Doomsday Roulette

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"Little one, how old are you?"

Ye Pingsu was high in the sky, his body swaying constantly, yet his face wore a cheerful smile as he asked.

Mizhao looked over; this renowned strongman of the Su Clan had missing front teeth. His smile didn’t evoke warmth or kindness; instead, it was rather nauseating.

Though feeling disgusted, Mizhao chose not to engage in conversation. First, this elder held a significant status, and while he felt no fear, he still respected him. Second, he didn't believe that talking would help during a fierce battle, especially when life and death were at stake.

With the energy and time to speak, it was better to think about how to deal with the upcoming fight.

Seeing that Mizhao remained silent, Ye Pingsu raised his hands, and around him, colorful mist began to rise. Shaking his head, he said, "You kids really are something; even in a fight, communication is necessary. Otherwise, how can the victor feel truly exhilarated?"

Those who talked a lot won their satisfaction, while those who didn’t could die from too much chatter, which was also somewhat enjoyable.

"Elder, we are preparing, so please spare us the nonsense." After Mizhao spoke, the colorful mist suddenly began to boil. The red mist surged forward, and at that moment, Mizhao’s body entered the red mist. In the next instant, a blood-red beast with sharp fangs charged towards Ye Pingsu.

The beast was massive; warriors below would find that its burning body occupied most of their field of vision. As it dove down, its roar shook the very sky.

"What’s with this Ten Color Claws~~" Ye Pingsu murmured softly. His swaying body suddenly came to a stop, and in the surrounding void, mysterious symbols began to light up one after another.

When the number of symbols reached ten, a formation appeared in the void, hovering around Ye Pingsu.

As the red beast lunged forward, the formation glowed brilliantly, and countless ice spikes of various sizes shot out from it to meet the beast.

The red mist exploded from the beast's body like blood, painting half the sky in crimson.

The ice spikes shattered, scattering into countless icy fragments that reflected spots of blood-red light.

Mizhao's figure reappeared, returning to the colorful mist as if nothing had happened. However, upon closer inspection, there was no longer any red in the mist.

On Ye Pingsu's side, the previous glowing formation had dimmed, and the elder was now fanning himself as if he didn’t want the ice fragments to touch him.

This was not the end. After Mizhao reappeared, azure mist floated out. He looked up, vanished again, and when he reappeared, he was in the azure mist, which almost instantly transformed into a massive azure ferocious bird with four pairs of wings, crashing towards Ye Pingsu.

Ye Pingsu continued to smile. The trajectory of his previous hand movement also lit up with symbols. These symbols combined with the earlier faint formation base to create an entirely new formation.

Facing the oncoming ferocious bird, the entire formation glowed brightly, emitting three circles of light resembling smoke rings that flew towards the opponent in succession.

The first smoke ring expanded as it flew, perfectly enveloping the ferocious bird before immediately tightening, intending to control it, but it was shattered in an instant.

Next came the second ring, which also tightened but managed to hold the massive bird in place for three seconds.

As those three seconds concluded, the final glowing ring wrapped around the ferocious bird. This creature, likely a manifestation of Mizhao’s true form combined with the colored mist, let out a mournful cry before bursting apart.

Mizhao returned to his original position, his expression somewhat grim.

Clearly, wielding the Ten Color Claws—a divine level weapon—was a trial for him as well.

Ye Pingsu, on the other hand, showed no signs of concern. His formation staff rapidly tapped in the surrounding void, no longer concealing the surge of energy.