Gambling Away Everything, You No Longer Interest This Divine Son

Inside the Arena, Li Junhua paused.

He nodded slightly and dropped his relaxed demeanor.

Golden blood energy surged wildly within him, and his aura soared, as though he were preparing to give it everything he had.

"Now that's more like it!!"

"As expected of the Order Divine Laws!"

Yang Kong sensed the change in his aura, and his pupils contracted sharply.

He decided to hold nothing back!

"Slaughter Divine Law!!"

The Slaughter Divine Law circulated wildly within him.

Dark crimson light seeped from every inch of his skin, gathering around him into a massive blood-red wheel.

The wheel towered over a hundred feet high, radiating a murderous aura that could destroy everything, frantically slicing and shredding everything around it.

The entire Arena trembled violently beneath its pressure.

The gamblers in the stands paled.

"Yang Kong's putting his life on the line!"

"Yang Kong isn't going to lose, is he?!"

"He can't lose!! I bet everything I own on him!"

"When have you ever not gone all in?"

Li Junhua moved as well, his robes billowing and golden divine light flowing through his pupils.

With a lift of his hand, a mountain-like palm descended from above with crushing weight!

"Heaven-Shattering Fist!"

Rumble—

The two terrifying divine abilities crashed together at the center of the platform, and the instant the blood wheel collided with the golden fist imprint—

Crack, crack!

The ancient formation patterns covering the platform shattered inch by inch beneath the shock waves, while countless cracks spread across the protective barrier bordering the stands.

Darkness swallowed their surroundings, as though the end of the world had come.

Clouds of dust shot into the sky!

Everyone in the stands held their breath.

"Is it over?"

A crater dozens of feet deep had appeared in the center of the platform.

Yang Kong knelt on one knee inside it.

A trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The bloody baleful aura around him flickered uncertainly, like the last flame of a candle that might go out at any moment.

The next instant—

Thud!

He collapsed to the ground.

Li Junhua swayed slightly, a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth as well.

He pretended to be gravely injured, his voice hoarse.

"You... were quite good..."

[Ding! Heaven-Destined Protagonist Yang Kong has suffered severe injuries and defeat. Heaven-Destined Points lost: 80,000!]

[Congratulations, Master! You have received 80,000 Villain Points!]

Li Junhua turned toward the dumbstruck announcer. "Announce it."

The announcer froze for a moment, then proclaimed loudly.

"The winner of this match is Li Junhua!"

Standing in the pavilion, Luo Wutian looked down at the black-clad figure kneeling on one knee and burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha! Excellent!"

It was back! It was all back!

More than two billion Supreme-Grade Spirit Stones, principal and interest included—Blood Cliff City had truly filled its coffers to overflowing this time!

But the spectators in the stands erupted.

"Bastard!!!"

Countless gamblers rose from their seats, their faces ashen and their eyes bloodshot.

"Yang Kong! You useless piece of trash!"

"Third level of the Hunyuan Realm! I bet everything I owned on you! And you just lost like that?!"

"Pay us back! Pay us back! Give me back my spirit stones!"

"The match was rigged! It had to be rigged!!"

Some tore their betting slips to shreds and hurled all manner of objects onto the platform, wailing uncontrollably.

[Ding!]

[Every gambler present has suffered an emotional breakdown and now harbors extreme hatred toward Heaven-Destined Protagonist Yang Kong. Villain Points gained: 100,000!]

Yang Kong knelt on one knee in the crater, listening to the curses raining down on him from every direction.

His fists clenched with audible cracks, his knuckles turning white.

Suddenly, he snapped his head up, his crimson eyes fixing on Li Junhua opposite him as he roared.

"I refuse to accept this!!!"

Just a little more!

He had been just a little short of winning!

That strike of Great Sun Incinerates Heaven had clearly overwhelmed his opponent's fist imprint.

But at the very last instant, his opponent's strength had suddenly surged, crushing him completely.

Oh?

In the pavilion, Su Linxian set down his teacup.

He rose and walked to the window.

The instant that white-robed figure appeared at the pavilion window, the entire Arena fell silent.

Everyone felt an invisible pressure at the same time.

It was as though the sky had collapsed upon them, leaving every last person struggling to breathe.

Luo Wutian followed behind him and waved to his subordinates in the Arena.

"Clear the grounds."

Dozens of Armored Guards poured out of the passages and drove away the gamblers who were still shouting.

Before long, more than half the stands were empty.

Su Linxian looked down at Yang Kong from above and spoke calmly.

"Yang Kong."

"You lost."

Yang Kong raised his head, his eyes rimmed with red.

Anger, madness, and an almost pathological obsession churned within those eyes.

He abruptly pointed at Li Junhua beside him.

"Divine Son of the Su Family, I refuse to accept this!"

"One more match!"

Standing behind Su Linxian, Luo Wutian sneered.

"You have nothing left. This is how gambling always ends. I've seen it far too often."

"As far as I know, you went all in on yourself for this match too, didn't you, Yang Kong?"

Yang Kong's body trembled.

