Divine War Pill Emperor

Jiang Chen was actually threatening Ling Yun.

The Third Prince’s face paled as he scrambled to stop Jiang Chen. ”Jiang Chen, don’t be reckless.”

He shot Jiang Chen a pointed look. Not only were they on Ling Yun’s turf, but their cultivation levels were also far beneath his.

And Ling Yun was an incredibly ruthless man. The Third Prince knew just how dangerous he could be.

Wen Shixuan, however, thought things weren’t chaotic enough. He immediately yelled, ”Jiang Chen, you dare threaten Lord Ling Yun?”

”Do you have a death wish? Apologize to Lord Ling Yun right now and beg for his forgiveness. Otherwise, you’re a dead man,” he said through gritted teeth.

He looked as if he could already picture Ling Yun crushing Jiang Chen to death.

Wen Shixi also wore a gloating expression, looking at Jiang Chen as if he were an idiot.

Jiang Chen shot Wen Shixuan a look. ”Shut your mouth. Who gave you permission to speak?”

”Scram.”

That single word, ”Scram,” left Wen Shixuan completely stunned.

He couldn’t believe it. Not only had Jiang Chen refused to apologize to Ling Yun, but he had also told him to shut up and scram.

His eyes bulged in an instant.

”You... you dare tell me to scram?”

”You...”

Jiang Chen’s eyes narrowed. ”Wen Shixuan, have you already forgotten your lesson?”

At that moment, Wen Shixuan seemed to recall something. His expression shifted, and his imposing aura deflated instantly.

After all, he still remembered with chilling clarity how, back in Guyue City, Jiang Chen’s Black Fire had blasted off one of his arms. Then, Jiang Chen had summoned a terrifyingly powerful expert who proceeded to rip off one of his legs.

Though he hated Jiang Chen, he also knew just how terrifying the man could be.

The question was whether Jiang Chen could still summon that expert. If he could, not even the Golden Light Body Protection would be able to stop him.

When Wen Shixi saw the Crown Prince fall silent, too intimidated to speak after a single sharp remark from Jiang Chen, he was baffled.

Even the Third Prince, Wen Shiren, was utterly astonished.

It was the first time he’d realized his own brother was so terrified of Jiang Chen.

Many in the crowd were stirred by the sight.

Jiang Chen had dared to rebuke a Prince—and the renowned Crown Prince, no less.

At that moment, Ling Yun fixed his sharp gaze on Jiang Chen, then suddenly burst out laughing. ”Kid, I have to admit, you’ve got guts, daring to threaten me.”

”That just makes me appreciate you more.”

”In that case, I’ll bet my life against yours.”

”How about that? Satisfied now?”

Jiang Chen settled back into his seat and faced Ling Yun, perfectly composed. ”Since you want to bet our lives, let’s sign a contract. Just to make sure no one tries to welch on the deal.”

’With the Ten Directions Calculation, there’s no way I can’t outplay Ling Yun.’

Even though Jiang Chen could sense that Ling Yun’s luck with cards was incredibly strong.

But his Ten Directions Calculation could absorb another person’s luck.

That alone was enough to guarantee he wouldn’t lose.

Ling Yun let out another great laugh. ”Excellent. I’m liking you more and more.”

”Bring the contract.”

He gestured with his hand, and an attendant immediately went to fetch the contract.

Soon, a life-and-death contract appeared on the table.

Staring at the life-and-death contract, Ling Yun said, ”Go on, kid. Sign it. You don’t have the right to back out now.”

Jiang Chen glanced at the contract. It stated that both parties were betting their lives. Regardless of the outcome, the loser was to commit suicide.

The terms were brutally simple.

Without a word, Jiang Chen signed his name.

”Your turn.”

Just as Ling Yun was about to sign, a man who looked like a steward spoke up from his side. ”Sir, is this really wise?”

”We can have someone else take your place.”

But Ling Yun waved him off and signed his name without hesitation.

The contract was sealed in an instant.

He laughed heartily. ”Now, let us begin.”

”We’ll play with our cards face-up from the start. How about it?”

Jiang Chen nodded. ”No problem.”

Having come this far, Jiang Chen had no intention of backing down.

Within his sea of consciousness, the Ten Directions Calculation began to whir to life.

Two seats appeared in his mind’s eye.

His and Ling Yun’s.

Ling Yun sat in seat one; he was in seat six.

The luck radiating from Ling Yun in seat one was incredibly potent, so strong it was almost tangible.

Jiang Chen silently commanded within his consciousness, ’Seize his luck.’

He would use the Ten Directions Calculation to steal his opponent’s luck for himself.

’One drop of blood essence.’

The Ten Directions Calculation prompted him again: one drop of blood essence was required.

Jiang Chen didn’t hesitate. A drop of his blood essence materialized on the illusory Compass and seeped into it.

The next moment, the crimson luck surrounding Ling Yun began to surge frantically toward Jiang Chen.

Soon, the luck gathered around Jiang Chen was even denser than Ling Yun’s.

Jiang Chen smiled faintly at this result.

’Everything is under control.’

Ling Yun, for his part, remained impassive, apparently brimming with confidence in his own luck.

As the Holy Light descended, the cards were dealt.

SWISH!

Ling Yun flipped over a five.

Jiang Chen’s was a six.

The onlookers gasped, utterly stunned.

They were in shock.

”No way! Lord Ling Yun’s luck has always been incredible. He’s never lost! But this time, his first card is actually lower than Jiang Chen’s.”

”This Jiang Chen... his luck is nothing to sneeze at.”

Ling Yun’s brow twitched.

He was clearly surprised by this opening.

He had expected his card to be higher than Jiang Chen’s, only to find it was lower.

Jiang Chen, however, remained perfectly composed.

His expression was as placid as a still well; he showed no signs of being flustered by his opponent, the Gambling King.

He was utterly self-assured, with complete faith in his Ten Directions Calculation.

SWISH!

The second cards were dealt.

The crowd exploded, because Ling Yun had drawn another five.

And Jiang Chen, unbelievably, had another six.

Jiang Chen had beaten Ling Yun again.

”Unbelievable! Jiang Chen has beaten both of Ling Yun’s first two cards.”

”There’s only one card left. I wonder if Lord Ling Yun can turn the tables with his legendary luck?”

”This kid is incredible. It’s the first time anyone has ever beaten Lord Ling Yun on the first two cards.”

The Third Prince and his companions took a deep, nervous breath.

Jiang Chen’s life was on the line.

A life-and-death contract had been signed, and its terms had to be honored.

As for Ling Yun, his brows were now deeply furrowed.

He glanced at his own cards, then back at Jiang Chen’s. Being beaten twice in a row had soured his expression.

After all, he was the self-proclaimed Gambling King; he had never lost.

This time, it felt as if his luck was no match for Jiang Chen’s, and a bad feeling crept over him.

But he thought to himself, ’I, Ling Yun, have dominated the gambling dens for years. My luck has always been second to none, and no one has ever surpassed it. Even though my first two cards were a little lower...’

’...I’m confident I will crush this kid on the third card.’

The crowd held its breath.

The third card was dealt.

SWISH!

The Holy Light flashed.

Ling Yun’s eyes snapped to his card.

He saw that his card was a six.

Then, he whipped his head around to look at Jiang Chen’s card.

At that moment, Ling Yun trembled violently, his face a mask of utter disbelief.

He let out a choked gasp. ”This... This is impossible! How can this be?”

The moment he saw the card, he froze.