“Eh, forget it, I’ll stop teasing you. If I curse you to death, Lu Yun will use that as an excuse to smack me to death.” As part of his earlier calculations, the Curse King had also derived how likely it was for him to kill Lu Yun.

The probability had been zero.

Lu Yun stood an eighty percent chance of killing him with one palm strike. The twenty percent left to the Curse King hadn’t been the chance of counterattack, but the chance of him slinking away.

“Done!” Lu Yun stilled his movements with a smile.

“What did you set up?” the Curse King quickly asked.

“A hell cannon!” Lu Yun roared with laughter. “The things that your old rival Dao King created in the world of immortals.”

The weapons of war in the world of immortals. They were the perfect amalgamation between formation and equipment dao, and their creator...