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That melon brat finally got a clue!

The three-eyed young senior felt very satisfied…

Watching Tyrant Song’s Three Corpses Avatar answer one question after another correctly, the three-eyed young senior nodded silently and secretly put back his special cement with added ingredients, as well as a Sealing Barrel.

Meanwhile, his voice as he posed questions also became more emotional, no longer the emotionless, icy tone.

With Tyrant Kindness smoothly answering questions and the three-eyed young senior rattling them off, the scene was so harmonious and natural.

The eyeball butler flying in the sky showed a satisfied smile—even in the sky, it was still closely watching the progress of the gambling battle.

With Tyrant Kindness openly cheating and the three-eyed young senior discreetly going easy, the two hit it off perfectly.

Tacit understanding!

The two exchanged glances and instantly understood each other’s thoughts!

Then, time flew by…

And just like that, Tyrant Kindness smoothly lost the gambling battle.

The eyeball butler floating in the sky looked up at the weather that was starting to turn dark and closed its eyes, pretending to be a clueless hydrogen balloon.

The three-eyed young senior slowly took out a smoking pipe from his storage space, struck a match—puff—and took a deep drag, exhaling a thick cloud of white smoke that enveloped both Tyrant Kindness and himself.

It had been a very, very long time since he last smoked the tobacco from this pipe…

The Senior Three-Eyed had quit smoking for tens of thousands of years.

But now, if he didn’t take a puff, he felt he might not be able to repress his crumbling inner state.

Was my letting you win not obvious enough?

Was your cheating not powerful enough?

Were the questions still too difficult?

Why, even now… did you still lose?

Do you think you treated me right?

The three-eyed young senior looked down at Tyrant Kindness.

Opposite him, Tyrant Kindness was doing the robot dance… but slowed down by several hundred times.

He was like a robot whose battery was almost drained, his movements slow and stiff.

At this moment, Tyrant Kindness seemed to want to reach out his hand.

But just the ‘act of reaching out’ was so exhausting to watch; it was as if he had been afflicted with the ‘Thousand-Time Slowdown Technique’. He trembled for half a day, finally raising his hand slightly, as if in slow motion.

He opened his mouth, apparently wanting to speak… but after half a day, no sound came out.

The three-eyed young senior took another fierce drag of his tobacco, suppressing the urge to explode in his chest.

The Tyrant Kindness before him was weakened to the extreme, not just in movement and voice, but even in thought process!

This weakening effect even affected the immortal’s Three Corpses Avatar!

From Tyrant Kindness’s perspective, perhaps the entire world was accelerating!

And this condition emerged precisely when he and the three-eyed young senior were in tacit understanding, answering nearly twenty questions in one breath…

Just a few more minutes and the three-eyed young senior and Tyrant Kindness would’ve completed the gambling ritual without saying a word, with Tyrant Kindness winning the final battle for the Throne of Wealth Distribution, leading to a situation where everyone would be happy.

But at this critical moment, there was a problem with the flow of time around Tyrant Kindness.

At first, the three-eyed young senior didn’t notice.

So he asked a question… but after thirty seconds had passed, Tyrant Kindness had not answered.

And once more than thirty seconds passed without an answer, it was considered a forfeit.

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Under the constraints of the gambling ritual, the three-eyed young senior had to continue presenting the next question.

At the same time, the three-eyed young senior also realized that something was amiss.

But the rules of the gambling ritual were set in stone.

And so, the three-eyed young senior presented the question… waited thirty seconds… Tyrant Kindness was slowly opening his mouth, uttering an ‘aah’ sound, and then no response… Once the thirty seconds passed, the three-eyed young senior had no choice but to present the next question…

Unknowingly, fifty questions were presented this way.

And throughout it all, Tyrannical Song managed to answer only 19 questions.

Challenge failed.

The final battle in the wager between three-eyed young senior and Tyrannical Song ended with a grand victory for the three-eyed young senior.

Their showdown had finally yielded a victory instead of a series of defeats.

This was a cause for celebration.

But the three-eyed young senior couldn’t feel happy at all right now.

He turned his head again, looking toward the presence of Ba Ren, which was so faint that he had almost overlooked him several times.

Originally, if something were wrong with Tyrant Kindness, the Self-Corpse Overlord Ba Ren could have taken his place.

But it wasn’t just Tyrant Kindness, Ba Ren’s condition was also slow, as if it had been slowed by thousands of times.

Anxiety emerged in Ba Ren’s eyes, he even prepared a secret sound transmission to the three-eyed young senior… but his time was stuck at the stage of starting the Sound Transmission Skill…

“Three~~” After a long while, Tyrant Kindness’s mouth again stretched out a word’s sound slowly.

“Butler, come down,” the three-eyed young senior called out: “Bring out my sealing barrel, today, I will bury both of Tyrannical Song’s Three Corpses Avatars in it, fill it with cement, and sink them into the Ocean of Nine Remoteness.”

The eyeball butler floated down from the air: “Congratulations to the master on the final victory over Tyrannical Song!”

“Congratulations my ass,” the three-eyed young senior exhaled a puff of white smoke.

The eyeball butler briskly pulled out his spear and asked, “Master, what’s going on with Tyrannical Song? Why has he suddenly been affected by the power of Time Rules?”

“No need to say, it must be that his main body stirred up something in the ‘Heavenly Dao Time Secret Realm,’ perhaps another explosion on his part or something similar that affected his Three Corpses Avatars,” the three-eyed young senior said.

Now Tyrannical Song was, after all, an existence of the Immortal Realm, aside from the ‘Time-Distorted Secret Realm’ set up by the Heavenly Dao, ordinary ‘Time Rules’ usually can only affect his fleshly body but can’t restrain his thought processes.

Moreover, generally only when something goes wrong with the main body do the Three Corpses Avatars get affected.

“To think that he’s been let down by his main body, such an event is truly unexpected,” sighed the eyeball butler.

At the same time, he looked down at ‘Demon Emperor Og’ on the ground with a look of disdain: “Then master, how should we deal with this gambling chip, Demon Emperor?”

It was a spoils of war won from Tyrannical Song, after all.

“Keep it to wager against the next inheritor of the ‘Throne of Wealth Distribution,’ and then find a way to offload him,” the three-eyed young senior suggested, waving his long pipe.

Demon Emperor Og: “…”

Am I, a grand Immortal and Demon Emperor, really that unremarkable?

“Right away, master,” the eyeball butler began to busily move about.

“Speaking of which,” the three-eyed young senior put away his pipe and said, “Butler, how can I maintain my dignity yet take the initiative to help Tyrannical Song study the Sage’s eyeballs?”

He was, after all, the First Netherworld Ruler, and face mattered.

Since he had won, it wouldn’t be proper to proactively offer help to Tyrannical Song.

So, how could he maintain his dignity and yet smoothly participate in the project of studying the Sage’s eyes?

“Master, it’s no good to keep suffering while you are alive; besides, you don’t fit the arrogant persona,” the eyeball butler said.

Three-eyed young senior: “…”