The Number One Serial Killer

Crack!

A strange slashing sound rang through the arena.

Part of the crimson-stained mink coat fell to the ground, a large section of its surface sliced open.

Half of the rose-patterned tie fell with it.

Mr. Rose had already pulled away, nearly retreating to the edge of the arena.

He stared in surprise at the pure-white figure shrouded in a faint mist. It was clearly Luo Di, yet somehow not quite Luo Di.

Both were fear-types from behind the Black Door.

Mr. Rose had seen countless Black Door Monsters. Luo Di ranked among the finest, but he was still too young.

He was talented, bold, and powerful.

But as a serial killer, he was not pure enough.

Whether it was the heat of hell, Gustav's tongue, or the passage beyond the domain.

Those impurities were precisely why Mr. Rose had easily found his opening at the Jiang residence gates and cleaved him in two.

But now...

The pallor Luo Di displayed seemed to have made him pure. There were no unnecessary techniques; everything seemed focused solely on slaughter.

It was that very purity, combined with the mist's concealment and the unexpected attack.

That had wounded Mr. Rose.

Not only had his palm been severed,

but his chest had also been slashed open, thick, vivid bodily fluid flowing from the wound.

Yet beneath the torn red shirt, beneath the sliced human skin, was an inner body constructed from gold.

His flesh, organs, bones, and blood vessels were all made of gold.

Moreover, exquisite rose-like engravings covered every golden surface.

But one thing within him remained unchanged... blood.

Blood still flowed through the precisely arranged golden vessels, except this blood was [Essence Blood] Mr. Rose had obtained through mechanical purification and external slaughter.

The number of cells contained within a single drop