Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

Boom!

Like a rotten watermelon bursting open, a headless corpse slumped powerlessly onto the reclining chair.

For a moment, all was deathly silent, before the two female cultivators seated in front of Yi Chen couldn't help but let out piercing shrieks.

"Ah~"

"You, why did you aim the Sudden Cloudburst at Brother Jian? Hall Master, this person has violated the game rules; please take action and execute him."

The voluptuous female cultivator, her eyes bloodshot, suddenly stood up and ran toward Lin Zhongjian's corpse, while the other petite one, looking like a young Lolita, followed close behind.

Both of them wore expressions of immense grief.

All eyes were instantly on Yi Chen.

"What are you all looking at me for? The Hall Master did say to aim at the forehead and press the spring, but he didn't say we couldn't aim at someone else's forehead. At worst, when it's his turn, this headless fellow can do the same to poor me," Yi Chen said.

"I like to speak the truth, everyone, don't you think that's fair!"

"Too bad this fellow's luck was a bit too short!"

Yi Chen rose gradually, yet his gaze turned toward the old Taoist with the goat beard.

With his keen mind, he had already picked up on the dishonesty in the behavior of Lin Zhongjian's companions from before. If earlier he was merely suspicious, now his suspicion had turned into certainty.

Of course, whether he was suspicious or not, the trigger would never have fallen on himself; he wasn't foolish enough to let some random thing explode on his head.@@novelbin@@

Anyway, aiming it at someone else was the optimal solution for him. In the end, if things turned sour, they could just turn their faces.

In his perception, the so-called Hall Master of the Secret Gambling Hall was merely a cultivator at the late stage of Approaching Tao. Without the need to transform, Yi Chen was confident he could easily subdue this 'person'; his previous demeanor was but his habitual way of restraining his presence.

Thinking of a certain suspicion in his heart, Yi Chen's eyes began to flash with a dangerous light, and his aura burst forth suddenly, revealing an oppressive might.

"Hall Master!" The voluptuous female cultivator tried to say something more but was caught in the goat-bearded old Taoist's gaze. Her eyes instantly cleared up, and she dared not speak another word.

"In my Secret Gambling Hall, fairness prevails. This daoist friend has done nothing excessive. While luck is indeed important, intelligence is also an aspect we consider," the Hall Master said.

Seeing Yi Chen's sudden surge of terrifying aura, the Secret Gambling Hall Master couldn't help but feel his scalp tingle.

He had previously sensed that this person's Yin Manor insignia marked his first official entry, and smelt that his initial mark was judged to be merely at the level of Refining Essence into Qi, so he hadn't bothered to investigate further. It was only now with Yi Chen's outburst that he realized the sheep he thought he'd cornered was actually a vicious wolf in sheep's clothing.

Hiss, how could such a 'big Buddha' appear in his little temple?

At this moment, the goat-bearded old Taoist couldn't help scratching his head, unable to understand how this person had managed to deceive the volition of Yin Manor, assigning him such a low ranking. Thinking of his own secrets, the Hall Master's expression involuntarily shifted slightly.

"The game is over. Each survivor will receive one black crystal; take it, and you may all leave."

As the goat-bearded old Taoist spoke, four small boxes suddenly appeared in his hand, drifting slowly toward the four cultivators.

They all caught them.

The two female and one male cultivators looked at each other and silently prepared to leave, but at that moment, a cold and indifferent voice resounded through the great hall.

"Did I say you could leave?"

With a cold snort from Yi Chen, the three of them felt as though they were under the crushing pressure of Mount Tai, even moving a finger became a luxury.

The goat-bearded old Taoist watched this scene with cold eyes but remained silent.

Yi Chen turned around, glanced at the black crystal inside the small box in his hand, and suddenly cracked a sly smile.

Click!

His hand released abruptly, and the small box containing the black crystal fell to the ground, its content rolling out beside the goat-bearded old Taoist.

"Shouldn't the Hall Master give me an explanation?" Yi Chen said.

"Impudent youth! I've tolerated you for a long time. What is your intention?" Hu Moliran suddenly burst with rage, slapping the long table before him. However, Yi Chen keenly caught a flicker of panic in his eyes.

"Heh, my intention?" Yi Chen laughed.

"I've dropped my black crystal, pick it up for me."

"You! Presumptuous! I won't die without…"

However, before the Hall Master could finish, Yi Chen interrupted him.

"Pick it up! I told you to pick it up! Are you deaf?" Yi Chen's voice suddenly rose by eight decibels, and a ferocious smile spread on his face.

Damn it, nobody could plot against him and come out without a scratch.

Even if the goat-bearded old Taoist could resurrect, he would still have to die once more!

To think that after robbing the other three in the hall of their black crystals, he would only have four, and even with the previous one, he still needed an additional one. If that was the case, it was better to blow up this damned Hall Master.

Wouldn't that solve everything?

"You!"

"What 'you'? A soft-shelled turtle stuffed with Wang Ba, are you playing your mother!" Yi Chen flashed a fierce look in his eyes, and a purple-gold hand immediately pressed onto the neck of the goat-bearded old Taoist.

"I played a round of your game, Hall Master, so why don't you play a round with me now?"

"Daring to conspire in a sneak attack against me, do you guess you will die today?"

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Before Hu Moliran could reply, Yi Chen channeled the power of Extreme Origin, ready to take action.

Better to take action and die with courage than to starve from cowardice. The Hall Master of the Secret Gambling Hall, sitting in a wheelchair, hadn't even been asked to stand up for a toast, and was now being so resistant to picking up a black crystal, clearly seeking a death wish.

Of course, if the old man truly did pick it up, he would be 'killed' for first extending his left hand.