338: Chapter 338 The Netherworld Venerable!

That dark, low voice carried irritation and a hint of urgency that was hard to conceal.

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire venue fell into an uproar.

The Lion King, who had won the most just now, was holding the Dragon Pearl and laughing toward the sky. Upon hearing this, he subconsciously inspected his internal state. Clearly, nothing had changed, yet he felt an inexplicable sense of panic, and his smile suddenly froze.

"This... how is this possible?!" His voice suddenly turned sharp. "My Luck... why is it draining?!"

The other winners' expressions changed one after another, and they all began frantically inspecting themselves.

Immediately after, cries of alarm rose one after another:

"Luck is draining? How is this possible?!"

"What's going on? I clearly won, so why is my Luck draining?!"

"That Human Race brat! It's him! He's the one behind this!"

"..."

Countless gazes shot like sharp arrows toward Song Zhen, who was drenched in sweat behind the gambling table.

Their original smugness and contempt had now completely transformed into fear and rage.

Song Zhen was so frightened by these gazes that he shrank back, nearly sliding off his chair. He said with a trembling, tearful voice:

"I... I didn't do anything... I was just gambling... you were the ones who insisted on betting..."

He was telling the truth.

He really was just "performing as usual."

Long Qingcheng sat high in the main seat, her expression still as calm as water, though the corners of her lips curled into a faint, almost imperceptible arc.

She could already clearly feel that indefinable thing on her... Luck, was growing at a perceptible rate.

The Luck that was draining was quietly gathering on her and Li Shengyuan through some mysterious channel of Karma.

"So that's how it is," she thought to herself. "This is the struggle for Luck... no wonder Sister said back then that the cruelest killing move in the world isn't a blade or sword, but stealing someone's Luck without them knowing."

"Ultimately killing without a trace..."

Li Shengyuan stood with his hands behind his back, the mysterious smile on his lips deepening.

He looked at the figure in the gray mist, a sharp light flashing in his eyes. As expected, they couldn't hide anymore.

In the Demon King camp, the atmosphere instantly became tense.

Several Demon Kings who had lost the most had already manifested their true form phantoms, their fierce auras pressing down on Song Zhen.

"Little bastard! How dare you scheme against us!"

"Hand over this king's Luck! Otherwise, I'll make your Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering today!"

Song Zhen's face turned pale, his legs shaking uncontrollably. He subconsciously cast a pleading look at Li Shengyuan.

Li Shengyuan only gave him a gentle smile, then took a step forward, blocking him.

The surging pressure fell on him like mud entering the sea, vanishing without a trace.

"Everyone," Li Shengyuan's voice was calm but clearly reached everyone's ears, "if you bet, you must accept the loss; it's only natural."

"You won Spirit Stones and Magic Treasures, while Junior Brother Song lost his gambling funds. As for Luck... who can explain how such a profound thing drains away? What, winning money wasn't enough, you want to win the loser's life too?"

"Bullshit!" The Lion King's eyes were blood-red, and the Dragon Pearl in his hand trembled violently. "This is clearly an evil technique! You Human Race people are indeed insidious and cunning!"

"Evil technique?" Li Shengyuan chuckled. "You participated in the gambling session voluntarily, you placed the stakes yourselves. You were grinning ear to ear when you won, but now that you can't afford to lose, you call it an evil technique?"

"The magnanimity of you Demon Kings has truly opened my, Li's, eyes today."

These words made the faces of the impulsive Demon Kings turn red and white, but they were speechless.

Seeing the Demon Kings silenced by Li Shengyuan's words, the figure in the gray mist let out a cold snort, his dark green eyes becoming even more sinister.

He stared at Li Shengyuan and spoke slowly: "Your Excellency has good methods. Using Luck as bait to fish for the Demon Kings from all directions... such a move, even this venerable one has to admire it!"

Li Shengyuan met his gaze, his smile unchanging: "Your Excellency hides your head and shows your tail, lurking in the shadows to sow discord. Such courage, I, Li, also admire greatly. I wonder which expert from the Demon Domain Your Excellency is? Why not reveal your true form and let the Demon Kings recognize your face?"

As soon as these words were spoken, except for a few Demon Kings, the other demons' gazes turned toward the gray mist figure, their eyes filled with more caution.

Indeed, when did this person sneak in?

Why was the aura so unfamiliar?

The figure in the gray mist stiffened slightly, then let out a low laugh: "What a sharp-tongued Li Shengyuan. However, do you think that by taking the Luck of these fools, you can rest easy?"

The gray mist around him suddenly surged, and a cold, chilling aura rose into the sky, instantly enveloping the entire Holy Dragon Square.

That aura was exactly the same as the Esteemed Emissary of the Demonic Cult who had colluded with the Green Rhinoceros Demon King, but it was deeper and more dangerous!

"Human Race Demonic Cult!"

A Demon King cried out in alarm.

The gray mist dissipated, revealing a tall and sinister figure.

He wore a dark purple robe, his face was as pale as paper, and his dark green eyes seemed capable of swallowing light.

Most striking was the crack-like blood-red mark on his forehead, which was twitching slightly as if it were a living thing.

"This venerable one is the Right Protector of the Demon Cult Leader, Netherworld Venerable," he spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and piercing. "By order of the Cult Leader, I have come to see the 'grand gathering' of the Demon Domain... I didn't expect to see such a good show."

Long Qingcheng stood up abruptly, a cold light flashing in her golden eyes.

This was the moment she had been waiting for!

Li Shengyuan remained composed, even nodding slightly: "So it is the Right Protector of the Demonic Cult. I have long heard of your name. I just don't know if Your Protector has come to watch the show, or... to die?"

Netherworld Venerable smiled sinisterly: "Li Shengyuan, you are indeed clever. Unfortunately, clever people often die young."

"You think that by taking the Luck of these Demon Kings, you can weaken our power? You are dead wrong!"

He raised his hand and pointed at the Demon Kings whose expressions were shifting: "They are nothing but discarded pawns. The real show has only just begun."

Before he could finish speaking, from the four directions of Holy Dragon City, no...

It seemed as though several world-shaking explosions suddenly rang out from the entire Demon Domain!