The patriarch's eyes widened, and he was about to attack Xiao Yu directly.
Xiao Yu stopped him. "Wait, Mr. Barry. Before we fight, I have something to say."
"Oh? What do you want to say? Since you're about to die, I'll give you this chance to leave your last words!"
Faced with the old man's arrogance, Xiao Yu merely smiled noncommittally.
"Aimon didn't tell you I'm a fortune-teller, did he?"
"Fortune-telling? Heh, hahahahaha! Boy, are you trying to beg for mercy this way? How amusing!"
Barry had seen a great deal and had witnessed Qi Meng's fortune-telling.
He knew fortune-telling existed in this world, but he knew even better that it only worked on ordinary people.
When it came to extraordinary people with special powers.
Fortune-telling was practically useless, unless the fortune-teller's realm far surpassed theirs.
Qi Meng grew a little nervous too.
She quietly poked Xiao Yu in the back.
She tried to remind him: Even if you can tell my fortune, you can't possibly tell this patriarch's fortune.
He's far too powerful!
Even with the ring's help, I can't tell his fortune!
But Qi Meng did not know.
The Heavenly Mechanism Ring alone could not do it, but combined with the Heavenly Mechanism Canon, it could reveal the fate of anyone whose cultivation was lower than the user's!
Faced with distrust and doubt.
Xiao Yu smiled. "I'm not begging for mercy. I've just discovered a few interesting things. I think it would be better to tell your fortune before we fight."
"Oh? What things?" Barry looked at Xiao Yu with interest.
He thought victory was assured, so he had the attitude of a cat toying with a mouse.
He also thought wasting a little time did not matter.
"Mr. Barry, I really never imagined that someone who looks