Chapter 138: The Loser Eats Dust! The Winner Eats Dust Too!

"I'm going all in! Betting two million!"

A confident voice echoed through the casino.

The few players in the entire casino turned toward him with startled glances.

They were all confident in their gambling skills.

And after careful observation from multiple angles.

They discovered this casino was surprisingly fair and impartial.

The dealers and other ghostly patrons didn't cheat or rig anything at all.

"That's right! Some dragon-blooded races reside on the Unicorn Island; you could say the island is dragon territory, yet the dragon clan seems to have no intention of intervening, allowing Old Man Withered Wood to attack Unicorn Island!" said Elder Black Tiger, frowning.

Supreme White Wind flew through the air, brimming with murderous intent; behind him, the Tiger Clan elders trembled violently—all from rage.

Elder Bai Cai and Master Gongzan's expressions changed; they recalled that same gentle breeze and clear voice atop the Rising Sun Sacred Mountain.

The Demon Subduing Mountain Spirit and the Black Demon True Lord both retreated three hundred li, watching warily as the numerous Tianjie-tier experts of the Dragon-Tiger Sacred Grounds stood before them.

As for the gains of this war, first and foremost, in terms of troop types, besides the unexpected surrender of the Mochi clan, we annihilated five ancient red dragons of the Destruction peak, including the red dragon chieftain whose power nearly reached the pinnacle of destruction.

"But Ming Lei, wouldn't this change be too extreme for humans?" said Xiao Yi.

Song Ruilong and Su Xianrong searched the house on Liang Shangzou's upper floor for a long time but found no reliable evidence. Finally, they reached Liang Shangzou's bedroom.

Outside the stone pavilion, a blue glow shimmered; Chen Feng's golden dragon aura, as if summoned by some unseen force, shot straight into the pavilion. Wei Fei seemed to hear the golden aura's mournful cry; watching it crash wildly inside the pavilion, he involuntarily stepped inside.

After Song Ruilong pulled Su Xianrong and Xiao Shujie up, Su Xianrong was the first to crawl out of the basket.

All her tender concern turned to fury; her eyes darkened, faintly tinged with an alluring purple.

Three days after Shui Muyin had caused chaos at Courtyard No. 1, she was found dead in a dilapidated warehouse, her body splattered with blood, her gaze vacant—clearly insane.

"Alright, stay in bed these next few days. Don't get up." After treating Jiu'er's battered buttocks, Jing Licheng placed the medical kit into the resting room.

Xia Ling had also seen Gu Beicheng several times; his handsome appearance and noble lineage had already caught her attention.

Dong Yuqing's fleeting gentleness vanished completely; she reverted to her merciless, devilish coach persona. Yet, the rhythm of her serves subtly slowed.

The moment I drew my sword, screams erupted—one after another, without a single pause.

The youth training camp dorms were four-person suites; Gao Yang brought Li Yonghao to Building D, Room 102, and introduced him to his roommates.

Geng Haoshi turned left after leaving school; next door was Huayu Design Academy, the school where Yang Mipipi studied.

"You tell it—I can't!" Da Meng shook his head, reached over, and plucked the cigarette from Qiao Jian's mouth, then spoke.

"Since Miss Hongxian pleaded for him, I'll spare him. But if he ever causes trouble again in the capital, I won't show mercy again. Farewell!" With that, Liu Xisai rode off in fury; the giant sneered as he watched his back.

Passersby on the street, seeing this, all showed fear and instinctively cleared a path for him.

Lin Fang truly thanked Uncle Wang; it was thanks to Uncle Wang carrying Wen Lianhua home that Lin Fang, with his current frail body, could even make it.

Lu Zhaolin paused. Though he didn't know why Huang Ting reacted so strongly, he still recited it again, precisely and formally.