Chapter 13: You little bastard, are you ready to die?

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Meanwhile.

At the Imperial Palace.

Inside the Hall of Supreme Polarity.

Shen Xiao was sitting with her eyes closed, healing her wounds.

The sudden sound of hurried footsteps made her instinctively open her eyes.

With displeasure written across her face, she said, “Yanran, how many times have I told you? Whatever you do, you must remain calm and composed. Do not be arrogant or impatient. Why can’t you break this habit?”

Facing Shen Xiao’s reprimand, Nalan Yanran immediately lowered her head in shame.

Seeing this, Shen Xiao waved her hand indifferently. “Enough. Tell me—what happened to make you lose your composure like this?”

“Master, Shen Lang has been assassinated. His life or death is unknown!”

“What?!”

Shen Xiao shot to her feet, her face full of fury. “Why didn’t you tell me about something this important sooner?”

“Your disciple…”

Nalan Yanran felt somewhat aggrieved.

She had just begun to speak when Shen Xiao’s figure had already vanished from the great hall.

At the same time.

Shen Lang stared at the old man floating in the air, his expression turning grim in the extreme.

He had known that the Zhao family would seek revenge against him.

But he had never imagined that, in order to kill him, the Zhao family would become so utterly deranged.

They had not only sent a Foundation Establishment cultivator to deal with him, a worthless nobody in name.

They had even dispatched a Golden Core cultivator.

“Little bastard, have you prepared yourself for death?”

Faced with the taunting question from the man whose real name was Fang Hai, Shen Lang instinctively tightened his grip on the Murdering Sword, preparing to test the strength of a Golden Core cultivator.

But the moment Fang Hai lightly swept his arm through the air, every hair on Shen Lang’s body stood on end.

The terrifying killing intent forced his body to roll forward of its own accord.

In the next instant, Shen Lang saw that the ground where he had been standing had been sliced open by a deep crack.

His pupils contracted violently.

Damn it!

He was this powerful?

How the hell was he supposed to fight him?

Shen Lang began to panic.

Although the Murdering Sword had now received a five-hundred-percent enhancement, Fang Hai was hovering high in the sky.

Shen Lang could not touch him at all!

After dodging several of Fang Hai’s attacks in succession, Shen Lang grew irritated.

“System, how can I stop that old bastard from flying?”

“The host may spend ten million Hatred Points to purchase an Anti-Flight Formation.”

“Damn you!”

“If I had ten million Hatred Points, would I still need to ask you?”

“Give me something practical!”

The system replied faintly, “Try the lottery. It depends on your luck.”

Damn it!

Shen Lang was truly about to curse his ancestors.

At such a critical moment, this useless system actually wanted him to gamble on his luck!

Wasn’t that just a trap?

But when he saw Fang Hai unleash three terrifying wind blades at once, Shen Lang resigned himself to it.

“How do I draw?”

“One thousand Hatred Points per draw!”

Shen Lang glanced at the four thousand Hatred Points he had just earned through slaughter.

Then he gritted his teeth and said, “Draw for me!”

[Ding! One thousand Hatred Points have been deducted from the host. The lottery wheel is now activated!]

Looking at the various cultivation techniques and overpowered weapons displayed on the wheel, Shen Lang grew excited.

As long as he won even one of them, he would definitely win today’s battle.

However, in the very next second, the system’s notification nearly made him curse aloud.

“Thanks for your patronage? At a time like this, don’t mess with me!”

“Would the host like to continue drawing?”

Shen Lang watched as Fang Hai attacked him once again.

He gritted his teeth and said, “Draw them all!”

[Ding! Thanks for your patronage!]

[Ding! Thanks for your patronage!]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host. You have obtained one Guaranteed-Hit Aura Trial Card.]

Seeing that he had finally won something, Shen Lang immediately asked, “What does this Guaranteed-Hit Aura do?”

“To put it simply, anything the host throws will hit the enemy with one hundred percent certainty!”

At those words, Shen Lang’s eyes lit up.

The greatest difference between him and Fang Hai was not actually their combat strength.

It was the fact that Fang Hai could fly while he could not.

With the Guaranteed-Hit Aura, he could simply throw the Murdering Sword in his hand and kill that bastard!

With this thought, Shen Lang immediately shouted, “Activate the Guaranteed-Hit Aura!”

[Ding! The Guaranteed-Hit Aura Trial Card has been activated. It will become ineffective after one use!]

Feeling the changes taking place within his body, Shen Lang looked at Fang Hai with a cold smile.

Meanwhile, inside the restaurant, Xing Wenlong, He Xiufei, and the others had already begun drinking in celebration.

They believed that Shen Lang was certain to die today.

Especially Song Changhe, who had developed a deep grudge against Shen Lang.

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At that moment, when he saw Shen Lang throw his weapon in an attempt to injure Fang Hai, he burst into loud laughter.

“That little bastard has run out of tricks. He’s actually thrown away his weapon! He’s going to laugh this old man to death!”

“For a worthless fool to hold out until now is already quite impressive. Unfortunately, a fool is still a fool. He will never amount to anything in this lifetime!”

“Something’s wrong. Why is his weapon still flying toward Fang Hai?”

Whoosh!

Zhao An’s sudden remark instantly drew everyone’s attention to the weapon Shen Lang had thrown.

Seeing this, He Xiufei said calmly, “What are you panicking about? Even if that weapon has developed a mind of its own, its wielder is still that useless Shen Lang. There’s no way it can break through Fang Hai’s protective aura!”

“That little bastard cannot possibly turn the tables!”

His words caused everyone’s hearts, which had just leaped into their throats, to settle once more.

Indeed, there was no first place in literature and no second place in martial arts.

Shen Lang might be quite skilled when it came to scheming.

But there were no shortcuts on the path of martial cultivation.

No matter how many tricks a weaker cultivator possessed, it was still extremely difficult to break through a stronger expert’s protective aura.

However—

Before they could resume their music and dancing,

the Murdering Sword pierced directly through Fang Hai’s head.

“This… How is this possible?!”

Even He Xiufei was stunned when he saw this scene.

Then, as though he had thought of something, he spoke with a trembling voice.

“That weapon seems to be a divine weapon!”

“What?”

He Xiufei’s words were like a massive bomb thrown into a tranquil lake.

In an instant, they terrified everyone present.

Xing Wenlong, in particular, pressed him sternly, “Old He, what makes you think that weapon is a divine weapon?”

“Think about it. Before Shen Lang took out that weapon, what kind of state was he in?”

“And what was he like after he took it out?”

Hiss…

After He Xiufei’s reminder, everyone in the restaurant underwent a drastic change of expression.

They recalled that before Shen Lang had produced the weapon, he had been like a stray dog fleeing for its life from a hunter.

But after taking out that weapon, he had not only begun slaughtering his enemies—

he had grown fiercer with every kill.

In the end, he had even destroyed Fang Hai with overwhelming ease.

Such might truly resembled that of a divine weapon.

Yet Xing Wenlong still refused to believe it. “Isn’t it a little exaggerated to identify it as a divine weapon based on so little information?”

He Xiufei slowly shook his head. “It is definitely a divine weapon. Look at Shen Lang’s condition right now!”

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