"Ding!"
"Congratulations, Host, for reciting a classic line from Rakshasa Street. You have received one lottery chance. Would you like to activate the lottery wheel?"
"No!"
Aside from a few exceptional items that were useful to Yang Ming, nothing else from Rakshasa Street could help him anymore. Even Yu Jin, whom Yang Ming had once summoned, had now become something of a burden. Yang Ming had stationed him at the Sky-Blasting Gang's headquarters, where he posed as the gang leader and helped suppress anyone harboring rebellious intentions.
Having settled this matter, Yang Ming shifted his gaze to Golden Crocodile Douluo.
In an instant, every hair on Golden Crocodile Douluo's body stood on end. His instincts told him that something utterly terrifying was about to descend upon him!
However, as the Second Worship of the Elder Hall, second only to Grand Consecration Qian Daoliu, Golden Crocodile Douluo was extremely unyielding. He lifted his chin, wearing an expression as though he had cast life and death aside, and said gravely:
"I finally remember. This seems to be your ability, called Tsukuyomi, isn't it?"
"Kill me or torture me as you please. If this old man lets out so much as a cry, then my name, Golden Crocodile Douluo, will be read backward!"
A trace of surprise flashed through Yang Ming's eyes. He had not expected this old man to be so tough. His expression immediately darkened as he said:
"Hmph, Golden Crocodile Douluo, you're only putting on a brave front while you still can. I hope you can keep up that toughness afterward!"
With that, the Mysterious Sword appeared in Yang Ming's hand.
One slash after another, he stabbed it into Golden Crocodile Douluo's body.
Within Tsukuyomi Space, all damage inflicted by Yang Ming would become mental damage imposed upon Golden Crocodile