123: I can't keep you here.

Regret, unwillingness, heartache… all sorts of emotions surged into Zhao Chi's heart.

But no matter what, it couldn't change the reality that he had already lost.

Hiss!

Everyone else also looked towards Gu Liangyuan.

Another hit!

Five million turned into one hundred and twenty million!

This was faster than robbery!

Gu Liangyuan stepped forward, looking down at Zhao Chi.

He didn't speak, but simply extended his hand naturally.

Looking at this familiar gesture, Zhao Chi looked up at Gu Liangyuan, then suddenly smiled, as if relieved.

He took out two Storage Pouches from his in arms; one contained forty million Top-Grade Spirit Stones.

The other contained eighty immortal jade.

Together, they were worth exactly one hundred and twenty million Top-Grade Spirit Stones.

He stood up and handed them to Gu Liangyuan:

"Fellow Daoist, good methods."

After Gu Liangyuan took them, he flipped his hand again and took out a ring-shaped jade pendant carved with nine Dragon patterns, handing it to Gu Liangyuan:

"This is my Gathering Treasure Pavilion's supreme card, which I am giving to Fellow Daoist."

"With this card, any purchases made within the Gathering Treasure Pavilion will receive a ten percent discount."

Those who recognized it nearby spoke enviously:

"Normally, to obtain a supreme card, there are only two requirements: either be an unparalleled Great Divine Power, or spend over eighty million Top-Grade Spirit Stones at the Gathering Treasure Pavilion."

"Neither condition is easy to meet."

"Tsk tsk tsk, it has to be the Gathering Treasure Pavilion, their magnanimity is truly great. Not only are they not annoyed about losing immortal jade, but they even offer a supreme card."

"This magnanimity, this breadth of mind!"

Gu Liangyuan looked at the supreme card and immediately cast a detection spell:

Name: supreme card with a Soul-Tracking Array

Effect: Ten percent discount on all purchases at the Gathering Treasure Pavilion.

However, this supreme card has been tampered with by someone with a Great Divine Power, who can use a Soul-Tracking Array to locate the owner of this supreme card at any time.

Gu Liangyuan accepted it calmly, but sneered inwardly.

They just had to use these underhanded methods.

And so clumsily at that.

Amitabha, it seems this humble Daoist cannot let you live!

Thinking this, Gu Liangyuan's face, however, showed a smile:

"Then I thank Fellow Daoist very much."

Zhao Chi returned a faint smile.

Immediately, he turned his head to look at the others:

"Everyone, I apologize. Though I wish to continue this gambling den, I regret that my financial resources are insufficient."

"After I settle the wins and losses for this round with you all, the gambling den will close."

Seeing this, although some felt regret, they still expressed understanding.

To be able to support a gamble of one hundred million Top-Grade Spirit Stones already showed Zhao Chi's profound foundation.

However, he ran into Gu Liangyuan, who won everything from him in just a few rounds!

This shocking high-stakes gamble, on the surface, was arguably the largest in a hundred years.

It was destined to be talked about for a long time.

The crowd discussed for a while, gradually calming down, and began to watch the other Disciples on the field.

After all, they still had bets placed.

As Sun Pu withdrew, a few more Disciples fought, and then it was Mo Chen and Golden Great Harvest's turn.

Seeing that it was almost time to enter the arena, Mo Chen patted Oriental Heng's shoulder:

"Junior Brother, watch me get revenge for you."

Oriental Heng nodded solemnly:

"Thank you, Senior Brother."

The surrounding Disciples, listening to their conversation, twitched their mouths.

They truly were two of a kind.

I remember you were the one who went up and beat up Golden Great Harvest, right?

Shouldn't those words come from Golden Great Harvest's mouth to be appropriate?

How did it end up sounding like you two were the victims?

Golden Great Harvest also heard these words, and his anger grew even stronger!

Good, good, good, later I will reclaim all the humiliation I suffered from Oriental Heng upon you!

The two entered the arena. Golden Great Harvest felt Mo Chen's Foundation Establishment third Realm cultivation. If it were before, he would surely have disdained it.

But after Oriental Heng's lesson, he dared not be careless in the slightest towards a Forgetting Love Peak Disciple.

This time, he was exceptionally focused, just waiting for the protective array to activate, then he would go all out, vowing to achieve victory swiftly!

Soon, the protective array activated.

A fierce light flashed in his eyes.

He extended his hand and a small hammer glowing with yellow light appeared in his hand.

Just as he was about to make a move, Mo Chen on the opposite side suddenly spoke:

"Before, you let my Junior Brother have three moves. For fairness, I will also let you have three moves!"

As soon as Mo Chen said this, Golden Great Harvest's movements immediately paused.

He looked at Mo Chen with some disbelief and said:

"Really?"

