Gambling Money, Gambling Lives (2)

Oh no! Everyone's heart was in their throats.

Ding Wei himself was terrified. He had never experienced being surrounded by so many flying swords before. The fight had just begun, and it had already turned into this situation—what was the point of continuing?! Eight spinning blue throwing knives swiftly returned from the gaps between the densely packed flying swords, circling and dancing around him, trying to protect him.

However, the area that eight flying knives could protect was really limited. No matter how fast they were, it would be difficult to block the simultaneous attack of hundreds of flying swords. There would always be gaps! So without saying a word, he instantly released his protective Gang Qi.

Yue Qianchou stared at him with a disdainful expression, his flying sword poised to strike, but he didn't attack, as if he was waiting for Yue Qianchou to prepare his defense.

Such actions clearly demonstrated his confidence, and everyone sighed inwardly, fearing that Ding Wei's chances of survival were slim. Furong gently patted her chest; she too could tell her man was destined to win. Nong Zhu made no comment; this situation was within his expectations. If he couldn't even handle a Nascent Soul Realm, then Yue Qianchou wouldn't deserve to be the disciple of the Number One Expert Under Heaven.

"I really don't understand. There are even Tribulation Transcendence stage cultivators here, and they don't come out. What are you, a Nascent Soul Realm stage cultivator, doing here? Aren't you just playing with your life? Can you tell me why?" Yue Qianchou asked, looking puzzled.

Ding Wei roared, "Yue Qianchou, stop putting on airs! It's not certain who will win or lose yet!" The eight blue flying knives spun faster and faster, moving rapidly outside the protective Gang Qi.

"Killing you is as easy as taking candy from a baby. How could your few broken blades possibly stop me?" Yue Qianchou narrowed his eyes and said, "But I'll give you a chance to live. Do you want it?"

The atmosphere in the arena had finally calmed down, with only the whooshing sounds of the blue blades filling the air. Everyone listened intently, waiting for Ding Wei's reply. Ding Wei didn't answer immediately, clearly somewhat tempted by Yue Qianchou's words, but he certainly couldn't show weakness directly. He immediately shouted, "Speak your mind, don't beat around the bush."

"You always have to pay the price for doing something wrong." Yue Qianchou pointed two fingers at the ground and sneered, "Admit you're trash, kneel down and beg for mercy, and I'll spare your life."

A gasp rippled through the crowd; this guy was far too arrogant. However, Ding Wei, surrounded by flying swords, remained silent. Because there were so many swords, no one could see his expression. The crowd exchanged bewildered glances. Could Ding Wei really agree to do this?

Little did they know that Ding Wei was trembling with rage, unable to utter a word, as the other party had clearly humiliated him in public. This could be seen as Yue Qianchou's revenge on the one who had provoked them first.

"Not going to speak?" Yue Qianchou chuckled. "It's alright if you die, but it's a pity that you'll leave your sect with a mountain of debt after you die. Luckily, the Great Venerable doesn't want any interest on your debt."

"Yue Qianchou, you die!" Ding Wei finally roared angrily, and eight blue blades swept over in an arc with a sharp whistling sound.

Yue Qianchou flicked his finger. Dozens of flying swords shot out and immediately entangled the blue blade. He said coldly, "I have to admit that if you encountered another Nascent Soul Realm, your eight blue blades would indeed pose a great threat to them, making it difficult for them to defend themselves on all sides. Unfortunately for you, you've encountered me, who only has eight blue blades."

As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his sleeve, and a dark shadow flashed out, shooting into the encirclement of swords. Before anyone could figure out what was happening, a shrill scream suddenly rang out, "Ah..." The eight blue blades also suddenly fell limply to the ground, reforming into one before landing with a "clink."

Everyone was shocked, but Yue Qianchou casually waved his hand, retracting the black shadow that had been shot out. The swords instantly surged violently. A cloud of red mist began to spread, and a thick stench of blood filled the entire hall.

After hundreds of cyan flying swords flashed back into Yue Qianchou's sleeve, Ding Wei had already disappeared. Everyone immediately understood that Ding Wei had been pulverized by the flying swords, and the thick smell of blood was... The crowd stirred their hands, forcing the disgusting blood mist out of the hall.

Yue Qianchou picked up the blue sword from the ground and examined it. He then casually tossed it into his Storage Bag. When everyone looked at him again, they felt a chill run down their spines; what incredible sword control!

Yue Qianchou walked up to Wen Rui and said with a smile, "I won, these Spirit Stones are mine." Wen Rui didn't say a word or express any opinion. Whoever won could just come and take them. As a Nascent Spirit Transformation stage expert, how could he really help these people with this? His role was simply to keep the items nearby so no one would dare to snatch them.

He picked up two Storage Bag and waved them at the crowd with a show of bravado, saying, "Anyone still not Qi Ingestion? Bring on the money, gamble with your life, I'll continue to play along."

He sat back down, clutching his Storage Bag and counting Spirit Stone as he continued, "Those who don't have money can borrow from the Great Venerable. On his territory, a million or two, or even a hundred million, wouldn't be a problem. Hurry up, or you'll miss your chance." Mi Rushan stared at him indifferently.

No one would accuse him of spouting nonsense anymore. They looked at each other, and finally their gazes fell on the few cultivators who early Tribulation stage Realm. Unfortunately, no one stepped forward to take the lead like Ding Wei.

