Won Big, The Holy Spirit Cult Elder's Gaze

In the spectator stands of the main arena, the eyes of Ye Wuqing and Yu Mengdi lit up, their breathing quickening as their pupils transformed into the shape of little gold coins.

"Brother Ye, I... how much did I bet?" Yu Mengdi asked, feeling somewhat dazed.

Ye Wuqing swallowed hard and said, "We both went all-in with five hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins."

After hearing this, Yu Mengdi silently counted on her fingers and exclaimed, "The net profit is four million; we each won two million, while Senior Guangyu made a net profit of twenty million."

When these words were spoken, both of their heads were buzzing.

They had won four million Gold Soul Coins just like that? No wonder so many people did nothing but gamble here all day long.

This money was earned far too quickly!

Beside them, Guangyu Douluo chuckled, looked at Cheng Gang not far away, and laughed, "Protector Douluo, it seems your judgment was off, ha ha ha. Five million in chips have just vanished into thin air."

Cheng Gang's face twitched violently, and he was absolutely livid.

His face had turned beet red.

That five-ringed piece of trash had been defeated by a four-ringed Soul Ancestor; it was truly a disgrace to the Vajra Bear Family and a disgrace to the Immovable Bright King Zhao Wuji from ten thousand years ago.

Having lost so many Gold Soul Coins, even Cheng Gang, who served as a consultant for the Star Luo Empire, felt a sharp pang of pain.

The key was that he was being mocked by a stranger.

The other party knew him, yet he did not know the other party.

Dammit, dammit all!

The more Cheng Gang thought about it, the angrier he became. He flicked his large sleeves and said coldly, "It is merely five million in chips. This old man has plenty of money; I do not believe I can lose it all in one night."

Guangyu Douluo smiled.

Yu Mengdi smiled as well.

Ye Wuqing felt great.

Afterward, the three of them happily went to the Soul Tool to exchange their chips.

Once their chips were exchanged, Ye Que returned with a smile and asked, "How was it? How much did we win? How much money did we make?"

Yu Mengdi immediately leaned close to Ye Que's ear and whispered, "We won four million! Senior Guangyu won twenty million."

Hearing this figure, even Ye Que, who had seen his fair share of the world, couldn't help but gasp.

This money came in way too fast!

So this was how one could rake in cash.

If they kept fighting like this, wouldn't they be able to earn enough for a Snow Empress embryo in a single night?

Ye Que's inner desires were stirred, and he turned around, saying, "I'm going to fight a few more matches. Let's set a small goal for tonight: earn one hundred million first."

However, at this moment, Guangyu stopped Ye Que.

"Senior, is something wrong?" Ye Que asked.

Guangyu Douluo shook his head, not feeling that anything was wrong, and explained patiently, "Your momentum is too high right now. Wait a moment; let Little Ye and Little Meng go next."

Ye Que nodded in agreement.

An hour passed, and several soul duels concluded in the main arena.

Ye Wuqing decisively rose from his seat and headed toward the one-on-one combat tunnel.

Ye Que and his group silently placed their bets from behind, going all-in on Ye Wuqing.

Cheng Gang glanced at the group silently, his expression involuntarily turning a shade uglier.

He refused to believe that this group was so strong that they could keep pulling off upsets.

Subsequently, Cheng Gang continued to bet on the victory of Ye Wuqing's opponent, putting down two million.

Half an hour later, the duel began again; Ye Wuqing's opponent was a level 61 Tool Soul Master.

As soon as the battle between the two sides began, it turned into an intense clash.

The Golden Leaf martial soul in Ye Wuqing's hands was incredibly sharp, with points almost entirely invested into speed and attack, similar to the attack style of the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum.

Whether it was the control of soul skills, combat experience, or soul ring configuration, he far surpassed this amateur Soul Emperor.

Ye Wuqing came from a high-level Soul Master Academy in the Heaven Dou Empire; how could his strength be anything but exceptional?

The spectators who had bet on the Soul Emperor's victory had faces that looked rather ugly, even bordering on manic.

The newcomer was pulling off another upset!

This was bad; their coins...

