Gambling with the Dao of Heaven — Hu Feng "Die!" With a furious roar, Yue Changfeng's spear was like a streak of lightning, thrusting into the void where a faint figure existed. Even though the youth managed to evade his lock-on, the spear of slaughter sensed his position. "Boom!" A deafening explosion echoed as a small bone token collided with the spear's tip, creating a large hole in the fabric of space. By the time the hole closed, the youth had vanished without a trace, and even the spear of slaughter couldn't sense his direction. Clearly, he had escaped. "I offered you a divination out of goodwill, yet you try to kill me. Truly a group of ungrateful individuals. Originally, despite the ominous divination, there was a chance for remedy if you sought to avoid calamity and pursue good fortune. However, now, you can all await death!" The voice of the youth resonated from afar. "Damn little bastard, dare you leave your name behind," ...