Lin Xuan had actually prepared for the possibility that Uchiha Madara might not cooperate. If that happened, he planned to force Madara to do more in a single day, rack up enough Prestige Points , then let him go.
He hadn't expected Madara to volunteer cooperation now.
With that, Lin Xuan adjusted his plan and decided to make the move even bigger.
While mulling this over, Lin Xuan ordered the system to release its control over Uchiha Madara.
The moment Lin Xuan removed the restraints, the expression on the stage shifted slightly.
Madara's cold gaze swept across the hall, lingering particularly on the three Celestial Dragon whose appearances were clearly different from ordinary people. A look of amusement flashed over his face.
Even though Lin Xuan hadn't explicitly told him, with Madara's intelligence and everything he'd seen before and after, it wasn't hard for him to figure out that Lin Xuan's target was those three grotesque-looking fellows with the strange bubbles on their heads.
To be honest, even if Lin Xuan hadn't singled them out, Madara still felt an urge to beat those three senseless.
Just then, Auctioneer Disco—full of enthusiasm—began introducing the VIPs below: "This slave is a special surprise for today's auction. As you can see, he's handsome, carries a unique aura, his origin is very mysterious, and especially—those blood-red eyes…"
Listening to the man brag about him, Madara grew impatient.
Then—
"Boom!"
With a single sweep of his hand, Madara sent the auctioneer flying.
For a moment, everyone in the auction hall was stunned.
Silence fell.
"Hmph. All that yammering—are you finished?" Madara's voice, laced with cold disdain, rang out and snapped the crowd back to attention.
Lin Xuan was startled by Madara's sudden move, but he quickly recovered and chuckled inwardly: "No wonder it's Lord Madara—what a temper! Huh, he's probably venting the anger he can't take out on me on someone else instead."
Meanwhile, the auction hall erupted into an uproar.
"Oh my god! What just happened?"
"What's wrong with that slave? How dare he resist?!"
"Incredible! Does he not fear death?"
"Ha — maybe he doesn't realize the collar around his neck can end his life at any moment!"
"Hmph, an auction turning into a slave getting blown to bits? Haven't seen a scene like this in a while!"
…
One comment after another echoed through the hall.
These high-society attendees showed little fear; some even watched Madara with avid curiosity, as if waiting for him to get into trouble.
Their looks provoked Madara again.
He had stalked the Shinobi World—when had anyone dared look at him like that? And now it was a group of people!
Just then, the auction hall's guards rushed in and quickly surrounded Madara.
The auctioneer who'd been flung away, Disco, scrambled back, furious and shouting, "Ingrate! How dare you hit me! Grab him—I'll teach him a lesson!"
Even after being slapped, the auctioneer didn't lose his head.
He still remembered Madara's commercial value. His plan was to have Madara captured, roughed up to teach him a lesson, then continue the auction and sell him for a fortune to recoup the damage.
"Yes!"
The guards charged at Madara, shouting angrily.
Those chosen as guards here weren't weak; some were even experts. Unfortunately for them, the enemy they faced was far beyond anything they imagined—a true asura of the Shinobi World: Uchiha Madara.
As they closed in, Madara let out a contemptuous snort, and his eyes suddenly transformed.
The blood-red eyes vanished and were replaced by concentric, mysterious patterns.
Rinnegan.
"Shinra Tensei!"
"Boom!"
With a dull thud, the guards who hadn't even reached Madara were thrown back as if struck by an invisible force, spitting blood midair.
Witnessing this, the VIPs who'd been spectating went into a panic.
"What's happening? That slave actually dared resist?"
"Is he really not afraid of dying?"
"Has he decided to blow everything up and die in a blaze of glory, taking others with him?"
"No way — is he going to hurt us?"
"What are the auction staff waiting for? Detonate his collar and kill him!"
…
At last, those upper-class onlookers felt panic and urged the auction staff to deal with Madara before he posed a threat to them.
Auctioneer Disco, hearing the chatter, felt bitter about potentially losing such a valuable slave, but for the sake of future business he gritted his teeth and prepared to detonate the collar around Madara's neck.
At that moment, a voice cut through the noise and into his ear.
"Do not kill him. I want that slave alive—capture him!"
Everyone turned toward the voice and were surprised to see it belonged to Heavenly Dragon—Saint Shalria!
She was watching Madara's display of power with admiration, already eager to claim him.
Seeing this, Lin Xuan almost burst out laughing.
He thought to himself: Perfect. Looks like I don't even need to give orders! This woman dares look at Lord Madara like that—tsk tsk, she must not know what's good for her.
But the strangest things were still to come…