Song Shuhang looked at the three-eyed youth with pity in his eyes.
"I'm a little scared," he replied sincerely. "I'm afraid that you'll lose too badly later, Senior. You'll cause the entire small world to fall into doomsday mode and take my life."
At that moment, Song Shuhang didn't even bother to hide the expression on his face, allowing others to read it.
Perhaps Senior Three-Eyed would still have a chance of winning if he bet on something else. But now, betting on pure luck with him, Senior Three-Eyed would probably lose until he started doubting his life.
On the pillar, the eyeball butler clapped his hands and praised Profound Sage Tyrannical Song's speech.
"Do you think I'll fall for your provocation?" The three-eyed youth sat up from the recliner and said confidently, "If you're afraid, just admit defeat. No matter how you hide it, the guilt in your eyes can't escape my three eyes!"
