Chapter 145: Have You Ever Thought of Becoming an Auctioneer?

Chu Feng believed that even without livestreaming permissions, merely the authentic experiences of the Dream World would be enough to captivate people and make them utterly addicted.

The formation forged from these ninety-nine feathers appeared as fragile as a sheet of paper before him—first severed at its roots and origin by the Rusty Sword, then shattered outright by the Dragon-Mamba, vanishing into the heavens and earth.

At this moment, the gate of Tongtian City had clearly transformed into the appearance of a gamer's starter village, with tens of thousands of players coming and going.

Atop the mountain peak, several elders knelt before a scroll, murmuring incantations that sounded like an ancient ritual chant.

"Joke? You attacked me first, manipulated my friend's body with your soul—now you ask who I am?" Ye Chen's expression was cold.

Ling Xin smiled and said, "It's already too late." Then she passed straight through the glass before her, flying to the side of the meteor. She extended her hand, pointing at the meteor, and said, "Will you come out yourself, or shall I force you out?" No sooner had she spoken than a faint red glow emerged from the meteor.

Thus, as Lin Dao's windmill-style slash struck Salier, she winced in pain and spun around instantly—her demonic eye on the forehead already charged with immense energy, waiting only to spot the attacker and deliver a devastating blow.

As Chu Feng finished speaking, thunder cracked across the sky, and a colossal Eye of Heavenly Punishment emerged from the void, descending with boundless lightning power.

They hunted down every demonic beast they could kill; some extremely weak ones were raised or herded, and their lives grew comfortable. Only the most powerful native demonic beasts—those even these demonic cultivators dared not touch—remained alive and well.

Over the past half-month, Wu Hao had steadily consolidated his cultivation; now, his spiritual energy was no weaker than that of a true Divine Power Realm beginner—once he grasped his innate Divine Power, his breakthrough would follow naturally.

"We can talk while drinking coffee. If you don't like coffee, tea or alcohol works too," Zhou Guangyue couldn't hold back any longer—his lust had risen and wasn't easily quelled.

Li Mo was stunned. His math had always been poor, but not so bad that he'd score zero?

Ding Li took the bead, clenched it in his fist, and peered inward through the gap between his knuckles. Under the bright daylight, he saw no change, and gave up.

Back then, Fu Yunze's country's educational standards were certainly lower than today's, so he held great faith in these young engineers. Of course, he also hired several senior engineers at high salaries—all leaders in the research lab.

Wang Kai, seeing this, shook his head gently. As the saying goes, short pain is better than long pain—he never intended anything with Shangguan Qing, so not pursuing her was the best solution.

Due to having trained in Duanhun Valley for over seven hundred years, the Red Ghost had never heard of the Twin Heaven Supreme.

A month passed in the blink of an eye, and Lang Fei and the others appeared within a magnificent city.

Lin Zhengfeng glanced around and spotted several patrolling guards wearing hats. His eyes lit up—he waved to the guard. The guard, seeing Lin Zhengfeng's signal, immediately scurried over.

Instantly, a massive blue palm imprint tumbled down from the heavens, striking the Supreme Mountain and causing it to shake violently.

And he openly boasted, challenging all heroes under heaven—within a single night, he sparked a sensation.

He had personally verified it: whether in observation or alertness, George Titi was no less capable than he was.

He coughed desperately, spitting out pinkish, frothy phlegm, gasping out words between fits.

Without hesitation, she turned and flung herself at Li Xiu's feet, clutching her right leg tightly, pressing her face directly against it.

The two personal guards immediately exchanged subtle smiles, nodding repeatedly and stepping back slightly.

Of course, during this process, Chen Hui relied not solely on his three-foot green blade, but on his terrifying Imperial Soul. He opened his Immortal Qi Sea, channeling the Imperial Soul into the sword, forming an invisible protective barrier that rendered the blade unbreakably resilient.

Lin Chong wasn't particularly angry—just thought the guy had an odd temper, a dim mind, no wonder he'd impulsively killed Niu Er.

Due to language barriers and his thoughts not being focused here, Jiao Ming paused, then recalled the original Chinese phrase—and remembered how he'd explained it to Bing Lian with even more explicit, blunt wording.

On the other side, Su Jin led everyone on a tour, showing them everything except the classified composite board production line.

It was impossible for them to match these veteran elite soldiers who trained daily—yet Su Yang's performance now blinded them.

As a fixed innate talent, if you dare put it on the table, others will instantly pull out Petrified Cards to counter you.

Seeing the livestream chat flooded with requests for voice calls, Zhu Ge reluctantly accepted one.

Jolson followed Gao Yi into the living room, took off his leather shoes, and sat half-reclined on the carpet wearing only black socks.

The man's gaze was gentle, his entire aura cool yet refined, courteous, tender, and gentlemanly.

Virtually all Daoists in the Tian Shi Mansion had either fallen asleep or were meditating deep into the night.

News of Chen Yunyao's visit to Zhou Yang's office spread throughout the county committee building and all subordinate units, all of whom watched silently for developments.

She certainly wouldn't take medicine—the original body was weak with heart problems, but since she took over this body, many of those frail symptoms had gradually faded.

This was precisely why Su Qingli had initially dared give her husband only one drop—she needed to observe the reaction, check for any negative effects.