"A legendary slave?"
Chen Feng witnessed something irrational.
In most cases, the legendary tier has long crossed the boundary from mere flesh and blood, reaching a realm unfathomable and terrifying to ordinary people.
Take the Legendary Flame Demon, for instance, as a Demon Lord, it couldn't possibly be a slave to be bought and sold here. A legendary slave—what could this mean? Such a being would require epic-tier forces and several high-tier masters working together to subdue. Thus, Chen Feng couldn't fathom why such a powerful existence would appear in such a lowly slave queue.
"Illogical!"
Chen Feng focused his gaze on this slave lineup, murmuring, "What on earth is going on?"
The slave master was a ghost witch, a race skilled in trade. They appeared ugly, resembling witches practicing black magic, unsightly, face aged, especially their eyes, perpetually cold like a corpse, unable to be stirred by anything.
