Chapter 279: Cimu's Arm?!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Onstage, Zuo Jin suddenly clapped his hands, silencing the whole venue's noise.

"Everyone."

"The little skirmishes just now were probably just for your amusement."

His voice suddenly deepened.

The lights around the stage also changed abruptly.

From a vague warm yellow, they instantly switched to a suppressed dark purple.

"Oh?"

Su Ming raised an eyebrow, looking thoughtful.

He saw it.

The moment Zuo Jin finished speaking, the great demons Shuten Douji and Yu Zao Qian sat up straight instantly.

Before that, those guys were just idly clapping things to pass the time.

But now...

That greedy look could not be hidden at all!

The main act is about to begin!

"Hoo!"

Sakura Nation Camp.

A few slightly weaker participants, just being pressed by this suddenly solidified atmosphere, turned pale and gasped heavily.

What on earth is this?!

"Everyone, don't blink."

Onstage, Zuo Jin's voice was actually trembling a bit.

Four puppet attendants, dragging massive chains engraved with runes, strained to pull out a huge translucent container.

Clack—!

The seal was broken.

"Hm?"

The audience on site and the hundreds of millions watching the live stream felt a buzz in their heads.

Ah?!

Inside the container...

It turned out to be a massive severed arm covered with countless ferocious Ghost Eyes?!

"This... this is..."

In the front row, Shuten Douji, who had been clutching a Wine Jar and living drunkenly, stood up directly.

His drunken, hazy crimson Ghost Eyes cleared instantly.

At center stage, Su Ming also furrowed his brow.

A sharp pain shot through his eye sockets!

The Eye of Truth was actually heating up!

"Interesting, even I need some time to analyze it..."

"The more it's hidden, the more substantial it must be!"

Onstage, Zuo Jin began his tireless introduction.

In the audience, a flash of golden light appeared in Su Ming's eyes; the analysis succeeded.

Name: Cimu's Arm

Quality: Quasi-Myth

Function: Source of ten thousand ghosts! After fusion, it can directly inherit Cimu's Ghost King power, command ten thousand ghosts, and the mortal body becomes saintly! It comes with the divine technique Hell's Hand, capable of destroying a city with a single strike!

Function: Ghost-source shackles! This arm must continuously absorb pure-blood Ghost King‑level or ghost energy imbued with the Ghost King's will as fuel, in order to maintain stable operation of the Ghost King's divine power! If the absorbed ghost energy is of insufficient grade, impure, or long‑term deficient, it will trigger progressively terrifying backlashes!

Karma Overview: This is not merely an arm; it is the source of power for Cimu Douzi, the second‑in‑command of Da Jiang Mountain and the chief of ten thousand ghosts! Within it is sealed the most pure and savage destructive law of the ghost race!

Cimu's arm?!

Quasi‑Myth level?!

Su Ming felt a jolt in his heart.

Earlier, Zuo Jin, that old kid, had said this was one of the last three bottom‑drawer items.

Starting off at this level?

And the remaining two...

Could it be reaching the heavens?

A guaranteed Quasi‑Myth, perhaps even Myth level?!

"Roar—!!!"

Just as Zuo Jin finished his introduction, the front row erupted with a roar.

Shuten Douji went berserk!

He sprang up violently, his black wings behind him blotting out the sky, and demonic aura surged skyward!

"Listen up, everyone, to me!"

"This thing is mine!"

"Who dares to stretch a claw? I'll wipe out his nine families! Extract his soul, light a sky lantern, and burn it for forty‑nine days!!!"

A stark death threat!

In a corner of the theater, Shen Dai Qianhe and the others were hit by the aura of this imperial‑grade great demon, their faces turning pale, not daring to even gasp.

Good stuff, huh?!

Absolutely!

Just hearing the title "Chief of Ten Thousand Ghosts" tells you it's a divine artifact!

But…

Facing a rampaging Shuten Douji, they truly didn't dare to move!

