Qing Yun looked at Lu Yin. "And you? What number?"
Lu Yin smiled. "Five."
The female disciple glanced at Lu Yin in surprise. That was the number she had just guessed.
Ying Mei's heart sank. She sensed something was wrong, but couldn't say what.
Qian Shu furrowed his brows, staring at Qing Yun's hand.
Qing Yun looked up. "This concerns several people's lives. You don't want to confirm?"
"No need." The female disciple was certain. Just moments ago, a sudden impulse had come over her, as if someone had told her in the depths of her mind that the number was six. She didn't know where that urge had come from. She only knew she had to say six—six would definitely win.
Ying Mei took a deep breath. "I confirm."
Lu Yin nodded. "I confirm."
Under everyone's gaze, Qing Yun slowly opened her palm. The dice showed five.
In an instant, Ying Mei's face turned deathly pale. Impossible.
The experts from Spring and Autumn Jian were all aghast. How could this happen?
The female disciple's legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground. How could this be? How could this be? She was supposed to win.
Lu Siyu cheered. "That's wonderful! We won!"
Ming Xiao Long let out a breath of relief. That had scared her half to death. She had thought they were sure to lose.
Lu Yin smiled faintly and looked at Ying Mei. "Your lives belong to me now." With that, he stepped forward. Before anyone could react, he appeared right in front of Granny Ya and brought down his palm, killing her on the spot.
Granny Ya was horrified. The blood tower behind her expanded, and she spat out a mouthful of blood. "Nine Heavens Supreme—Blood Tower!"
At the same time, she wrote in the