Shocking! Fire God Zhurong Livestreams Hand-Tearing a Golden Crow!
Zhurong's announcement of "Hand-Tear Golden Crow" was precisely delivered to the eyes of the Demon Emperor Di Jun.
Metaverse, Demon Emperor Fresh Foods Flagship Store.
Di Jun stood with his hands behind his back, surveying rows of top-quality ingredients made up of data streams with the gait of an emperor.
He was in a very good mood.
Since "Demon Emperor Fresh Foods" and Qiankun Food Sage's "Barbecue Seasoning" were bundled together for sale, his Lin Shen Coin turnover has been breaking records every day.
He casually picked up a "Dragon Tendon" formed from a string of data and weighed it in his hand with satisfaction, feeling its heavy weight.
Just then, a brightly lit pop-up ad appeared right in his face.
[Shocking! The God of Fire, Zhurong, is live-streaming himself 'Hand-Tear Golden Crow'! Is this Decadence of Morality or the Extinction of Divinity? Click to enter the Live Broadcast Room and find out!]
Every word in the title transformed into a sharp dagger, piercing deeply into Di Jun's heart.
The smile on his face froze instantly, then shattered.
The surrounding air temperature plummeted, and even the surging data stream slowed down, as if it had been frozen.
The divine light in Di Jun's eyes faded, leaving only unfathomable darkness. He read the title aloud, word by word.
Hand.
Tear.
Gold.
Uh.
"Bang!"
The string of "Dragon Tendon" in his hand was instantly burned into the most primitive data fragments by a runaway Solar True Fire.
"Zhu Rong!"
A suppressed growl squeezed out from between the Demon Emperor's teeth, each syllable carrying the terrifying heat of burning gold and fossils.
The Sun Essence Wheel behind him suddenly erupted with billions of feet of light, and the virtual dome of the entire "Demon Emperor Fresh Foods" supermarket flickered wildly under the impact of this energy, with sharp system alarms resounding throughout this data space.
Three-legged Golden Crow!
His totem is that of the demon race, he is of the same race as Di Jun, and he is the symbol of the Primordial World sun!
Now, that muscle-bound, brainless Witch Clan is going to treat it like a chicken and tear it apart live on air in front of the entire Metaverse?!
This is not a provocation.
This is pressing his demon clan's face to the ground and burning it repeatedly with the All-Heavenly Divine Fire!
"Bai Ze!" Di Jun roared.
The figure of Bai Ze, the strategist of the demon race, emerged from the data stream. He only glanced at Di Jun's face, which was so gloomy it distorted the light, and at the advertisement that terrified him, and knew that something terrible had happened.
"Your Majesty, please calm your anger! This matter..."
Bai Ze hadn't even uttered the word "advice" yet.
Di Jun had already transformed into a golden rainbow tearing through space, carrying with him a furious intent to incinerate all things, and was heading straight for the coordinates of that Live Broadcast Room!
At this moment, the popularity of Zhurong's Live Broadcast Room is soaring at an unprecedented rate.
Countless players and even ghosts and spirits, all eager to see a spectacle, crowded in front of the light screen.
Zhurong, shirtless, had bulging muscles that gleamed with a bronze luster. Bathed in the glow of the All-Heavenly Divine Fire, he exuded a primal, violent beauty.
He was acting like a top-notch live-streaming e-commerce host, spitting as he spoke.
"Family members! Family members! Watch closely!" Zhurong roared at the virtual camera in his booming voice, "Today, I'm going to show you all a special skill, what real 'fire' really is!"
"See this fire on my body? All-Heavenly Divine Fire! The wisp that emerged from the navel of the Great God Pangu! It's unique in the entire Primordial World!"
As he boasted, he actually reached out and picked up a small cluster of purplish-red flames from the flames swirling around his body, showing it to the camera.
Just as all the viewers were anticipating his next move, the "door" to the Live Broadcast Room was smashed open by a force so ruthless and unreasonable!
The golden Solar True Fire forth like a celestial river pouring down, instantly engulfing everything and colliding fiercely with Zhurong's All-Heavenly Divine Fire!
The entire Live Broadcast Room shook violently, countless data streams crashed on the spot, and the screen briefly showed static.
"Zhurong! How dare you!"
Di Jun's figure was bathed in golden divine fire, his imperial majesty pressing down like the collapse of the heavens; he was a sun walking in the world.
The viewers in the Live Broadcast Room immediately went wild.
[Holy crap! The person in question has shown up at our door?! Is this a live stream mishap or scripted?!]
[The Demon Emperor has arrived! This is so exciting! Let's fight! Let's start fighting!]
[I bet on the Demon Emperor to win; being handsome is part of his fighting power!]
When Zhurong saw Di Jun, she felt no guilt whatsoever; on the contrary, her eyes lit up.
Isn't this just walking popularity and traffic?
"Hey! Isn't this Brother Di Jun? You've come at the perfect time!" Zhurong grinned, revealing a simple yet sly smile. "Don't get angry, we call this 'artistic creation,' understand?"
"I don't understand you!" Di Jun was so angry that he could barely maintain his imperial composure. "Stop this farce right now! Immediately! Otherwise, I'll turn this wretched place into real cosmic dust!"
It looks like a battle between two Sages in Live Broadcast Room is about to erupt.
A childlike voice, with a hint of lollipop sweetness, drifted in slowly.
"What are you all arguing about? Uncle Zhurong, didn't you say you were going to roast a big bird for me? Where's the bird?"
Lin Shen had somehow squeezed into the incredibly lively Live Broadcast Room.
He looked around curiously, finally fixing his gaze on the empty "barbecue grill" in front of Zhurong, his little face filled with pure disappointment.
The moment they saw Lin Shen, the tense aura emanating from Di Jun and Zhurong, which was powerful enough to tear apart the Metaverse, deflated instantly like a balloon punctured by a needle.
The raging fury on Di Jun's face transformed into a gentle spring breeze in a fraction of a second.
He appeared in front of Lin Shen in a flash, and magically produced a shimmering feather from his sleeve.
"Shen'er, come here, let Uncle show you a treasure. This is a real Solar Golden Feather, much better looking than that fake bird made of data."
Zhurong scratched his bald head, which had been singed by the flames, and explained somewhat awkwardly, "Young Master, well... the ingredients haven't arrived yet."
"Ingredients?" Lin Shen tilted his head.
Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, his eyes lit up instantly.
He ran up to Zhurong and tugged at Zhurong's trouser leg, which was made of flames.
"Uncle Zhurong, I don't want to watch you roast that big bird anymore."
Zhurong was taken aback.
Di Jun was overjoyed; his Little Ancestor was indeed still on the side of their demon race.
However, Lin Shen's next words plunged everyone present, including the Three Pure Ones who were secretly watching, into a long silence.
Lin Shen stretched out his chubby little finger and pointed to the "Roasted Sweet Potato" chain store opened by Qiankun Food Sage not far away, his little mouth almost drooling.
He announced loudly, in an unquestionable, childlike, innocent tone.
"I want to see you bake that!"
"That big, yellow, soft, and fragrant sweet potato!"
"You have to bake a sweet potato that's bigger than that house!"
"It's done baking, let's share it with everyone!"