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Ye Tianming sized up Ye Ling but didn't comment on his behavior.

After Ye Ling sat down, Ye Tianming then said with a light laugh, "So you are Ye Ling, the Northern Liao King?"

"You talk too much, didn't your Vice Sect Hierarch from the Night Heaven Sect already confirm my identity just now?"

Ye Ling's expression was somewhat cold as he continued, "I don't have much time to waste here with you talking nonsense. If you have something to say, just say it directly."

Ye Ling's indifferent attitude also caused the expressions of the Grandmasters standing behind Ye Tianming to darken.

The Grandmasters were all glaring at Ye Ling with displeasure, seemingly ready to move against him at Ye Tianming's command.

"Fine, since the Northern Liao King is a man of quick words, then as the Sect Hierarch of this sect, I shall not beat around the bush either," he said.

"I wonder if the Northern Liao King has ever heard the saying, 'Even a mighty dragon cannot suppress a local snake'?" Ye Tianming asked coldly as he lit a cigarette.

At these words, Ye Ling revealed a disdainful smile and then said, "Whether I, Ye Ling, am a mighty dragon is up for debate, but in my eyes, your Night Heaven Sect hardly counts as a local snake."

"Oh? In the eyes of the Northern Liao King, my Night Heaven Sect doesn't even qualify as a local snake? Then, in your view, what does my Night Heaven Sect amount to?" Ye Tianming asked, feigning surprise.

Ye Ling glanced at him and said coolly, "Just a slightly bigger ant, the kind that can be crushed with a flick of a finger."
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"Hmph! Quite the bold statement from the Northern Liao King!"

Before Ye Tianming could speak, Ye Tianyin on the side had already rebuked him angrily.

Not just him, even the Grandmasters standing behind Ye Tianming displayed looks of anger, their eyes seeming to wish they could hack Ye Ling to pieces.

In contrast, Ye Tianming, the Sect Hierarch of the Night Heaven Sect, maintained a calm demeanor, showing no trace of anger.

"The Northern Liao King is the ruler of Northern Liao, so it's normal for him to look down on a minor sect like our Night Heaven Sect. Why get so agitated?" Ye Tianming said lightly.

At these words, Ye Tianyin and the others managed to quell some of their rage, though their gazes at Ye Ling were still filled with murderous intent.

Ye Tianming then turned and looked at the hall next to him, saying with a smile, "Northern Liao King, this grand hall was originally a gambling house."

"Would the Northern Liao King be interested in having a few rounds with me?"

Ye Ling raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile, "What game are you thinking of playing? And what's the stake?"

Ye Tianming slowly got to his feet and said indifferently, "Let's keep it simple, dice!"

"As for the stakes, we'll bet on the Eastern Sea!"

"If I win, you, the Northern Liao King, along with your subordinates will leave the Eastern Sea and shall not step into it again. If I lose, my Night Heaven Sect will leave the Eastern Sea. How does that sound?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Ling also stood up slowly and agreed without hesitation, "That can be arranged, only the Eastern Sea isn't my territory, nor is it your Night Heaven Sect's."

"This Eastern Sea belongs to the Eastern Sea King; it's not up to us to decide, only the Eastern Sea King is the ruler of these waters."

Upon hearing Ye Ling's words, the Eastern Sea King, who had been completely inconspicuous until then, immediately straightened up, his old face taking on a serious expression.

He first looked at Ye Ling gratefully, appearing very excited that Ye Ling had spoken such words.

Although Ye Tianming said nothing, his eyes were full of contempt.

It seemed that in his view, the Eastern Sea King, the nominal ruler of the Eastern Sea, truly had no right to govern it.

"Since the two of you want to gamble, why not use the five major territories of the Eastern Sea as the stakes?"

"Regardless, both of you have come for the five major territories of my Eastern Sea, so betting on these five territories is most appropriate,"

the Eastern Sea King spoke solemnly.

Upon hearing this, Ye Tianming nodded and said with a smile, "That sounds good. My Night Sky Sect wants to expand in the Eastern Sea and needs these five territories!"

"If I win, the Northern Liao King shall not interfere in the affairs of these five territories, and if I lose, then my Night Sky Sect will no longer inquire into this matter!"

Ye Ling nodded as a sign of agreement.

The Eastern Sea King waved towards a young woman standing beside him.

She immediately withdrew, and moments later, returned with a dice cup and a single die.

Ye Tianming promptly took the dice cup and die and took a seat at the table with boldness.

"Thump, thump, thump!"

The die clattered incessantly within the cup, producing bursts of sound.

A few breaths later, Ye Tianming slammed the dice cup onto the table.

With a piercing gaze, he looked straight at Ye Ling and asked in a deep voice, "Does the Northern Liao King bet high or low?"

"Let's decide the winner in one round, no need to waste everyone's time!"

Ye Ling nodded slightly, then said with a smile, "I've always preferred betting high, so naturally, I choose high!"

"Hehe, betting high, huh? It seems that this round is already lost by the Northern Liao King,"

Ye Tianming said with a sneer, his face donning a mocking expression.

Let's not forget, he was a genuine mid-level War King, who, with his strength, could easily manipulate the number on the dice within the cup.

Ye Ling gave him a fleeting glance and said indifferently, "Open it."

A sly grin formed on Ye Tianming's lips, and then a burst of energy emanated from the hand holding the dice cup.

The number on the die inside the cup changed from five to one.

As a mid-level War King, Ye Tianming had mastered his power to an almost divine level, and his trick of changing the dice number went unnoticed by all present.

But Ye Ling merely curled his lip in a light smirk, and tapped his fingers on the table.

His energy surged like a dragon, heading straight for the dice cup.

The number on the die inside the cup changed from one to six.

Ye Tianming, who had been about to reveal the dice cup, suddenly changed his expression. First, he looked at Ye Ling in surprise before another burst of energy exploded from his palm, changing the die's number back to one.

Ye Ling, showing no signs of weakness, had another surge of energy shoot from his fingertip, racing along the table directly at the dice cup.

The die changed back to six!

With a derisive smile curling his lips, Ye Ling slightly bent his fingers and tapped on the table.

A wave of energy instantly enveloped the entire dice cup; Ye Tianming's expression dramatically changed again when he tried to alter the die's number once more and found that his energy could no longer penetrate the dice cup.

A force that even he found daunting enveloped the entire dice cup, completely isolating his energy from it.

Ye Tianming's mind raced, his gaze swiftly fixating on Ye Ling, his eyes filled with amazement.

Yet, Ye Ling appeared utterly indifferent, as if the transformations of the dice cup had nothing to do with him at all.