old man couldn't even finish his words before all the assassins had their heads cut off.