Chapter 1105: A Gamble of Life

Chapter 1105: Du Ming de Yi Ju

Ye Chen's casual remark made Yan Tian Dao Ren's face turn instantly cold and somber.

The onlookers, including Mu Wanqing, Mu Laozhe, the people from Ku Yue, and those from the eight Huangzi, all winced simultaneously. After all, this was Yan Tian Dao Ren they were talking about; suggesting slapping him was incredibly audacious!

"Ye Chen!" Du Chuan slammed the table and roared.

Completely ignoring him, Ye Chen continued to look at Yan Tian Dao Ren with great interest. "But I wonder, Senior, if you're willing?"

"Bet," Yan Tian Dao Ren growled in anger.

"Straightforward," Ye Chen smiled, flicking his finger through the air. The dice cup flew up, revealing three shiny dice.

"This..." Seeing the dice numbers, Du Chuan was once again utterly bewildered.

"This is impossible, this is impossible." Yan Tian Dao Ren abruptly stood up, staring at the three dice with the same look of disbelief. The numbers on them were more dazzling than the sun itself.

"It's small again." The spectators began to sigh and click their tongues.

"That's another ten million Yuan Shi."

"And this time, plus a slap." As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's eyes turned to Ye Chen and Yan Tian Dao Ren, unsure if Ye Chen's earlier remark was a joke or serious.

"Oh boy, oh boy!" Ye Chen had already gotten up, stretched his body vigorously, then rolled up his sleeves and rubbed his palms together. He looked Yan Tian Dao Ren up and down, as if deciding where a slap would feel the most satisfying.

"You dare to hit me?" Yan Tian Dao Ren gritted his teeth and glared at Ye Chen.

"We're not about to renege on a bet." Ye Chen raised an eyebrow. "You're a senior, after all; you can't lose and then refuse to pay up. So many people are watching; if you don't honor it, I won't stand for it."

"Young friend, you have a point." Mu Laozhe from the Mu family stepped in, along with the eight Huangjing experts. They were all old-timers, forming a solid line blocking the entrance to the gambling house, indicating that anyone trying to cheat here today wouldn't be leaving.

"You all..." Yan Tian Dao Ren looked at this lineup and nearly choked on his breath.

"If you won't let me hit you, then pay ninety million Yuan Shi, and we'll call it even."

"Ninety million?" Everyone swallowed hard. *Are you out of your mind?*

"Ye Chen!" Yan Tian Dao Ren's furious roar echoed through the entire gambling house, making the place rumble and shake.

"Pay ninety million, or let me hit you—your choice." Ye Chen shrugged casually.

"Young friend, always leave some room for retreat; it's better for future encounters. Don't go too far." A purple-robed elder spoke gravely; he was from Ku Yue.

"Gambling is just for fun; why take it so seriously?" Another person chimed in, a highly skilled expert.

"Give this old man some face, and let's drop this matter." More voices joined in, all from powerful Huangjing experts, mostly from Ku Yue and the eight Huangzi. There were quite a few of them, and it felt like they were pressuring him.

"Look at all the friends you've got, Senior!" Ye Chen remarked with a sigh, glancing at Yan Tian Dao Ren. "So many people speaking up for you."

"You know that well enough," a hunchbacked elder snorted coldly.

"In that case, since all you seniors are so loyal, why not pool together those ninety million Yuan Shi for him?" Ye Chen blinked and looked at those pleading on Yan Tian Dao Ren's behalf.

"You..." They were all stunned by Ye Chen's retort, not expecting him to turn the tables like that.

"What, weren't you all so confident just now?" Ye Chen glanced around. "From the looks of it, you don't want to pay up."

With that, Ye Chen gave Yan Tian Dao Ren a meaningful look. "Senior, I'm just saying—you should be careful with your friends in the future. They act like brothers one day, but when money's on the line, they all back out. What kind of friends are these? They'd rather see you get slapped than chip in. Stay away from people like that; they're no good."

His words made those old-timers' faces turn extremely dark, as if they'd been branded with a big label out of nowhere.

As for the spectators, they were all sighing and shaking their heads in amazement! Ye Chen's tactics were unmatched—he'd just called out all these Huangjing experts one by one. He'd offended all the major forces in You Du!

Yan Tian Dao Ren's face had become twisted and ferocious, his eyes flashing with raw killing intent. If this weren't You Du, he would have already struck to kill Ye Chen.

"So, seniors, are you paying up or not?" Ye Chen scanned them again. Since they were enemies, there was no point in holding back; showing mercy to foes was just cruelty to yourself.

No one spoke, but their faces were all ice-cold.

Seeing this, Ye Chen turned to Yan Tian. "What about you, Senior?"

"This old man is right here—hit me! Go on, hit me!" Yan Tian Dao Ren said defiantly, even stepping forward.

"Just waiting for you to say that." Without another word, Ye Chen swung his palm.

Smack!

The slap was loud and crisp, plunging the entire gambling house into dead silence. Everyone's mouths hung open—they couldn't believe Ye Chen had actually gone through with it.

