Chapitre 921: Waste

Everyone's eyes were trained on Dyon, as though in an attempt to see through all of his secrets. Of them, none were more focused than Donari's elder brother.

During his own round, he had remained lowkey, not revealing too much of his hand because he had long begun to take this bet seriously. Even the red robed elder was sweating incessantly, unable to control his emotions. If Dyon really won, he would have to be a servant for 100 years! Even worse, half of that time would be in the service of a child, and the other half would be in service of his worst enemy! That was a fate worse than death!

Even without his soul, Dyon could tell that his nine opponents must be communicating with their essence energy right now. Unfortunately, he had no means of intercepting their messages. However, he had a good guess of what they wanted to do.