Everybody in the auction hall gasped in unison as a Sentient Sword flew toward the young appraiser at blinding speed as it sliced the air. Ma Yuan smirked wide from his seat as his sword was about to skewer Ash' head.
However, such things never happened on the main stage. Instead of dodging the flying sword, Ash stood still like a reef amidst the rampaging waves while his gaze was calm and serene like a mountain lake.
As the sword was just a few meters away from his face, Ash had already predicted the direction and just simply stepped aside and caught the sword in mid air by its handle with his left hand.
The Sentient Sword was struggling for a brief moment, refusing to be held by someone else. Its bluish blade shone erratically when Ash imbued the sword with his Qi.
However, as it sensed tremendous Primordial Qi, the sword finally calmed down.
Ash glanced at the VIP Room where Ma Yuan was situated, smirking contemptuously.
