A deep voice echoed from above the auction hall: "Step back. You are no match for this guy."

As the words fell, a middle-aged man appeared before the red-haired man, his face calm as he gestured for the surrounding warriors to withdraw.

The warriors from the Eye of God retreated several steps but still remained cautiously vigilant.

The red-haired man looked at the middle-aged man in surprise: "I didn't expect Earth to have someone of your caliber. Not bad, not bad. No wonder that piece of trash earlier got eliminated by you."

The middle-aged man was the Guardian stationed at Heaven Island by the Eye of God, a Peak Demigod Domain expert. Though his strength couldn't compare to Ling Feng's, he was among the top-tier figures in the entire Underworld.

"That's Cresto!" Catherine said with a hint of astonishment. "I didn't expect Cresto to actually be one of the Eye of God's people. Among all the experts in the Demigod Domain, Cresto is also one of the most notable. The Eye of God is truly extraordinary."

At this moment, a young man's voice resonated from every room: "Dear guests, we sincerely apologize, but we must ask all of you to immediately leave the auction hall. A fierce battle is about to erupt here. For your safety, please evacuate quickly!"

Ling Feng and Catherine exchanged a glance before Ling Feng pocketed the meteorite from the table. "Let's go. We should leave for now."

"Is that red-haired guy really powerful?" Catherine asked.

Ling Feng nodded. When he first saw the red-haired man, an ominous premonition arose in his heart. Though he couldn't discern the man's depths, Ling Feng had a feeling that he might not be a match for him!

After Ling Feng and Catherine evacuated the auction hall, a deafening explosion sounded from within, followed by two figures shooting through the roof and facing each other from afar.

Cresto was panting, his gaze filled with grave concern. This red-haired man was simply monstrous—his attacks had no effect on him whatsoever. How was this possible?

"Who are you? Why are you here to disrupt our auction?" Cresto demanded furiously.

The red-haired man ignored Cresto and instead looked around, scanning the area: "I didn't expect that this place, despite its thin Vital Energy, has so many strong individuals. Clearly, I underestimated it!"

Among the retreating crowd, the red-haired man noticed several figures with powerful auras, and even one aura rivaling his own, sparking his interest.

"Forget it. I'm not here to fight with you this time." The red-haired man looked at Cresto and said, "My purpose is to find my own kind, so..."

At this, the red-haired man raised his hand and made a pulling motion, causing a box to suddenly fly up from the group of black-clad individuals below.

The black-clad individuals urgently lunged for the box, with one of them even jumping atop it, exuding the aura of a Demigod Domain expert.

"You think you can stop me? What a joke!" The red-haired man sneered coldly as he observed their attempts to block him.

With a boom, the box below exploded directly, sending its contents flying into the red-haired man's hand.

Those who had been secretly watching were stunned, for what rested in the red-haired man's hand was none other than Da Vinci's *Mona Lisa's Smile*.

Why would this guy take the painting? Could it be that he discovered some hidden secrets within it?

"Let go of that!" The black-clad Demigod Domain expert rushed into the air, shouting at the red-haired man: "Hand over the oil painting and I'll let this slide. Otherwise, you won't escape me!"

The red-haired man ignored the words and closely examined the painting before murmuring to himself: "Ah, so that's it… so that's it!"

With that, the red-haired man clenched his fingers forcefully. With a sharp sound, *Mona Lisa's Smile*, a painting that had shocked the world, was destroyed in an instant.

"No, you lunatic!" The black-clad man cried out in anguish, while others watching from the shadows shook their heads in disbelief. That was over seven billion US Dollars!

However, something shocking occurred—the destroyed painting did not completely disintegrate. Instead, its fragments began to whirl in the air, each emitting a faint luminescence that seemed to carry some mysterious power.

After ten breaths, the fragments regrouped in midair, forming a disk covered in intricate patterns and vibrant colors that seemed to draw the onlookers deeply into its allure.

"This..." Everyone was stunned, even the black-clad man, who stared wide-eyed in astonishment.

"Break!" The red-haired man pressed his finger onto the center of the disk, whereupon an intense light burst forth, piercing the clouds with immense radiance.

With a boom, the disk began to rotate slowly, and moments later, a pair of slender, alabaster-white hands extended out from its center.

Soon after, the disk expanded, and a classical beauty emerged from within.

"What's happening?" The crowd was dumbstruck. Why had a woman appeared? And why did this woman seem so familiar?

"Isn't she... Mona Lisa?" Cresto couldn't help but exclaim. "But how could this be happening!"

The woman from the painting had somehow been resurrected and now stood before everyone, leaving many unable to believe their eyes.

"My heavens... I must be hallucinating!" Catherine stared in shock at the scene. "Ling Feng, are you seeing this? Mona Lisa not only exists but has come out of the painting. This is…"

Ling Feng lightly patted Catherine and then frowned as he turned his gaze to the sky. Things were becoming more and more interesting.

"Where's Da Vinci?" Mona Lisa stretched lazily and looked around before asking, "And who are you people? Where is that scoundrel Da Vinci?"

The red-haired man tilted his head thoughtfully as he looked at Mona Lisa and chuckled. "Missy, the Da Vinci you speak of likely died hundreds of years ago. I don't know why you were sealed in this painting, but now..."

Before the red-haired man could finish speaking, Mona Lisa struck him square in the chest with her palm, sending him flying dozens of meters before he managed to steady himself.

"Don't assume that freeing me from the painting gives you the right to talk however you please!" Mona Lisa said coldly, her gaze sharp on the red-haired man. "You're nothing but a mongrel experiment, yet you dare act so arrogant?"

The red-haired man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his golden eyes gleaming icily. "Missy, I'm delighted to inform you that you've successfully provoked me. I'll make sure you understand what despair truly feels like!"

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