With Chen Yang's current realm, no one in the auction hall could see his move at all.
Third Young Master Zhao only felt a gust of wind blow by, followed by a strong sense of suffocation, as if the air around him was suddenly drawn away.
"Third Young Master, what's wrong with you?" Zhao's Third Young Master's attendant noticed his abnormality and immediately panicked.
Chen Yang didn't intend to kill Zhao's Third Young Master directly, just wanted to teach him a lesson.
Chen Yang transmitted his voice to Zhao's Third Young Master: "I've taken a fancy to that magic notebook."
"After the auction is over, bring it to me obediently. Otherwise, not even the Zhao Family can protect you."
Subsequently, Chen Yang flicked a finger, and Zhao's Third Young Master finally was able to breathe normally.
Although it was only ten seconds, to Zhao's Third Young Master, it was like taking a lap before Ghost Gate.
