337: Chapter 337 A Bunch of Fools!

In the arena, Song Zhen wiped the sweat from his forehead, his fingers trembling.

There were few chips left on the gambling table in front of him, while the Demon Kings opposite him were betting with increasing joy.

Song Zhen's lips were pale. He turned to look at Li Shengyuan at the edge of the crowd, his eyes turning red. "Big Brother Li... how about, how about we switch people? If we keep losing, we'll have nothing left..."

His voice carried a hint of a sob.

It wasn't that he hadn't lost before, but that was his own money, and even if it was borrowed, it wasn't much!

But this time... what he was losing now was the life savings of Big Brother Li, His Majesty the Dragon Emperor, and Eldest Senior Brother. With every round, what he lost was comparable to ten previous bets; his heart bled every time.

The surrounding Demon Kings burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! Little brother, don't be a coward!"

"His Majesty the Dragon Emperor has plenty of resources. What does this little bit matter?"

"Exactly, exactly. It's rare for Your Majesty to show such grace; we have to show our appreciation, don't we?"

"..."

The laughter grew louder and more insolent.

The loyalist Demon Kings standing on the Dragon Emperor's side looked furious and were about to step forward, but they were stopped by a single look from Long Qingcheng.

They looked at the Dragon Emperor in confusion, only to see her expression as calm as water, as if what was being lost wasn't a massive amount of resources, but just a few stones.

Only Long Qingcheng herself knew how astonishing the changes within her body were at this moment.

It was an indescribable, mysterious feeling. In the dark, something seemed to be continuously pouring in.

It wasn't Spiritual Qi or cultivation, but a deeper, more fundamental power of the Origin.

Her perception became sharper, her anticipation of danger clearer, and even the Bottleneck that had troubled her for years showed faint signs of loosening.

Is this... the Luck amplification?

She looked at Li Shengyuan, who stood with his hands behind his back in the crowd, a flicker of admiration crossing her eyes.

This kid is truly something else.

Li Shengyuan seemed to sense it; he raised his eyes to meet Long Qingcheng's gaze and gave a slight nod.

Then he turned to Song Zhen with a gentle smile. His voice wasn't loud, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly:

"Junior Brother Song, keep gambling. Any losses will be on me and Your Majesty."

He paused, his gaze sweeping coolly over those smug Demon Kings, a faint smile playing on his lips. "The Demon Kings are right. We... have plenty of resources."

The last few words were full of hidden meaning.

Those insolent Demon Kings were completely oblivious, thinking Li Shengyuan was just being stubborn, and they laughed even harder.

Long Qingcheng also nodded calmly to Song Zhen. "Continue."

Song Zhen took a deep breath and clenched his fists.

Fine, if Big Brother Li and Your Majesty aren't afraid, what do I have to fear?

Gritting his teeth, he pushed out the last batch of chips.

"Come on!"

The dice fell.

Lost again.

The gambling funds were completely drained.

Song Zhen's face went white, and he slumped into his chair as if all his strength had been drained.

At this moment, he even felt an impulse to never touch dice again in his life... he was scared of losing, truly terrified of losing.

The Lion King, who had won the most, held the Dragon Pearl and laughed to the sky. "Hahahaha! Many thanks for Your Majesty's generous gift! Many thanks to this little brother for his generosity!"

The Lion King, having won the Dragon Pearl, was even more high-spirited. He sat down boldly at the table, his golden fur bristling. "Little brother, I've just obtained the Dragon Pearl and my Luck is peaking. Let's go again!"

The other winners chimed in one after another, their laughter shaking the heavens.

To them, it wasn't just about winning cultivation resources anymore; it was about finally trampling over the Dragon Emperor, Long Qingcheng, who had suppressed them for many years!

At the edge of the crowd, Li Shengyuan still stood with his hands behind his back, the smile on his face growing deeper.

On a level unnoticed by anyone, a massive amount of mixed Luck was quietly peeling away from those smug Demon Kings, flowing into him and Long Qingcheng like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

Even Chu Chunqiu, who had the least gambling funds, could now feel it clearly.

Feeling the increasingly abundant Power of Luck within her, a very faint smile finally appeared on Long Qingcheng's lips.

Laugh away.

Laugh a few more times while you still can.

After all, in a few days, I'm afraid... you won't be able to laugh anymore.

Just then, a dark figure suddenly appeared between the humans and the demons.

"You idiots! What are you so proud of?" the figure roared harshly.

"You don't even know that your most important Luck has been won away!"