He glanced down at the Storage Ring in his hand, then looked back up at the white-robed figure.

His lips moved, but the words he wanted to say would not come out.

Su Linxian spoke with a smile.

"Certainly."

"But what do you have left to wager?"

Yang Kong froze.

He looked down at his hands, at that empty Storage Ring.

There was nothing left.

Fifty million spirit stones, along with the more than forty million he had won earlier, had all been wagered on that last match.

With that defeat, every spirit stone had gone to the gambling house!

Years of savings, wiped clean in a single day!

He truly had nothing left now!

But he could not accept it!

That refusal burned through his heart like a raging fire, making his entire body shake!

Yang Kong abruptly raised his head and pulled a token from inside his robes.

The token was crimson gold throughout, with a blazing sun engraved on the front and a mountain peak on the back.

A Divine Sun Sect disciple token.

He gripped the token in both hands, his knuckles white, and looked up at Su Linxian in the pavilion.

"I am a disciple of the Divine Sun Sect!"

"My master is Zeng Kuxuan, the sect master of the Divine Sun Sect! I want to borrow spirit stones in the Divine Sun Sect's name!"

"The Divine Sun Sect won't default!"

In the pavilion, Luo Wutian narrowed his eyes.

He gave a cold laugh.

"That can certainly be arranged."

He spoke slowly, a hint of mockery in his tone.

"But with the authority granted by your Divine Sun Sect disciple token, you can borrow no more than thirty million Supreme-Grade Spirit Stones."

"Not enough."

Yang Kong swayed.

Thirty million!

Not enough!

He had gone all in with his Slaughter Divine Law and fifty million, thirty million spirit stones, yet he could not even scrape together the remainder.

It felt as though a drowning man had clutched at a straw, only to discover that it could not possibly bear his weight!

Suddenly—

Yang Kong seemed to think of something.

He whipped his head around, sweeping his gaze across the Arena.

His gaze landed on that purple-clad figure.

Zi He.

She stood in a corner of the pavilion, both hands clutching the gold chain at her waist, her lips pressed tightly together.

Yang Kong's eyes were filled with pleading.

"Zi He... lend me spirit stones..."

"I promise I'll pay you back double. Trust me."

"Ten million!"

Zi He's delicate figure trembled.

She lowered her head, her fingers tightening further.

These spirit stones were the money she had scraped together to buy her freedom, saving for thousands of years and borrowing from everyone she could.

They were her only hope of escaping Blood Cliff City.

"Zi He..."

Yang Kong's voice reached her again, carrying an almost desperate obsession.

"Please..."

Zi He closed her eyes.

She remained silent for a long time.

Then she sighed, took a Storage Ring from her sleeve, and gently pushed it toward him.

"Ten million."

"Everything I have."

Yang Kong snatched up the Storage Ring and clenched it in his palm.

He raised his head, tears brimming in his eyes.

"Thank you."

"I promise I'll pay you back double."

He held both Storage Rings high.

"Divine Son of the Su Family, this should be enough now!"

Su Linxian looked down at him, remaining silent for a moment.

Then he shook his head helplessly and turned toward Li Junhua beside him.

"What do you think?"

Li Junhua cupped his hands slightly, his expression respectful.

"Your wish is my command, Master."

Su Linxian withdrew his gaze and took a step.

He vanished from the pavilion.

The next instant, he stood before Yang Kong.

His white robes were like snow as he looked down from above.

Yang Kong's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively took a step back.

"You... what are you going to do?!"

Su Linxian watched him, his gaze as calm as still water.

"Collect the interest first."

He raised his hand, spread his fingers, and gently grasped toward Yang Kong's sea of consciousness.

"I'll be taking your Slaughter Divine Law."

An invisible force poured from his palm and plunged into the depths of Yang Kong's dantian with unerring precision.

Yang Kong's entire body abruptly stiffened.

That force rampaged through his dantian, locking precisely onto the dark crimson divine law.

Then it gave a violent tug.

"Aaaah!!!"

Yang Kong threw his head back and screamed, his voice so distorted it no longer sounded human.

The pain pierced his very marrow, as though someone were pulling his spine from his body, one bone at a time.

The Slaughter Divine Law had coexisted with him for years, long since becoming one with his soul and flesh.

Having it forcibly stripped away now was like having half his life torn out.

Dark crimson light surged from his dantian and condensed in midair into a strand roughly a foot long.

Dense, ancient Dao patterns flowed across that strand of light, which radiated a razor-sharp killing aura that would make even a Great Emperor take notice.

Su Linxian watched the strand of light, his eyes bright.

The Slaughter Divine Law.

Order Divine Laws truly are extraordinary.

Su Linxian raised his hand and drew the Slaughter Divine Law into his sea of consciousness. Sensing the pure power of order contained within it, he curled his lips slightly.

"With this..."

"I'm only one Order Divine Law short."

Suddenly.

At that very moment.

A terrifying aura erupted from deep within Yang Kong's mind.

That aura was ancient and profound, as though it had awakened from an abyss that had slumbered for countless epochs.

Then a cold, clear voice thundered through Yang Kong's sea of consciousness.

