Chapter 1267: Chapter 855: Look at Me, Bastard! Chapter 1267: Chapter 855: Look at Me, Bastard! Mary’s arrival at the auction unmistakably sent everything into a frenzy.

“One-hundred and fifty million!”

“One-hundred and eighty million!”

“Two hundred million!”

“Two hundred and thirty million!”

Nearly every wealthy and powerful Ghoul was unwilling to let such merchandise slip by, their gazes fixated on the girl on stage, captivated by her delicate beauty, the aura of a Nobleman’s daughter, and her heterochromatic gold and blue eyes, not to mention the scent emanating from her–a fragrance that nearly completely ensnared the Ghouls, inducing an uncontrollable, instinctual craving.

“Three hundred million!”

Finally, the price reached three hundred million, causing those without sufficient funds to bow out, yet they still looked on eagerly as if ready to devour, their fierce eyes fixed on the front, as if waiting for the final winner to emerge. Meanwhile, in the VIP seats above, the bidding war raged on, now quickly approaching five hundred million.

“………Mary, how about we wait, wait for these guys to pay up then we make our move?”

“Mr. Duanmu………”
Upon hearing Duanmu Huai’s sigh, Mary looked speechless.

“That’s five hundred million! Don’t you want it?”

“Exactly because it’s five hundred million, you don’t really think they will pay in cash, do you?”

“That’s true, we can still seize the money like confiscating property.”

Hearing Mary’s response, Duanmu Huai thought for a moment and resolutely abandoned the idea.

“Then, leave the rest to me.”

As Duanmu Huai spoke, he suddenly emerged from the shadow behind Mary and stood in front of her, replacing her in the spotlight.

Duanmu Huai’s sudden appearance naturally drew the attention of the Ghouls; even those fiercely competing in the upper seats paused their actions and turned to look at him. Under their gaze, Duanmu Huai let out a cold laugh and then reached out to remove the mask he had been idly wearing on his face, then he lifted his head and stared coldly at the Ghouls in front of him.

“Stare at me, you brats! Be terrified, wail, and then be destroyed!”

Duanmu Huai did not need to make a move; for him, just those words were enough, and so at that moment, his figure was fully imprinted in the eyes of the Ghouls.

The entire hall fell silent; all the Ghouls dumbly watched Duanmu Huai. In their eyes, the grim-faced, towering man gradually began to distort and deform. The thick shadow cast by the spotlight behind him seemed to turn into living flames, ceaselessly dancing. The fiery rage burning in his eyes could melt bone marrow and Soul alike; just by gazing into those Eyes, you could feel the fear spread through every vein.

They opened their mouths to scream, but they could not utter that blasphemous and terrifying name. In an inconceivable, dark chamber, soft murmurs echoed like a horrifying symphony, and the Ghouls could feel it; they saw something they should not have seen, wanted to flee, to break free, every cell in their bodies trembled and screamed, trying to escape this place.

The scent of Destruction began to wreak havoc, moving forward with an irresistible force, like a growing tornado that swept through the hall, enveloping the entire museum. All the Ghouls now had their mouths wide open, saliva dripping down the corners, their eyes shaking uncontrollably, nearly popping out of their sockets; bulging veins stretching from their temples down to their necks.

The murmuring in their ears sounded unclear; no one could clearly understand what was being said; a Ghoul forced himself to shift his gaze towards his body, and then he saw it.

He saw his skin peeling off like melting chocolate, revealing sharp-toothed mouths appearing from within, which voraciously chewed on the Ghoul’s skin, extending tongues longer than a snake’s tongue, licking the melting skin, as those small tongues curled and retracted, pulling back the torn skin.

And at the same time, he watched his skin peel off, numerous mouths and eyes bulging from beneath, seemingly noticing the Ghoul’s gaze, uniformly looking at him, then revealing hungry, greedy smiles……

“Aaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!”

A piercing scream resounded; the Ghouls almost desperately reached out their hands, their fingers deeply digging into their eye sockets, directly gouging off their own eyes. But it didn’t end there, the Ghouls with gouged-out eyes began to slaughter each other, seemingly turning into irrational beasts as they lunged at their fellow Ghouls, viciously biting into their bodies, then devouring their flesh ravenously.

At this moment, the entire theatre had completely turned into a bloody Hell.

Duanmu Huai, with hands clasped behind his back, coldly watched this scene unfold, as though watching a lackluster B-grade zombie movie.

To deal with so many Ghouls, Duanmu Huai didn’t actually need to take action himself; he just had to unleash the Divine Power from the Ancient Dominator, and these lowly beasts would directly collapse mentally.