"..."
Saito Heihachi's face turned green, then white.
Predicting Xia Kingdom's destruction in front of the Yang God Lord—how was that any different from asking him to die?
Back when he had been young and hot-blooded, he had actually dared to post that prophecy directly online and had nearly lost his life.
Luckily, both sides had only traded insults back then, and it had stopped at a war of words.
If it had happened later, he might have been split into two pieces by now—one southern half and one northern half.
At this point, of course Saito Heihachi did not dare bring it up again.
But the Yang God Lord had already said it...
"That prophecy back then was due to my lack of skill. If I offended you..."
Fang Yi raised his head and glanced at him.
"I'll make the prophecy again right now!"
Saito Heihachi immediately yielded.
"However, making prophecies consumes my life force. That previous prophecy about Xia Kingdom directly took thirty years off my lifespan. If I make another one now, I'm afraid this dying body of mine won't be able to endure it..."
Fang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly. "Thirty years? How old are you now?"
"Twenty-five."
A hint of melancholy appeared on Saito Heihachi's wrinkled face.
The corner of Fang Yi's mouth twitched slightly.
His hair and beard were completely white, and he looked decrepit.
And he called himself twenty-five?
He was practically in the grave already.
That also answered one question: why, after opening a social media account and making a single prophecy about Xia Kingdom, this man had never posted another update, leaving Xia Kingdom's people punching cotton.
Because he had no life left.
One more prophecy and he would die.
Prophecy was, after all, an incredibly terrifying top-tier ability. If it