The First Deathmatch, the Good-and-Evil Asura / Six Months Later, Seventy Consecutive Victories

The burly man seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world and burst out laughing.

"Two bottles of Bloody Mary? Are you joking?"

But then he turned to stare at Qian Renxue in the distance, a trace of greed rising in his eyes.

Even in the inner city, beauties as exceptional as Qian Renxue were exceedingly rare. Quite a few Evil Soul Masters following them had come specifically for her.

"How about you call that girl over here? Then we can still discuss this..."

Before he could finish speaking, a blue-black bone blade roughly a meter long had already pierced through his chest. The defense he had been so proud of was as flimsy as paper.

"Courting death."

Qian Renxin calmly pulled out his External Soul Bone, wiped it clean on the burly man's clothes, and put it away. A hole had been punched through the man's heart, and scorching blood gushed out.

This swift and decisive scene sent the Soul Masters who had harbored improper thoughts moments ago scattering in a hurry.

That burly man had some reputation in the inner city, and his Soul Power Level had reached level fifty. Yet he had been instantly killed by the seemingly frail young man before them?

Some knowledgeable people recognized it as an External Soul Bone and clicked their tongues, believing that the inner city rankings were about to change again.

Qian Renxin carried the burly man's corpse to the entrance of the Hell Slaughter Arena, took two containers, and filled them with blood from the man's chest. Then he lifted the corpse and tossed it far away as if throwing out garbage.

Seeing an opportunity for free food, countless people rushed forward to snatch the flesh and blood. Like a swarm of locusts passing through, the burly