Chapter 27 Another Lottery!

The atmosphere within the dark and deep Asura Hall was cold and solemn.

Ye Haocheng sat high upon the throne forged from ten-thousand-year cold iron, his expression indifferent and his gaze calm.

He looked down at the forty-two Martial Emperor Realm experts, including Wang Chi, who were sprawled on the ground like dead dogs.

Within his vision, above the heads of these once-formidable and notorious experts, appeared halos of luck points that were invisible to the naked eye, visible only to him.

[Name: Wang Chi. Cultivation: Martial Emperor Realm Second Layer. Luck Level: Cyan.]

[Name: Zhao Wuji. Cultivation: Martial Emperor Realm Third Layer. Luck Level: Cyan.]

[Name: Sha Tongtian. Cultivation: Martial Emperor Realm First Layer. Luck Level: Cyan.]

...

Streams of information flowed past Ye Haocheng's eyes like a waterfall.

Each of these Martial Emperor Realm cultivators was a ruthless character who had crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and without exception, their luck levels were all Cyan.

Ye Haocheng quickly made a calculation in his mind.

Adding these people together, a rough estimate meant he could obtain over 400,000 luck points!

If he were to harvest all of them, the luck points in his possession would surpass the 500,000 mark!

This was more than enough to exchange for an item lottery chance!

At the thought of this, a trace of irrepressible anticipation and burning fervor involuntarily appeared in Ye Haocheng's eyes.

He slowly stood up from that cold throne.

His movements were unhurried, carrying a sense of calm elegance.

He walked down the steps, one by one, slowly approaching Wang Chi and the others.

"Who… who exactly are you?!"

Wang Chi struggled to lift his head, looking up at the indifferent young man before him.

His eyes were filled with endless fear, unwillingness, and deep confusion.

He did not understand! He truly did not understand!

How could a young man who appeared to be at most in the Martial Evolution Realm have the ability to make forty-two legendary Martial Saint Realm supreme experts bow down to him and address him as "Master"?!

"You… what exactly do you intend to do to us?!"

On the other side, Zhao Wuji, known as the "Black Wind Bandit Chief," also roared in a hoarse and desperate voice.

"If you want to kill or carve us up, do as you please! Why must you humiliate us like this!"

Upon hearing this, the corners of Ye Haocheng's mouth curled into a cold arc.

He didn't even bother to answer the questions of these dying men.

To him, these fellows were merely walking luck points waiting to be harvested.

Wasting breath on them was purely a waste of time.

Without the slightest hesitation, he waved his arm gently.

There were no earth-shattering fluctuations of spiritual power, nor any flashy or dazzling martial arts techniques.

It was merely a casual wave.

"Swish—!"

An invisible force of spiritual energy, like the Grim Reaper's scythe, silently slashed through the void!

It precisely swept across the necks of everyone on the ground.

"Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!..."

A series of dull sounds rang out almost simultaneously!

Wang Chi, Zhao Wuji, Sha Tongtian... The forty-two heads, still bearing expressions of terror, unwillingness, and confusion, soared into the sky!

Then, like dumplings being dropped, they rolled onto the ground with a "clatter."

Blood, like a fountain, surged forth from their severed necks!

In an instant, the cold black hall was stained with a layer of even more bewitching scarlet!

Just then, a series of cold system prompts rang out in Ye Haocheng's mind like the sound of music!

[Ding! Congratulations to the Host for successfully slaying forty-two Cyan-tier luck cultivators! A total of 420,000 luck points have been obtained!]

Listening to the pleasant chime in his mind, a satisfied smile appeared on Ye Haocheng's face.

He turned to the side, addressing the forty-two Asura Hall members who remained kneeling on one knee with fanatical expressions, and calmly ordered.

"Dispose of these corpses. Follow the addresses on the task list and send them back to the respective employers."

"Yes! Master!"

The forty-two Asura Hall members responded in unison, their voices resonant and filled with unconditional obedience.

Ye Haocheng paid no more mind to the bloody scene and turned to walk toward the training room on the third floor of the hall.

Returning to the absolutely quiet training room that belonged solely to him, Ye Haocheng sat cross-legged and sank his consciousness into the system space.

Looking at the balance of 515,000 luck points on the system panel, his heart couldn't help but burn with fervor.

Ye Haocheng pondered for a moment. For now, his personal safety was not at risk within this absolutely fortified Asura Hall.

What he lacked most right now was his own strength, as well as his pitifully weak cultivation talent!

If he could draw some supreme treasure that could defy the heavens, change his fate, and improve his cultivation talent, that would be perfect!

At the thought of this, Ye Haocheng hesitated no longer. He let out a long breath, his eyes flickering with anticipation!

He opened the system's lottery page and silently commanded in his heart, "System! Exchange for one item lottery chance!"

As soon as he finished speaking, [Ding! 300,000 luck points have been deducted! Exchange successful! Congratulations to the Host, you have obtained one item lottery chance!]

The system's prompt rang out immediately. Following that, the system page before Ye Haocheng flashed with light, and a massive turntable exuding an ancient and mysterious aura suddenly appeared before him!

This turntable was divided into countless small sections, each flashing with different colored lights representing treasures of varying levels.

Looking at the massive turntable, Ye Haocheng's heart couldn't help but accelerate, thumping with anticipation.

He took a deep breath, trying his best to steady his voice. "Start the lottery!"

"Hum—!" At Ye Haocheng's command, the massive turntable instantly emitted a buzzing sound! It began to spin frantically at a speed impossible for the naked eye to track!

Countless treasures flashed past Ye Haocheng's eyes! "Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique"! "Chaos Bead"! "Zhu Xian Sword Formation"! ...

Ye Haocheng's heart was in his throat!

The turntable's spinning speed gradually slowed... Finally, under Ye Haocheng's tense and expectant gaze, the pointer stopped with a "click" on a section flashing with dazzling, seven-colored glazed divine light!

"Holy sh*t!!!" Even with Ye Haocheng's composure, upon seeing this scene, he couldn't help but curse!

His face was instantly overwhelmed by wild joy and disbelief!