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Brothers, don’t miss out as you pass by!
Cao Juan Dao Ren is going head-to-head with Feng Shui Evil Master!
Look at all these special effects! Many of you have doubted our identities, but now as your agent, I, Black Cripple, am here to report exclusively. If you have any commissions in the future, make sure to recognize me!
He aimed at the camera, revealing a set of pearly white teeth.
The live stream's viewership skyrocketed instantly, surpassing one hundred thousand.
Wow, are you serious, man?
No way, you really should be ashamed!
Even after all this fighting, you're still trying to cash in?
Wow, wow! Is that Cao Juan Dao Ren? He looks so young! Mom, I’ve made it; I’ve seen Daoist Zuo’s profile!
Bro, you're really going all out for views. No more chatter; let’s get you a Chuan Yun Jian!
A golden Fulu rocket effect instantly dominated the screen.
Wow, that's just ruthless!
One tourist exclaimed in shock.
What’s Chuan Yun Jian compared to what I’m about to do? I’m giving my bro a whole golden dragon! Another wealthy patron emerged dramatically.
The dragon, entirely golden and roaring towards the sky, swayed its spear-like tail and completely overshadowed the Chuan Yun Jian.
A tourist asked: Bro, can you tell me how much this golden dragon costs? I need to know so I can give up!
The wealthy patron casually replied: Just wow!
The tourist immediately fell silent.
Suddenly, a wave of comments flooded in: "My heart finally died!"
In an instant, Black Cripple’s follower count surged from a mere few to over one hundred ten thousand and was still climbing.
Black Cripple set up a betting mode regarding whether Zuo Ci could defeat Feng Shui Evil Master.
If you think he can win, bet on the red marker; if not, bet on the blue marker.
The red side quickly amassed ten thousand Dao Coins.
The blue side only had a few hundred Dao Coins.
It seems many tourists have quite a bit of faith in Zuo Ci’s abilities.
Bro, this isn’t fun anymore!
A player named Dao Zu Qie Chang left this comment and then placed a bet of one hundred thousand on the blue side.
Who is this Dao Zu Qie Chang? Did his family’s three-thousand-meter estate get demolished or something? A curious tourist wondered.
Of course, some knowledgeable tourists seemed familiar with this account.
They were astonished: Da Xia Zhan Gui Ren, Captain of 【Qing Ming】Team Qingming, Jiang Qingtong, even this big shot has entered the fray?
Hehehe!
A player named Nan Er You Jian Cang Ku Dang had just typed three "ha" characters and placed a bet of one hundred thousand on the blue side. Who was this esteemed figure? Which father could reveal his identity? Many spectators began to quietly anticipate the unfolding drama.
Black Cripple stared blankly at the viewer count displayed above the livestream, currently showing a staggering number of viewers. What was going on? Had I become popular?
Insiders revealed that this player, Nan Er You Jian Cang Ku Dang, was actually Da Xia Zhan Gui Ren, the captain of Team Qingming, Xiang Ying Tian! Wow, this livestream had attracted the attention of two official big shots; it truly lived up to Daoist Zuo's reputation!
Black Cripple understood what these spectators wanted to see. The camera switched angles, focusing on the duel area.
Zuo Ci maintained an expression as calm as a still pond as he gazed at the Ancient Bronze Coin Shadow in the sky. He chuckled, "Old Senior still has some tricks up his sleeve; it seems I underestimated you!"
The old man smiled slightly. "Lao Fu, Du Yuqing, please send Daoist Zuo to his demise!" With another step forward, the Three-Legged Ghost Toad seemed to come alive, extending a tongue sharp as a spear, laced with Sha Qi, aimed directly at Zuo Ci's head.
Zuo Ci smiled lightly. He had somehow acquired this remnant of an ancient treasure; it truly was a stroke of luck. However, Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures rightfully belonged to those capable of wielding them. I believe this item is fated to be mine!
He gestured with his fingers, pointing gently toward the sky. The shadows beneath him bubbled like boiling water, writhing and splitting apart. From within the shadows emerged grotesque Evil Spirit Heads, their faces twisted in rage and resentment.
It seemed as if beneath Zuo Ci's feet lay the entrance to hell. These imprisoned Xiong Ling were desperately trying to break free from their confines.
The shadows began to expand and extend, an evil black mist rising up and reaching out with tendrils resembling rubber limbs, lunging toward the old man. What kind of Evil Arts was this?
The old man stared in shock at the black tendrils that could ignore the pressure of the bronze coin and even the pure yang energy of Golden Silk Nanmu as they reached for him.
"Daoist Zuo," he scoffed lightly, "if you think you can exchange injuries for injuries, you might be miscalculating your odds. As for Feng Shui Masters, I won't say much else, but this protective treasure is certainly substantial!"
With a soft huff, a pale white jade tortoise shell appeared before him. The surface of the shell was mottled with intricate patterns and emitted an Azure Jade Luster as it transformed into a protective barrier.
The moment the black tendrils made contact with the barrier, they emitted piercing wails and revealed distorted ghostly faces. The old man couldn't help but feel a surge of pride.
He was eager to witness how Daoist Zuo would be pierced through the head by the ghostly Toad's tongue. This creature was a deity he worshipped, harboring a Xiong Ling with profound Dao Xing that nearly reached the realm of returning to reality from emptiness. If it weren't for encountering Gui Dao Ren today, he wouldn't have dared to reveal this trump card so easily.
Outside the live stream.
In a secluded area on the outskirts, a young man dressed in a crimson-purple robe adorned with the Yin-Yang Bagua watched the screen intently. His expression shifted between gloom and brightness.
Especially when he saw Zuo Ci unleash his Shen Tong, his face suddenly darkened. "Dao Domain? This guy can actually condense such an evil Dao Domain. How many people has he killed?"
Would Zuo Ci lose?
The young man shook his head. The Feng Shui Master might not be particularly powerful, but he had a legitimate lineage and was not far from the Earth Master Realm. He could harness the Earth Vein Dragon Qi to nurture his Xiong Ling.
That was a clever move, and he truly deserved to die for it. However, he had once entered the Earth Master Realm.
As for Zuo Ci, this young man had already reached the Dao Summit in terms of reputation.
The Dao Domain's Shen Tong was far more than just that.
The Dao Domain was the manifestation of a cultivator's own path of cultivation, akin to the Magic Circle spoken of by Western Mages. It was a realm passed down through generations among Eastern Continent's Onmyoji.
It possessed the power to change the world.
How could it possibly be so weak?
Since he had cultivated a Dao Domain, he surely possessed a Fate Dao Artifact. This was not merely a magical treasure; it was something that intertwined with the very life of the cultivator.
Is that so?
Zuo Ci suddenly revealed a lazy expression and said, "I originally thought you were quite formidable and wanted to open the Kai Yan realm, but it seems you can only achieve this much. What a pity!"
He chuckled and extended his palm, brushing it across his brow.
A blood-red gourd phantom floated behind him.
Then, he took out a yellow Fulu from his pocket, bit his fingertip, and wrote down the two characters "Hu Xin."
Instantly, the old man's heart shrank violently.
An invisible sense of being watched enveloped him like thorns in his back.
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