After over a hundred exchanges, Ye Wuqing relied on his overwhelming strength to suppress his opponent, successfully finishing him off and securing the duel.

The spectator stands erupted in enthusiastic cheers, and those who had bet on Ye Wuqing had won big.

Ye Que and his group had also made a killing.

They won again!

In the spectator stands, Cheng Gang's face was as gloomy as water, and he smashed the table to pieces with a single slap.

He had lost again.

Trash, a bunch of trash!

To be unable to even beat a Golden Leaf, a plant-type Martial Soul, what absolute trash!

He hadn't even warmed his seat before losing another two million Gold Soul Coins; how was he supposed to answer to the Princess when he returned?

At this moment, Guangyu Douluo turned his head and mocked, "Lord Protector Douluo, your judgment seems to be lacking. Do you still intend to continue opposing us?"

Cheng Gang's expression remained indifferent as he said calmly, "I will accompany you to the end."

Beside him, Ye Que held back his laughter and said nothing.

He had not expected Cheng Gang to be here as well.

This guy truly had no brain; he was one of the stupidest people in the Peerless Era.

First, he had the lesson of mistaking a transformed Soul Beast, and now he was being goaded by Guangyu into squandering his wealth.

Hmm... and he was sitting at the same table as Tang Ya.

After the verbal sparring with Cheng Gang, Guangyu Douluo and his party continued to watch the matches in the Soul Fighting Arena, placing bets every now and then.

The soul fights on the stage grew increasingly intense, with even life-and-death battles between seven-ring powerhouses erupting, heating up the atmosphere. The spectators in the stands were equally agitated, with gamblers standing up to cheer for the contestants.

The entire Soul Fighting Arena became more and more boisterous, the cheers shaking the heavens.

At this moment.

In a private VIP box on the second floor of the main arena, an old man with a cold, sinister face held two beauties, yet his gloomy gaze was fixed upon Ye Que.

He was Nangong Wan, the Second Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult, sent out under the Sect Master's orders to raise funds for the construction of the Holy Sect.

But he hadn't expected that after playing for only a short while, he would lose twenty million Gold Soul Coins.

And the people who had bankrupted Nangong Wan overnight were none other than Ye Que and his group.

Now, not only had he failed to raise money, but he had also squandered the Holy Sect's construction fund. If he returned to headquarters, the Sect Master would surely skin him alive.

Damn it!

The more Nangong Wan thought about it, the angrier he became. He shoved the beauties in his arms aside, rose abruptly from his chair, and conceived the idea of killing these few ants.

But soon, he suppressed the urge.

That old fellow sitting beside Tang Yin appeared to be a Title Douluo, and his Soul Power Level was not low either.

Nangong Wan was only a level 92 Title Douluo; he might not be the other party's match.

However, he had to win this money back.

Nangong Wan glanced sideways at the room next to the VIP suite and shouted, "Yan Feng, come here!"

He was calling for the Holy Spirit Cult squad that had come out with him to execute the mission.

Yan Feng was the personal disciple of Sect Master Zhongli Wu, possessing the top-tier Bone Dragon Martial Soul, and was currently a level 58 Soul King.

Soon after, Yan Feng led the Holy Spirit Cult squad before Nangong Wan and bowed, saying, "What are your orders, Second Elder?"

Nangong Wan pointed to the arena below and said, "Register a new identity and participate in the soul fights. This old man is very unhappy about losing money earlier; go and win it back for me."

The corner of Yan Feng's mouth twitched; he was not very pleased.

He was the Sect Master's personal disciple, and being ordered around like this by an elder naturally made him feel uncomfortable.

But obeying the Second Elder was also his master's instruction.

"I understand. Wait for my signal!"

Yan Feng bowed slightly and led the Holy Spirit Cult squad to participate in the soul fights, intending to kill a few people along the way to liven things up; the souls of soul masters of the same rank were good things to them, after all.

In the spectator stands of the main arena, Ye Que suddenly sensed a powerful mental force sweep across him.

That feeling made him very uncomfortable, even repulsed, to the point where he couldn't help but want to strike back.

Only an Evil Martial Soul could give him such a feeling of disgust.