Anyone who raises a sign at this moment is courting death!

"Starting bid—500,000 points!"

Onstage, Zuo Jin didn't hesitate, shouting passionately.

Shuten Douji followed instantly, without a hint of hesitation.

"I'll put up 550,000 points! Plus a contract for the core territory of Great River Mountain!"

"Now! Immediately! Wrap it up for me!!!"

The whole venue fell silent.

Over half a million points?

Looks steep.

But for a Quasi‑Myth‑grade item, it actually sounds reasonable.

The catch is the latter… the Great River Mountain contract?!

What is that?

A territory, perhaps?!

Zuo Jin's eyes lit up beneath his mask at the words.

"Lord Demon King, what nerve! Since that's the case, let the mirror give a fair price!"

"Appraise!"

Shuten Douji let out a roar, hurling the parchment exuding strong demonic aura straight into the shrine!

Buzz—!

The Clear Sight Mirror quivered violently, dark‑red light nearly bursting the surface, and numbers began to flicker.

50,000!

100,000!

200,000!

250,000!

The numbers froze.

The audience fell utterly mute.

A single sheet… 250,000?!

Add the earlier 550,000 points…

That damn thing jumps straight to the 800,000 mark!

Hiss!

Countless people inhaled sharply, feeling even the tooth‑fairies wince.

Even the paid‑stream chat displayed a brief vacuum.

So damn rich!

Is this the depth of a Legendary‑rank great demon?!

"Pretty generous!"

Su Ming leaned back in his chair and smiled.

According to rumor, Shuten Douji and Ci Mu Bamboo Tiles are close buddies who practically share a pair of pants.

Though it's unclear why Ci Mu Bamboo Tiles lost an arm.

But for Shuten Douji, this item is certainly more than just a piece of his power puzzle.

It's also sentiment.

If an outsider took it, where would he hang his face?

"Since this guy wants it so much…"

Su Ming's mouth curled into a mischievous grin as he rose slowly.

"Then I can't refuse him face, I'll boost his price."

"900,000!"

Hiss!

Just three simple words, pushing that suffocating 800,000 price up another full 100,000!

No sense of martial virtue!

No buildup at all, straight to the trump card!

The strong from Sakura Country in the audience were already numb.

Right?!

Big brother, did a gale blow those points into your house?

Is this what you call not having money to compete in bidding?

Shuten Douji whirled around abruptly, his eyes blazing red, as if fire were about to spew from them.

If a gaze could kill, Su Ming would already have turned into a sashimi platter right now.

How dare they compete with him?!

"One million!!!"

"One million fifty thousand."

Su Ming didn't even raise an eyebrow, continuing to haggle.

"One million one hundred thousand!!!"

Jiu Tun's demonic aura was already raging out of control.

"One million one hundred fifty thousand."

"You damn... one million two hundred thousand!!!"

Shuten Douji at this moment had completely lost the dignity of being an emperor‑rank great demon.

He was going crazy!

He could tolerate all that junk up ahead.

But this... is his brother's doing!

If this human insists on opposing it...

"One million two hundred thousand..."

Su Ming scratched his head, looking harmless.

"One million two hundred fifty thousand."

The air suddenly turned cold.

Shuten Douji fell silent, his whole body trembling, demonic aura spreading across the entire theater.

The whole venue fell silent.

In the live stream, the bullet comments went berserk.

"WTF! WTF! WTF! Jing Shen, are you really going all out!"

"Where's the troll who said Jing Shen had no money before? Come out and get beaten!"

"One million two hundred fifty thousand! How many lives of the everyday folk can this damn thing buy?"

"So satisfying! A real man should do this, turning the everyday folk's world upside down!"

"By the way, have you ever thought of a question? All these shikigami of the everyday folk have appeared... what about ours in Dragon Country?"

"Hm? Hiss!"

"Great Sage, I want Great Sage!"