At that moment, the atmosphere in the Adventurers' Guild hall was heavy.
Because of what the receptionist had said, a crowd of adventurers stared fixedly at Cui Ciyou, their dangerous gazes mingling greed with an eagerness to act.
Dozens of eyes roamed over him like hungry wolves.
Some even unconsciously tightened their grips on the weapons at their waists, their Adam's apples bobbing as they calculated when to strike.
Most adventurers lived on the edge of a blade, and money was their ultimate goal.
There were also people like Alice and Dak, who became adventurers purely for their ideals and dreams, but they were a minority.
And now, a living, breathing "enormous bounty" stood before them, more tempting than any elusive legend.
Yet just as that restless excitement was about to boil over, an invisible pressure, vast as mountains and seas, came crashing down!
"Humm-!"
Everyone in the hall except Cui Ciyou and his companions heard that sound inside their heads.
[Mental power-link-pressure-activate]
Cui Ciyou stood quietly where he was, his eyes taking on a color that seemed almost tangible.
Centered on him, a terrifying surge of mental power swept through the entire hall like a tide.
The weaker adventurers felt as though an invisible sledgehammer had smashed into their heads. Instantly dizzy, their ears ringing incessantly, they staggered backward with pale faces.
Even the stronger ones felt as though a giant hand had seized their minds, making it unbearably difficult to breathe.
Under that pressure, the greed and murderous intent deep within them abruptly transformed into pure terror.
The temperature in the entire hall seemed to plummet by more than ten degrees. The noisy chatter stopped dead, leaving only heavy breathing and stifled groans.
"Gulp." A burly man swallowed with difficulty, the hand gripping his battle-axe trembling