Yan Tian was completely stunned, his old face contorted from the impact.

Ye Chen's slap wasn't just for show; his Huang Gu Sheng Ti body was overwhelmingly powerful, enhanced with various forces. It was lucky Yan Tian was a Huangjing expert; if it had been a Zhun Huang, he'd have been killed on the spot.

"It was him who told me to do it," Ye Chen looked around the gambling house with an innocent expression.

"I'll kill you!" Yan Tian Dao Ren, now disheveled and hideous, roared hysterically and lunged like a wild beast, intent on tearing Ye Chen apart.

"Yan Tian, this is You Du." Mu Laozhe instantly blocked Ye Chen's path.

"Get out of my way!" Yan Tian Dao Ren roared and struck out, but he triggered You Du's restrictions. A bolt of lightning descended, blasting him with blood and bones flying everywhere. Even a great Huangjing expert couldn't withstand You Du's laws.

"Gambling's just a game, Senior—what's all this about?" Ye Chen chuckled lightly.

"Bet, I'll bet my life against yours," Yan Tian Dao Ren staggered to his feet, roaring with bloodshot eyes.

"Then let's do it." Ye Chen responded firmly, suddenly gripping the dice cup and shaking the three dice rapidly. Today, he was being extraordinarily high-profile, all to draw attention from all sides in preparation for Xie Yun's return.

The atmosphere turned oppressively tense in an instant. Gambling was usually for entertainment, but this was the first time anyone had bet their lives. It was more thrilling than the ten million Yuan Shi stake— one wrong move, and it would be eternal doom.

Even Mu Wanqing and Mu Laozhe frowned at this moment—who would have thought a simple gamble could escalate like this?

Bang!

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Ye Chen slammed the dice cup down on the table.

This time, he directly lifted it, revealing the three dice still spinning rapidly. This was originally Mu Wanqing's technique, but he'd learned it with his Xian Lun Eye.

"Big or small?" Ye Chen glanced at Yan Tian Dao Ren.

"Big." Yan Tian Dao Ren slammed his palm on the table, making it hum and tremble without breaking.

"I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you, Senior." Ye Chen also slammed his palm down.

The three dice spun even faster, not slowing down but accelerating.

Buzz! Buzz!

The table vibrated violently, generating an invisible force that rippled outward endlessly. The gambling house's stone pillars cracked visibly.

Not only that, but the spectators' clothes were also torn with cuts. Those with weaker cultivation hastily summoned protective barriers, staring in disbelief at Ye Chen and Yan Tian.

The sharp-eyed among them realized Ye Chen and Yan Tian were secretly dueling. The table's buzzing and the invisible ripples were from their contest, using not combat power but divination techniques.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

Yan Tian Dao Ren's eyes were full of savage killing intent as he stared deadly at Ye Chen, burning some hidden power to strengthen his divination.

In contrast, Ye Chen was far more composed. His Zhou Tian evolution technique surpassed Yan Tian Dao Ren's divination arts. Since Yan Tian was betting his life, Ye Chen would match him, aiming to eliminate a major enemy for the Mu family and Xie Yun in this gamble.

Crack! Crack!

After some time, cracks appeared on the table and spread without limit.

Everyone held their breath, fixated on the table. This was a life-or-death bet; whether the dice showed big or small would decide Ye Chen and Yan Tian Dao Ren's fates.

Yan Tian Dao Ren coughed up blood, and a trickle of fresh blood overflowed from Ye Chen's mouth. Yan Tian's frenzy had wounded him too.

Buzz! Buzz!

The table still vibrated intensely, as if it might shatter any second, and the three dice spun faster than ever, making it hard to watch.

Pfft!

In the end, Yan Tian Dao Ren spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered back, each step leaving deep footprints in the ground.

The table stopped buzzing, and the three dice slowed, finally coming to rest on the table, shiny and clear. The numbers were stark: one, two, two—small.

"You lost," Ye Chen said calmly, a red killing sword appearing in his hand.

"This is impossible, this is impossible." Yan Tian Dao Ren kept stumbling back, his face full of disbelief, until he collapsed on the ground. Challenging Ye Chen's divination had caused devastating backlash; even as a great Huangjing expert, he could barely stand.

"Since it's a life bet, then pay with your life." Ye Chen advanced with his sword, his eyes cold as ice.

"Is he really going to kill Yan Tian?"

"But this is You Du—private fights are forbidden, let alone murder."

"Ye Chen, are you ignoring You Du's laws?" The people from Ku Yue and the eight Huangzi shouted coldly.

"Ye Chen, don't be reckless." Mu Wanqing and Mu Laozhe also stepped forward.

Yet, despite their words, Ye Chen still raised his sword.

Boom!

His action triggered You Du's laws, summoning lightning that blasted him with flesh and blood flying.

Pfft!

As Ye Chen's sacred body split open, his killing sword fell, severing Yan Tian's head. Fresh blood splattered across his sacred body.