The corridors of the Hell Slaughter Arena were always filled with a nauseating smell of rust.
Tang San had just finished his sixty-seventh match.
Even with the Mysterious Heaven Skill protecting his body, he could still feel an uncontrollable agitation within his meridians.
The blood on the Clear Sky Hammer had yet to dry, and the violent killing intent belonging to the Asura God was trying to erode his mind.
He supported himself against the icy stone wall, each step extraordinarily heavy, his breath carrying scorching white mist.
The end of the corridor should have led to the exit toward the resting area, but two people stood there now.
A man and a woman stood motionless at the boundary between shadow and firelight, like two statues.
The man who spoke wore a pristine white robe utterly out of place in the City of Slaughter, its hem embroidered with intricate star patterns.
Han Yuchen stood slightly sideways, a faint, inscrutable smile on his face.
Beside him, Leng Yuebai was still dressed in black, her features cold and striking as the short blade in her hand spun silently between her fingers.
Tang San instinctively raised a hand and caught it. The liquid inside the cup churned violently, yet not a drop spilled. It was Bloody Mary, a specialty of the City of Slaughter, but he keenly sensed that this drink was different from the usual kind.
The Purple Demon Eye activated silently, a flash of violet passing through his gaze. In Tang San's vision, this glass of Bloody Mary contained none of that murky resentment. Instead, it gave off specks of Silver White light, as though shattered stars had dissolved within it.
"Drink it," Han Yuchen said mildly. "Unless you want to see tomorrow's sun carrying all that killing intent, ready to