He couldn't understand where Mo Chen, with his Foundation Establishment third Realm cultivation, got the courage to say such words?

Suddenly, he felt a chill coming from behind him.

He instinctively turned his head, only to see a Flying Sword radiating red light stabbing directly at him.

Whoosh!

The red light flashed, and blood splattered across the sky.

The sword was originally aimed at Golden Great Harvest's back, but due to Golden Great Harvest's dodge, it only grazed his ribs.

Just then, Mo Chen's voice came:

"You actually believed that?"

Golden Great Harvest: I #￥%%￥￥￥##!

"Good!"

The surrounding Disciples cheered when they saw this scene!

If these were two Disciples of the same Realm, they would surely despise Mo Chen for using such a move.

But people naturally have a certain tolerance for the weak. With Mo Chen's Foundation Establishment third Realm cultivation, no matter what move he used, as long as it could injure Golden Great Harvest, it was a good move.

Golden Great Harvest was still shaken and had no time to react when he saw the Remnant Blood Sword make a turn in the air and stab at him again.

If it were an ordinary Flying Sword, Golden Great Harvest could easily block it.

But what Mo Chen held was a Top-Grade Heavenly Rank Magical Artifact.

And it was also a sword-shaped Magical Artifact, the best for killing, among Heavenly Rank Magical Artifacts.

Although Mo Chen only had Foundation Establishment cultivation, by utilizing this Heavenly Rank Magical Artifact, he already had the ability to injure Golden Great Harvest.

Golden Great Harvest dared not be careless. As his magical power circulated, the yellow light on the small hammer in his hand intensified!

"Go!"

With a loud shout, he threw the small hammer in his hand, directly smashing it towards the Flying Sword!

Having done all this, Golden Great Harvest's hands did not stop. As he quickly formed hand seals, a golden blade phantom shimmered behind him.

With the infusion of magical power, this golden blade phantom continuously solidified.

At the same time, Mo Chen on the opposite side also took a step forward.

"Five Qi Towards the Origin!"

With a loud shout, the Five Elements Qi surged from his five internal organs: heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys, circulating through Mo Chen's body in a Great Zhou.

As a Great Zhou circulation was completed, Mo Chen's Aura surged, and his cultivation reached the Foundation Establishment sixth Realm!

This was a self-comprehended method of Mo Chen's, utilizing the Five Qi in his chest to temporarily boost his cultivation.

Looking at the resplendent golden blade phantom, Mo Chen's mind was clear, and he was thinking rapidly.

He knew that the cultivation gap between him and Golden Great Harvest was too great.

He simply couldn't withstand Golden Great Harvest's attack with just his cultivation.

What he could rely on was only his Spirit Treasure.

With this in mind, Mo Chen quickly formed hand seals, and a large seal hung above his head.

When this seal appeared, it was only the size of a palm.

In the blink of an eye, it grew to the height of a person, like a small mountain!

This seal was precisely the Low Grade Spirit Treasure, Mountain Suppressing River, bestowed by Gu Liangyuan!

"Go!"

With a loud shout, the small mountain moved with it, carrying the momentum of a collapsing mountain, pressing directly towards Golden Great Harvest!

Theoretically, when this Mountain Suppressing River is fully unleashed, it can transform into a majestic mountain.

However, the Spiritual Qi within Mo Chen's body was insufficient to support him in unleashing the full power of this treasure.

Having done all this, Mo Chen felt the Spiritual Qi in his body instantly depleted, leaving only a tiny trace.

Almost simultaneously, the ten-foot-long golden blade phantom behind Golden Great Harvest also finished brewing and struck directly at the Mountain Suppressing River!

Before the two could collide, Mo Chen, feeling the last trace of magical power in his body, flipped his hand and took out a small banner.

This banner was precisely the Earth Rank Magical Artifact, Five Thief Banner, bestowed by Gu Liangyuan!

Almost the instant the Five Thief Banner appeared, a five-colored divine light followed closely behind the Mountain Suppressing River, attacking Golden Great Harvest together.

Mo Chen still had methods he hadn't used, but the Spiritual Qi in his body was already exhausted.

The only thing he could use was the Sword Pellet within his body.

Mo Chen had nourished this Sword Pellet day and night with Spiritual Qi; it required no Spiritual Qi to be unleashed and could be spat out at will.

Back when he was still in the Qi Refining Realm, he had used this Sword Pellet to heavily injure a Golden Core Realm succubus!

But Mo Chen was not in a hurry to use it; instead, he was waiting.

Waiting for the instant Golden Great Harvest was struck by the Five Thief Qi.

If Golden Great Harvest wasn't affected by the Five Thief Qi, even if he spat out the Sword Pellet, he wasn't confident he could win with it.

If he was hit, he had an eighty percent chance of winning!