Qing Yun looked at Lu Yin. “And you? What number do you choose?”
Lu Yin smiled. “Five pips.”
The girl looked up at Lu Yin in surprise. That was the first number that she had guessed before changing her mind.
Ying Mei felt her heart drop. Something was wrong, though she had no idea what it was.
Qian Shu’s brow furrowed tightly as he stared at Qing Yun’s hand.
Qing Yun looked up. “This concerns the lives of multiple people. Are you certain that neither of you will change your minds?”
“I’m not changing,” the girl replied firmly. Just a moment ago, she had been overwhelmed by an inexplicable impulse. It was as if something had whispered to her that the die would land on six pips. She might not know where the urge originated from, but she did know that, as long as she followed the impulse, she was guaranteed to win.
Ying Mei took a deep breath. “I’m certain.”
Lu Yin nodded. “I’m certain.”
As everyone stared, Qing Yun slowly opened her hand, revealing the die... and five pips.
At that moment, Ying Mei’s face turned deathly pale. Impossible!
Every one of the Autumnspring Slip’s experts were flabbergasted. How could they have lost?
The girl’s legs lost all strength, and she collapsed to the floor. How? How could this happen? I was supposed to win!
Lu Siyu loudly cheered, “Yes! We won!”
Ming Xiaolong let out a deep breath. She had been utterly terrified. She had been certain that Lu Yin would lose.
As for Lu Yin, he just smiled calmly as his eyes drifted over to Ying Mei. “Your lives are now mine.”
The moment he finished speaking, he took a step forward. Before anyone could react, he was already directly in front of Granny Ya. His hand fell down, delivering a palm strike that would instantly execute the woman.
Granny Ya was horrified. A Blood Tower took form behind her, as powerful as possible, and she coughed blood onto it. “Greater Sancte of the Nine Odysseys: Blood Tower!”
At the same time, she wrote characters in the air: the Autumnspring Slip: 10,000 Forests Cleave. Countless trees erupted from the ground, each one transforming into slashing blades that sliced at Lu Yin.
As Lu Yin’s hand fell, Infinity surged through his body, Heaven’s Seal’s sequence particles spread out, and Wielder-realm battle force covered his body.
Bang!
The 10,000 Forests Cleave was crushed into a splash of ink. Lu Yin’s palm continued down and slammed into the Blood Tower.
Crack!
It shattered.
With that, his hand viciously slammed onto Granny Ya’s head.
A soft crack rang out as everyone stared on in stunned silence.
Granny Ya dropped to her knees, already dead. Blood pooled beneath her, and the sight sent chills through everyone who saw it.
That had been her true body, not a projected spirit seed. This meant that her death was real and final. There was no second chance.
A peak Dukkhan was gone, as quick as that.
She had unleashed her Soul legacy skill, strengthening it to the absolute limit while also using a battle technique, and yet she had failed to stop a single palm strike. Lu Yin had not even used the legendary Five-Palm Art, and yet he had already unleashed an attack of terrifying power.
Who alive was capable of executing Granny Ya with a single palm strike? It was less than the number of fingers on one hand.
Lu Yin stood in the growing pool of blood as he slowly turned to look at Ying Mei. “Your turn now. Your life is mine.”
Ying Mei trembled, consumed by her rising fury. She had not stopped Lu Yin. The Autumnspring Slip’s blood had been spilled, but not a single expert present had been able to stop Lu Yin. His strength was monstrous and truly terrifying. There was no question that he was as powerful as the Lesser Sancti.
The sect master no longer had time to question why their luck had failed. As she stared intently at Lu Yin, she asked, “Are you so determined for things to end in death?”
Lu Yin sneered. “What? Are you planning to back out now?”
“There is a price for everything.”
“And your life is that required price.”
Ming Xiaolong shouted, “Ying Mei, are you really going to go against your word? This wager was overseen by the young lady! You are openly disrespecting her!”
Ying Mei no longer cared about the wager or the young lady. She was about to die, and nothing else mattered at this moment.
The stench of blood continued to spread. Ying Mei clenched her fists. “Everyone in the Autumnspring Slip, kill him!”
If the veneer of civilization was torn away, what would be revealed was a savagery more frenzied and venomous than what could be imagined.
Lu Yin was surrounded, and every last one of the Autumnspring Slip’s experts attacked in unison. Tower-shaped swords rose up before slashing back down. Four Dukkhans and nine Ortusers struck at Lu Yin, led by Ying Mei.
Had Granny Ya still been alive, she would have joined the assault.
Even for a sect as powerful as the Autumnspring Slip, Granny Ya’s death was a terrible loss that cut to the bone.
Lu Yin stood where he was, not moving at all as the thirteen attacks fell. He raised a hand and countered with a single palm strike: Five-Palm Art.
Clang!
All of the attacks shattered into fragments.
“Crush.”
“Crush.”
“Crush...”