"However, before that, all of you must die!" Young Lord Ghost Luck abruptly stopped laughing and gave a cruel smile.
The look he gave Ye Xiwen was incomparably cold. It was not hatred, but disregard—the feeling a person had when facing food. What feelings would a person have toward their own food?
In Young Lord Ghost Luck's eyes, Ye Xiwen was merely nourishment. He would devour Ye Xiwen's luck to achieve himself; when the fortunes of the myriad worlds gathered upon him, that would be the day he attained the Dao.
This was also an unorthodox path to attaining the Dao, yet it was an exceedingly formidable one.
Rumble!
His aura rose bit by bit, the rumbling like thunder cracking across clear skies. Wave after wave of powerful pressure surged toward Ye Xiwen like mountains collapsing and seas overturning.
"Urgh!" Ye Xiwen clenched his teeth. The golden divinity around him began to boil, refusing to yield as it contended against it.
Ye Xiwen's gaze was incomparably resolute, yet he also knew that Young Lord Ghost Luck was likely even stronger than Elder Xuanting. In terms of terror, he surpassed him by another degree.
Swish!
In practically an instant, Young Lord Ghost Luck appeared before Ye Xiwen. Circles of golden radiance began to spread from his eyes, enveloping Ye Xiwen.
"Ye Xiwen, be careful! That is his method for plundering luck. Do not let it cover you!" Bai Jiansheng hurriedly shouted.
"Too late. Hand over your luck obediently!" Young Lord Ghost Luck burst into laughter. He was in no hurry to personally deal with Ye Xiwen. Once he had devoured all of Ye Xiwen's luck, Ye Xiwen would naturally get himself killed without Young Lord Ghost Luck needing to lift a hand.
Ye Xiwen immediately felt a terrifying and bizarre force