As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life

After exhaling a breath, Hong Lei also lowered his voice and replied softly, “Since Elder Li has asked, I won’t hide it. Though this house bears the name ‘Qiankun,’ it is jointly operated by the Daoist Master Mansion alongside the Su Family, Zhou Family, Yun Family, and Zhong Family, noble factions of Dao City. It adheres to principles of fairness and integrity. Reputation is absolutely trustworthy.”

Li Che slowly inhaled, nodding with admiration.

After placing his bet, Li Che opened the oil-paper umbrella and left, turning to disappear into a dim alley.

In that moment, Li Che donned the Bull Demon Mask, his figure towering high and broad as Tower Mountain. He snapped his fingers, and within the alleyway, a scroll unfolded, summoning shadowy figures one by one.

Hong Lei instructed the attendant to record Li Che’s wager, only for the hairs on his body to stand on end suddenly. He turned around to see…

A terrifying figure wearing the Bull Demon Mask. The presence was dense with qi and blood intertwining.

“This…”

“Bull Demon?!”

“Netherworld Ox Demon!”

With the mention of the Netherworld Ox Demon…

Deathly silence instantly enveloped the surroundings.

The name of the Underworld—how terrifying!

This was the force that accompanied Yellow Sword Wine in slaying a Martial Saint!

An intangible pressure radiated outward, quickly spreading throughout the gambling house, leaving everyone gasping for air as if the act of breathing had become arduous.

“Place a bet.”

Li Che, wearing the Bull Demon Mask, lowered his voice…

And said gravely, “Bet on the tenth-place Li Nuanxi.”

“With one Fifth-Order Middle-Level Divine Crystal.”

Crackle—

Golden arcs of thunder seemed to leap and streak across the space, and beneath the seemingly harmless mask of a Bull Demon, his eyes glowed ominously, brimming with devilish killing intent.

Hong Lei, whose cultivation level was merely that of an Innate Great Grandmaster, suddenly felt his Innate True Gang freeze.

The sensation of impending death clung to him like a shadow, as though the Bull Demon might twist his neck at any moment.

“May I place this bet?”

The Ox Demon rasped.

“Y-yes… you can…”

Beads of cold sweat streamed down Hong Lei’s forehead and splattered, shattering into droplets upon the ground.