Hehuan Brothel.
Shen Lin and the other two sat inside a private room, drinking wine and listening to music.
For business reasons, the walls of Hehuan Brothel's private rooms had been reinforced with countless measures. Even Transcendents like Shen Lin and the others could not sense the presence of those next door or outside without making a deliberate effort.
That allowed the three of them to enjoy a rare stretch of peaceful rest.
"You really think that fellow can win the championship?"
A fair arm emerged from the coffin and placed an empty wine cup on the table.
Wu asked in some confusion.
During the time they had spent wandering around the black market, they had already gained a rough understanding of the cultivators' strength here.
Perhaps because the inheritance had not yet been severed, the Cosmic Realm cultivators here—in other words, the Tribulation Crossing Stage cultivators as they called them—were all extraordinarily powerful.
To be honest, Wu was an undisputed prodigy in the River of Time, yet even he had no confidence that, back when he was in the Cosmic Realm, he could have won the championship in the Deathmatch Competition.
Let alone that Outer Void Realm Collector who had taken the crooked path.
Listening to the music brought in from outside through some method, Shen Lin swayed his head and said casually, "It doesn't matter."
Luan, who had been grooming the red fur on his body, turned around at those words and asked in confusion, "It doesn't matter? Then why did you let that fellow enter the Deathmatch Competition?"
They had originally thought that the Collector possessed some method unknown to them.
Shen Lin had been certain that the other party could win the championship in the Deathmatch Competition, which was why he had brought them here to