Two Consecutive Throws of the Lowest Number!

Gambling Cultivation Against Heaven!

This was his strongest technique, and also the ultimate art he was most proud of!

In the past, relying on this technique, he had escaped danger time and again, finding life in desperate situations!

As his strength increased, whenever he gambled cultivation against Heaven, he basically won every time. This technique had become ever more masterful.

However, this time, he was not trying to escape danger, but rather...

In this final performance before advancing to Spirit Transformation, he wanted it to end perfectly!

He wanted to kill the opponent in one strike!

To display his strength and the majesty of the Heavenly Palace!

At this moment, the entire arena was suppressed by a terrifying force.

"Whoosh!"

Lu Fanyun gave it a light toss, just as he had done so many times before.

If the number exceeded sixty, he won!

If the number was below sixty, he lost!

And with his current cultivation realm, as long as the number exceeded eighty, he could temporarily enter Spirit Transformation!

At that point, even a Supreme-Grade Spirit Artifact would take him only one move!

And with his current proficiency, the probability of rolling above eighty was...

Ninety-nine percent!

This was his confidence in himself!

Heaven would give him that much face!

The blood-red die traced a bizarre trajectory before finally landing back in his hand, caught in his palm.

"I guess eighty-seven!"

"I guess seventy-six!"

"I guess ninety-nine!"

"I guess it's only fifty. I still hope the Heavenly Dao Sect can win!"

"The Heavenly Dao Sect can still win? The gap in strength is way too huge, alright? They're definitely dead!"

"..."

At this moment, quite a few people were guessing the die's number.

"Hehe, when the Demon Heavenly King acts, it's either ninety-nine or ninety-eight!"

"That Heavenly Dao Sect