Yue Qianchou put away one of his Storage Bag and glanced at everyone. He thought to himself, "Since I'm not going to be free anyway, I might as well come looking for you. Starting today, I'm going to wreak havoc. I'll turn this place upside down, or I'm not Yue Qianchou."

"You're still not Qi Ingestion when I call you trash. Shouting is useless. Show me what you've got." Yue Qianchou put the Storage Bag he had earned back on the coffee table next to Wen Rui and pointed at it, saying, "If you have the guts, take some money and gamble. If you don't, then go around me from now on. Don't bark like a dog. What a bunch of trash."

"Whoa..." The entire arena erupted in cheers, finally enraged, and everyone stood up. Nong Zhu looked on in astonishment, thinking to himself, "Has this kid gone mad? Saying such things, does he want to oppose the entire Cultivation World?"

But that wasn't the craziest part. Yue Qianchou stood up, pointed at the crowd with his finger, and said with a contemptuous expression, "Don't be so Qi Ingestion. I'm too lazy to fight you one by one. As long as you can afford it, you can all come at me at once. I'll take you all on by myself."

Wen Rui and Nong Zhu exchanged bewildered glances, Wenrui seemingly asking Nong Zhu who this kid really was. This kid was far too arrogant! Everyone here represented a faction; wasn't he offending all the countries at once? Did he even want to stay in the community after this? Nong Zhu shook his head with a wry smile.

Furong's mouth formed a circle. Although she didn't know the origins of these people, she was still frightened by Yue Qianchou's words.

No sooner had he finished speaking than three people suddenly appeared from the crowd almost simultaneously. They glanced at each other in astonishment, clearly not expecting such a coincidence, and it seemed as if they were planning a three-on-one fight. For a moment, they were stunned, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

"It's alright, it's alright. I'm a man of my word, what I say is what I say, all three of you come at me!" Yue Qianchou's warlike nature was fully unleashed, and he was filled with fighting spirit, ready to put his years of hard training to the test. To be honest, ever since he single-handedly defeated two late Tribulation Transcendence stage Transcending cultivators, he no longer took ordinary cultivators seriously. Fighting someone like Ding Wei was simply not enough for him.

However, he didn't get too excited. He pointed to the Storage Bag on the coffee table and said, "Put down one million high-grade Spirit Stones and that counts as one person. If you don't have Spirit Stone, go back."

Since he'd said that, who would be polite to him? After witnessing Yue Qianchou's prowess, none of the three were confident they could defeat him. However, as cultivators in the Tribulation Transcendence stage, they felt they couldn't hold their heads high back if they didn't step forward, so they were forced to come out. Now, this was exactly what the three wanted.

A person dressed in a light blue robe walked over. Yue Qianchou narrowed his eyes slightly; this outfit looked familiar! Sure enough, the person said in a deep voice, "Yan Feng, early Tribulation stage cultivator from the Xiushui Kingdom, seeks your guidance." He then bowed to the two Spirit Transformation stage and took out a Storage Bag, placing it next to Wen Rui.

"Wu Yankai, a cultivator in the early Tribulation stage from the Tuan Kingdom, seeks your guidance." A man in black robes also placed down a Storage Bag.

"Yuan Tonghai, a cultivator in the early Tribulation stage from the Xiya Kingdom, seeks your guidance." A gray-robed man, like the previous two, left behind Storage Bag.

With three Tribulation Transcendence stage attacking together, that kid is in for a world of hurt. The crowd erupted in cheers, each one standing up with great satisfaction, eagerly anticipating the trio's Yue Qianchou and brutal demise.

"Looks like there are still a few rich people." Yue Qianchou stood up excitedly, thinking that he could finally have a good fight.

Suddenly, a figure flashed out from among the group. Mi Rushan said expressionlessly, "Hold your fire. This is the Great Yang Kingdom's palace. It can't withstand your disturbances. Let's find another place. Come with me." After saying that, he took the lead and flashed out of the palace, flying away into the air.

The group exchanged glances, each grabbing their own Storage Bag and following. Before leaving, Yue Qianchou told Furong that he was going to follow Senior Nong Zhu.

The group scattered in a huff. They rushed out of the hall and flew away in a flurry. In the blink of an eye, only Nong Zhu, Wen Rui, Wen Bai, and Furong remained in the hall, along with a dozen or so disciples from Guangzhao Peak who were at a loss.

Wen Rui asked Nong Zhu, "What should we do?" Nong Zhu rubbed her hands and laughed, "This kid is a bit too arrogant. He's taken some strong medicine today. Let's go check on him." With that, she flashed and grabbed Furong's hand, and they flew away together. Wen Rui shook his head with a wry smile, beckoned to Wen Bai, and the two of them followed.

The main hall suddenly became empty, with tables and chairs scattered about, leaving only a dozen or so Foundation Establishment Realm disciples looking at each other in bewilderment.

The ordinary people in the palace didn't notice, but some cultivators did, and they didn't know what had happened. On the various martial arts arenas, the competition had already begun. Zhang Peng, who had just won a match with a few punches and kicks, also noticed the group of cultivators flying away. He wanted to go and see, but remembering that his master wouldn't allow him to go, he could only suppress his anger and continue his martial arts competition among the mortals.

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