In the main arena's spectator stands, Ye Wuqing and Yu Mengdi's eyes lit up. Their breathing quickened, and their eyes turned into little gold coins.
"Brother Ye, I... how much did I bet?" Yu Mengdi asked, still dazed.
Ye Wuqing swallowed. "We both went all in with five hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins."
Yu Mengdi silently counted on her fingers, then cried out, "Our net profit is four million. We each won two million, while Senior Guang Yu made a net profit of twenty million."
As they said this, their heads buzzed.
They'd won four million Gold Soul Coins just like that? No wonder so many people did nothing but gamble here all day.
This was far too easy!
Nearby, Guangyu Douluo smiled and looked at Cheng Gang. "Guardian Douluo, it seems you misjudged things. Hahaha, just like that, five million in chips has vanished into thin air."
Cheng Gang's face twitched violently. He was furious.
His face had turned bright red.
That five-ringed loser had been beaten by a four-ringed Soul Ancestor. He'd truly brought shame on the Vajra Bear Family—and on Immovable Bright King Zhao Wuji, a figure from ten thousand years ago.
Losing so many Gold Soul Coins pained Cheng Gang, even as an honored guest of the Star Luo Empire.
Worse, he was being mocked by a powerful stranger.
The other man knew who he was, but he didn't know the other man.
Damn it! Damn it all!
The more Cheng Gang thought about it, the angrier he became. He swept his sleeve and said coolly, "It's only five million in chips. I have plenty of money. I refuse to believe I can lose it all in one night."
Guangyu Douluo smiled.
Yu Mengdi smiled, too.
Ye Wuqing was thrilled.
Then the three happily went to exchange their chips at the Soul Tool counter.
After they'd exchanged their chips, Ye Que returned with a grin and asked, "So, how much did we win? How much did we make?"
Yu Mengdi immediately leaned close to Ye Que's ear and whispered, "We won four million! Senior Guang Yu won twenty million."
Even Ye Que, who'd seen his fair share, couldn't help drawing in a sharp breath at that number.
This was far too easy!
So this was how you made money.
If they kept fighting, could they earn enough for a Snow Empress Embryo in one night?
Ye Que's greed was stirred. He turned and said, "I'm going to fight a few more matches. Tonight, I'm setting a modest goal: make a hundred million first."
But just then, Guang Yu stopped Ye Que.
"Senior, is there a problem?" Ye Que asked.
Guangyu Douluo shook his head. He didn't think there was a problem, and patiently explained, "You're drawing too much attention right now. Wait a bit. Let Little Ye and Little Meng go up next."
Ye Que nodded along.
An hour later, several Soul Fighting matches had ended in the main arena.
Ye Wuqing decisively rose from his seat and headed for the one-on-one battle entrance.
Ye Que and the others quietly placed their bets behind him, going all in on Ye Wuqing.
Cheng Gang glanced at them, his expression darkening.
He refused to believe this group was so strong they could keep pulling off upsets.
Then Cheng Gang once again bet on Ye Wuqing's opponent to win, putting down two million.
Half an hour later, the match began. Ye Wuqing's opponent was a Level 61 Tool Soul Master.
The moment the battle began, the two launched into a fierce fight.
The Golden Leaf Martial Soul in Ye Wuqing's hands was incredibly sharp. His strengths lay almost entirely in speed and offense, and his fighting style resembled that of the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum.
His control over Soul Skills, battle experience, and Soul Ring configuration all far surpassed those of a self-taught Soul Emperor.
Ye Wuqing had trained at a high-level Soul Master Academy in the Heaven Dou Empire. How could his strength be lacking?
The spectators who'd bet on the Soul Emperor to win looked troubled, some even frantic.
The newcomer had pulled off another upset!
They were done for. Their coins...
After more than a hundred exchanges, Ye Wuqing used his overwhelming strength to suppress his opponent and kill him, winning the match.
Cheers erupted from the stands. Those who'd bet on Ye Wuqing had won big.
Ye Que and the others had made a killing, too.
Another win!
In the stands, Cheng Gang's face turned as dark as water. He slammed a palm down and shattered the table.
He'd lost again.
Useless! Every last one of them!
They couldn't even beat a Golden Leaf Plant-type Martial Soul. Useless!
He hadn't even warmed his seat before losing another two million Gold Soul Coins. How was he supposed to explain this to the princess when he returned?
Just then, Guangyu Douluo turned around and taunted him. "Guardian Douluo, your judgment seems rather poor. Are you still going to keep opposing us?"
Cheng Gang's expression remained impassive. "I'll see it through to the end."
Nearby, Ye Que held back a laugh and said nothing.
He hadn't expected Cheng Gang to be here, too.
The man really had no brains. He was one of the stupidest people in the Peerless Era.
First, he'd mistaken a transformed Soul Beast for something else. Now Guang Yu had goaded him into squandering his money.
Yeah... he belonged at the same table as Tang Ya.
After his war of words with Cheng Gang, Guangyu Douluo and the others went back to watching the fights, placing a bet now and then.
The battles grew more and more intense. There were even life-and-death matches between seven-ringed powerhouses, their fights raging fiercely. The stands were just as heated, and gamblers jumped to their feet to cheer the fighters on.
The whole arena grew livelier by the minute, with deafening cheers.
At that moment.
In a VIP box reserved for guests on the second floor of the main arena, a sinister-looking old man held two beauties in his arms. His shadowy gaze was fixed on Ye Que.
He was Nangong Wan, the Holy Spirit Cult's Second Elder. The Cult Leader had sent him out to raise funds for the Holy Spirit Cult's construction.
But he hadn't expected to lose twenty million Gold Soul Coins after only a short while of gambling.
The ones who'd made Nangong Wan go bankrupt overnight were Ye Que and his group.
Not only had he failed to raise any money, he'd also lost the Cult's construction fund. When he returned to headquarters, the Cult Leader would skin him alive.
Damn it! (It's a kind of plant.)
The more Nangong Wan thought about it, the angrier he became. He shoved the beauty in his arms aside and sprang to his feet, entertaining the idea of killing these ants.
But he quickly suppressed it.
That old fellow sitting beside Tang Yin seemed to be a Titled Douluo, and a powerful one at that.
Nangong Wan was only a Level 92 Titled Douluo. He wasn't sure he could beat the other man.
But he had to win that money back.
Nangong Wan glanced toward the room beside the VIP box and called, "Yan Feng, get over here!"
He was calling for the Holy Spirit Cult squad that had come with him on the mission.
Yan Feng was a personal disciple of Cult Leader Zhongli Wu. His Martial Soul was the top-grade Bone Dragon, and he was now a Level 58 Soul King.
Yan Feng then led the Holy Spirit Cult squad over to Nangong Wan and clasped his hands. "What orders do you have, Second Elder?"
Nangong Wan pointed to the arena below. "Register under new identities and enter the fights. I'm in a bad mood because I lost money. Go win it back."
Yan Feng's mouth twitched. He wasn't very happy about it.
He was the Cult Leader's personal disciple. Being ordered around by an elder was bound to make him uncomfortable.
But obeying the Second Elder was also his master's instruction.
"Understood. Wait for word from me!"
Yan Feng bowed slightly, then led the Holy Spirit Cult squad to join the fights, planning to kill a few people for fun while they were at it. The souls of Soul Masters at their level were precious to them.
In the main arena's spectator stands, Ye Que suddenly sensed a powerful mental force sweep over him.
The sensation made him deeply uncomfortable, even repulsed—so much so that he couldn't help wanting to strike back.
Only an Evil Martial Soul could make him feel such disgust.
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