"Kill! Kill! Kill!!"
The furious roars exploded from the center of the massive dueling arena. As the Dharma cage slowly opened, a suffocating tension instantly spread through the air.
The surrounding spectators seemed to have been set ablaze, erupting into deafening cheers.
They widened their eyes and stared fixedly at the dozen or so cultivators in the center of the arena, their faces brimming with excitement and anticipation.
These cultivators had clearly just undergone a fierce battle. Their robes were in tatters, with bloodstains and wounds still lingering on their bodies, leaving them in a sorry state.
Yet when their gazes met, there was not the slightest hesitation or reluctance between them.
In an instant, saber lights and sword shadows intertwined, spells flashed, and a soul-stirring slaughter unfolded in the center of the dueling arena.
The cultivators swung their weapons without mercy and unleashed all manner of powerful spells. Every move and technique brimmed with killing intent and resolve.
Here, only the victor could survive.
Even Nangong Wan, who had seen far too many scenes while following Li Xuanxiao,
could not help clicking her tongue at such a cruel sight.
This seemed to be the purest kind of slaughter. These cultivators fought only to survive.
Everything they did was merely to kill their enemies.
Severed limbs and broken arms littered the ground, while blood flowed in streams.
In the end, only one cultivator remained alive.
But he too was a ghastly sight. He raised one hand and laughed wildly.
"Why are they fighting so desperately?"
"If they do not fight desperately, they die. There are rules here," Li Xuanxiao said indifferently.
"What rules?" Nangong Wan asked.
"The cultivators here must enter this dueling arena at regular intervals. Only those who survive are permitted to remain here."
"This place... what exactly