A red dot appeared in Su Chen’s vision, as if mocking him.
“Haha! I won, I won, I won!”
Si Hanyue burst into loud laughter when she saw that Su Chen had rolled a one.
The Si family members also cracked smiles—though most were bitter.
They still didn’t dare to relax. After all, there were many members in the Su family.
There could be many more rounds to play.
Su Chen collapsed weakly to the ground.
The Su family members looked up at the beams above. Even the things they had once found ugly now looked beautiful.
Many couldn’t endure the torment and wanted to kill themselves, only to discover they couldn’t.
Something was suppressing them.
Clang.
A blade appeared before Si Hanyue.
“You won. Go now. Kill sixty people from the Su family.”
Si Hanyue’s smile froze, her expression stiff.
Even the joy on her face began to fade.
She was at a loss. She had never killed so many people before.
She looked at the blade by her feet, reached down to pick it up, but it felt as heavy as a mountain.
After she lifted it, she stood frozen, looking at her family, then at Dongfang Wudao, silently pleading for someone to save her.
Time ticked by.
Si Hanyue remained standing in place.
“Time’s up,” Dongfang Wudao said calmly.
Si Hanyue breathed a sigh of relief. The blade dropped to the ground, making a crisp sound.
The tense atmosphere in the grand hall slightly eased.
But at that moment, streaks of sword light appeared in the void.
Si family members—sixty heads rolled to the ground.
In an instant, the hall was filled with the stench of blood.
“No! No! Please, no!”
Si Hanyue’s eyes widened in horror as she cried out.
Shen Qingqiu’s eyes also widened.
So this was the cultivation world—human lives worth less than grass. What she had read in novels was nothing like witnessing it firsthand.
At that moment, Shen Qingqiu even felt nauseous. She nearly vomited.
She glanced at Dongfang Wudao. He remained indifferent, calmly sipping his tea.
She felt that pulling Dongfang Wudao back from the abyss would be even harder than she imagined.
“Continue.”
Si Hanyue looked at Dongfang Wudao’s cold eyes, her heart twisting in pain.
She used to be the treasure in his palm. Now she wasn’t even worth the grass beneath his feet.
Su Chen picked up the die and rolled it to the ground, closing his eyes.
Clatter…
As the die spun, everyone’s hearts pounded.
“Six… six… six…”
The Su family silently repeated in their hearts.
At last, the die stopped—six.
Everyone in the Su family sighed in relief. Many wiped the sweat from their foreheads.
This was more exhausting than charging into the abyss.
Su Chen also exhaled deeply. Ignoring the pain in his chest, he wiped the cold sweat from his brow.
Si Hanyue stood up. Her fingers trembled. She couldn’t even hold a small die steady.
In the end, because of her trembling hands, the die dropped to the ground.
It rolled to a one.
“Doesn’t count! That doesn’t count! I didn’t hold it properly!”
Si Hanyue panicked.
She dropped to her knees before Dongfang Wudao.
A blade appeared in front of Su Chen.
He took a deep breath, picked up the blade, and walked to the Si family.
Then, one swing after another, he started cutting them down.
Soon, the hall was nearly covered in blood.
The overwhelming stench made Shen Qingqiu sick to her stomach.
“Su Chen, it’s all your fault. If not for you, my life would’ve been so much better!”
“Si Hanyue, if you truly loved Dongfang Wudao, how would I have had the chance to come between you?”
“In the end, you’re just another white lotus.”
Tears streamed endlessly from Si Hanyue’s eyes.
Time passed. Heads rolled throughout the grand hall. The blood was already ankle-deep.
Shen Qingqiu’s face was pale, her body swaying. The suffocating stench made her forget how to breathe.
At this point, the Si family had just over fifty people left. The Su family had a little more than twenty.
Si Hanyue and Su Chen had gone completely bloodthirsty.
Their hands, faces, and clothes were soaked in blood.
Both panted heavily for breath, not caring how awful the air smelled.
They had forgotten whether they could survive. All they wanted was to win and kill the other.
Si Hanyue rolled the die again. Blood spun with it, forming a vortex.
Eventually, the die stopped.
A six.
“Haha! Su Chen, did you see? This is fate!”
Su Chen’s face grew tense. He picked up the die.
“Don’t celebrate too early, Si Hanyue.”
The die spun once more.
Another blood vortex formed—and again, a six.
Shen Qingqiu watched in silence. This was the first time the two had rolled matching numbers.
They both looked toward Dongfang Wudao. With identical rolls, would there be a rematch? Or something else?
Dongfang Wudao gently tapped his finger against the armrest.
His fingers, so clear and distinct, seemed like a death knell—each tap beating on their hearts instead of the seat. Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
Time passed.
“I have a question for you.”
Hearing Dongfang Wudao speak, both Si Hanyue and Su Chen looked confused.
Only Shen Qingqiu trembled, realizing something.
It was now she understood how terrifying Dongfang Wudao truly was.
This was only a glimpse of his true self, and it was already horrifying.
“Why haven’t you killed each other?”
“After all, this duel is between the two of you. If one kills the other, doesn’t that end the game?”
His playful gaze made their hearts freeze.
They had never once thought of killing each other—not to mention Dongfang Wudao had never said so.
“Weren’t you both pretty clever earlier? Why didn’t you think of this?”
“But it doesn’t matter now. Since it’s a tie, you both die. That’s fair.”
“Dongfang Wudao! You’re despicable! We both rolled the same. It’s a draw. We deserve another chance!”
“Both got sixes. We should reroll!”
Si Hanyue shouted firmly.
The remaining members of the Si family grew nervous and spoke up.
“There should be a rematch!”
“There should be a rematch!”
The Su family echoed.
Dongfang Wudao looked at everyone in the grand hall and chuckled.
“Do I need your permission?”
Their hearts sank.
“Because I control your life and death.”
“You can only obey.”
“Even in death, you must obey.”
“I am the one who sets the rules. Final interpretation rights belong to me.”
As soon as Dongfang Wudao finished, countless sword beams appeared in the void.
Boom!
Crack! Crack!
One head after another flew into the air. Blood sprayed across the hall.
As Su Chen’s head flew, disbelief still lingered in his eyes—as if all this were a dream.
“I regret everything…”
Before dying, Si Hanyue looked at Dongfang Wudao and spoke.
Shen Qingqiu’s face turned white. As the people in the hall were slaughtered, she could no longer hold on. Her body went limp and collapsed.
Dongfang Wudao moved his finger, forming a formless barrier.
She didn’t fall into the pool of blood.
“Don’t let those filthy things touch you.”
When Shen Qingqiu heard Dongfang Wudao’s words, her eyes lit up.
It seemed she had done well.
Dongfang Wudao turned his back to her, the corner of his lips curled in a playful smile.