The Game Returns: On the Matter of Loving to Play

At the entrance to the Immortal Sect Enforcement Team, vast buildings stood leaning every which way, swept through by evil aura. The entire area was sealed off by a towering mass of sinister energy.

A young goat demon stood in the void, tufts of wool drifting in the wind as he let out a chilling voice.

"Haha, it's my favorite kind of game setting again. I've thought of a new way to play. Today, you all have to play with me!" The goat demon revealed boundless excitement and madness.

With a casual wave of his large hand, he divided everyone in the stronghold into ten groups, each imprisoned within a Demon Goat Prison.

"Evil demon, who exactly are you?"

"Attacking an Immortal Sect stronghold—aren't you afraid of the Immortal Sect holding you accountable?"

An Enforcement Elder flew into a rage.

Slap!

The goat demon sent him flying with one strike. Resentful energy invaded his mind, and in an instant blood flowed from his seven orifices. He crashed into the ruins and could not rise again.

"Behave yourselves. I came to invite you to play my game. You may speak only when I permit it, understand?"

"No sense of the rules!"

The goat demon's eyes gleamed with intelligence, his pupils spinning wildly as he looked toward the highest-ranked person present: an old man in star-patterned robes from the Gate of Stars, a Heaven Piercing Realm cultivator.

"Old man, you look like you hold a high position. You'll start the first round."

"The rules are simple. I have a copper coin in my hand. If you guess which hand it is in, you only need to answer one question for me, and I'll release one group. On the other hand... if you guess wrong... one group will die, and you must choose