"I bet there are no bullets in your gun..."
Xu Cheng's voice echoed through the imperial palace's great hall, and Ye Xishui's skeletal fingers suddenly froze in midair.
To her horror, the Death God Tower, which she had once wielded as easily as her own arm, now seemed to have lost all connection to her. The strike she had just gathered all her soul power into mysteriously vanished inside the tower before it could even fire.
Indeed, this was one of the conceptual skills Xu Cheng had once received from the system.
Its model was a certain man whose twin pistols were as unfathomable as gods and ghosts.
With a fifty-percent chance, he had won the bet.
In truth, it could hardly be called gambling. Against Ye Xishui, who was now no more than a dying gust over a grave, he had no need to gamble...
He had simply felt a sudden whim and made a wager.
Long Xiaoyao's black robe billowed without wind, and the pressure of a Level 99 Limit Douluo erupted like mountains collapsing and seas roaring.
Pitch-black dragon scales appeared across his aged face, while the phantom of a Dark Sacred Dragon unfurled behind him, blotting out the sky.
But when he saw his surroundings clearly, his pupils abruptly contracted.
Thousands of Fire Phoenix Corps soul engineers had already formed battle arrays, the Level 8 concentrated soul tools on their mechas' chests shining brightly.
Linked Soul Guidance Cores were embedded in the seventy-two pillars beneath the palace dome, forming a Heavenly Net capable of strangling a Super Douluo.
Compared with the so-called Death God's Banquet in the original story-the dozens of Level 9 soul cannon shells Xu Tianran had arranged, a mutually destructive method that had failed to kill even the two Limit Douluos-the Sun Moon