"YOU USELESS FOOLSSSS!!! LEAVE IF YOU'RE SO AFRAID. THE DOOR IS RIGHT THERE!"
Some of the young demons who were previously bold and fearless took several steps back in fear after the old Frostborn's aura slammed into them.
How could they not be afraid?
They were all Fiends and Lesser Demons, and the auctioneer was a Greater Demon.
They could not withstand his aura, especially an aura he was releasing because of his fury.
As for the old Frostborn, he was cursing these little children and their ancestors in his mind.
'These fools! Do you want to end my life?! If something happens to young master Lucien in this auction, then I'm dead!'
If not for the fact that the little demons had sponsors that he could ignore, he would have wiped them off the face of the demon realm without a second thought.
He was about to act when he saw that the fools in front of him were still standing and not doing anything.
But a voice suddenly drifted into his ears.
