If the City of Slaughter was evil, then the root of that evil was undoubtedly the Hell Slaughter Arena.
For the City of Slaughter to bestow upon it the name "Hell," even if the Hell Slaughter Arena was not a true hell, it was not far from one.
Standing atop the towering stands, Zhao Xuan was surrounded by countless frenzied, excited roars. As they watched blood continuously splash across the arena, their eyes were bloodshot and their spirits wildly roused.
On the small fighting stage, streams of blood gathered and slowly flowed downward. Severed limbs, broken arms, intestines spilling from bellies, and red-and-white matter from shattered skulls were piled atop it.
The sole victor knelt on one knee, raising his only remaining arm and roaring at the surroundings. Blood continuously poured from the freshly severed stump of his other arm, falling onto the stage and merging with the bloody current.
The scarlet here was dazzlingly red, so red that one could not help but... want to kill.
The World Cleansing White Lotus, quietly standing within Zhao Xuan's Sea of Consciousness, suddenly swayed gently. Its enormous phantom slowly unfurled above the Sea of Consciousness as brilliant white Netherworld Purifying Light bloomed.
Zhao Xuan's body suddenly trembled, and he looked as though he had just awakened from a dream, his eyes slightly dazed.
His entire body shuddered. Zhao Xuan frowned and murmured, "Even I was affected?"
He suddenly turned to look at Tang San beside him. Tang San stood quietly there, his dark blue hair draped over his back. Seen from the side, his expression was gentle, and his fair face was no longer the bronze shade it had once been. Within the City of Slaughter, he resembled a graceful young gentleman in a world sullied by dust.
"Xiao San," Zhao Xuan