"Begone!"

The voice was not loud, yet it carried a pressure that transcended the Emperor Realm.

It was as though the heavens themselves had spoken.

A crystal coffin appeared within Yang Kong's sea of consciousness.

Inside lay the hazy figure of a woman, who was slowly opening her eyes.

Her cold gaze pierced through the crystal coffin and Yang Kong's sea of consciousness, bearing down upon Su Linxian.

"A technique from the Immortal Ancient Era?"

Su Linxian's gaze darkened.

"To think this fellow had something like this hidden in his soul."

"Interesting."

Heavenly Prison Art!

An invisible force field spread from his palm, enveloping Yang Kong's entire sea of consciousness.

Within that field, the crystal coffin's radiance was suppressed, sealed, and crushed, inch by inch.

The hazy woman inside the coffin shuddered violently, a flicker of disbelief crossing her cold eyes.

"You..."

She managed only a single word before the Heavenly Prison Art suppressed her completely, forcing her back into the depths of the crystal coffin.

The crystal coffin sank into the depths of his sea of consciousness and fell silent.

At that moment, the Slaughter Divine Law separated entirely from Yang Kong, extracted intact by Su Linxian.

[Ding! Congratulations! The host has stripped Heaven-Destined Protagonist Yang Kong of his Slaughter Divine Law, earning 500,000 Villain Points!]

[Ding! The host has obtained an Order Divine Law: Slaughter Divine Law!]

Yang Kong collapsed to the ground.

His entire body convulsed, foam spilled from his mouth, and his face was as white as paper.

His aura plummeted in that instant, falling from the peak of the Hunyuan Realm all the way to its early stage.

He looked as though his spine had been ripped out, without even the strength to lift a finger.

Su Linxian looked down at him and asked with a faint smile.

"Yang Kong."

"Still want to continue?"

Yang Kong staggered shakily to his feet and roared hoarsely.

"Yes!"

"I'll continue right now!"

Su Linxian chuckled softly.

He turned and walked back to the pavilion, sat down, and lifted his teacup.

"Li Junhua."

Li Junhua bowed slightly.

"Understood."

He stepped down from the fighting platform and stood before Yang Kong.

Yang Kong struggled to stand.

His legs trembled, his arms shook, and the bloody baleful aura around him flickered unsteadily.

He gritted his teeth and assumed a fighting stance.

A moment later.

Rumble!

The golden palm print descended once more.

Yang Kong was blasted away, slamming into the stone wall at the edge of the Arena.

The wall shattered, and his body became deeply embedded in the rubble as blood poured from all seven orifices.

So close again.

Why was it so close again?!

Yang Kong tumbled from the rubble and knelt on the ground, pounding it frantically with both fists.

"Why! Why! Why!"

His voice was hoarse and twisted, his eyes bloodshot, and tears mixed with blood streamed down his face.

Standing in the pavilion, Luo Wutian watched the kneeling figure below and shook his head.

"Tsk, tsk. Gamble long enough, and you're bound to lose."

"It seems even a prodigy of the Divine Sun lineage can't escape that rule."

Yang Kong abruptly raised his head, his crimson eyes fixed on the white-robed figure in the pavilion.

"Again!"

The second time, the third...

Each time, Yang Kong was blasted away. Each time, he struggled back to his feet. Each time, he roared for another round.

His body was already covered in wounds, blood seeping from countless injuries and staining the fighting platform beneath his feet red.

His aura grew weaker and weaker.

By the end, Yang Kong no longer had the strength to stand. He could only lie on the ground, brace himself with his hands, and crawl forward inch by inch.

"Again..."

"I can still... go again..."

Just a little more, and I could turn it all around!

In the Divine Sun Sect's name, he had run up a debt of one billion Supreme-Grade Spirit Stones to the Arena.

He had nothing left!

Su Linxian looked up.

His gaze was calm, as calm as though he were looking at a piece of rubble by the roadside.

"Enough."

"The game is over."

"You no longer hold my interest."

By now, Yang Kong had barely any Heaven-Destined Points left.

Yang Kong stiffened.

Su Linxian said indifferently.

"Let's go."

Yu Yao giggled. "Hehe, this fellow is really amusing!"

"So this is what humans are like?"

Thud!

Yang Kong knelt on the ground, his forehead pressed against the cold stone slabs, his entire body trembling and his eyes bloodshot.

"Please... give me another chance..."

"Just once... one last time..."

He looked as though his soul had been drawn out.

Not a trace remained of the arrogant, unbridled Heaven-Destined Protagonist he had once been.

Zi He watched the kneeling figure.

She turned and walked toward the Arena's exit, step by step.

"Zi He!"

Zi He paused without looking back, her voice weary.

"Yang Kong."

"That ten million was the money for my freedom. I saved for thousands of years and borrowed from everyone I could."

"You said you'd pay me back double."

"I'll wait for you to repay me."

[Ding! The relationship between Heaven-Destined Heroine Zi He and Heaven-Destined Protagonist Yang Kong has completely broken down, earning 100,000 Villain Points!]