The next day, at the Black Market Deathmatch Arena.
The oval-shaped arena had been remodelled with the Space Great Dao. Its interior was incredibly spacious, large enough to seat over a hundred million people.
Yet now, the arena that was usually deserted was packed shoulder to shoulder with cultivators.
There was hardly an empty seat.
That was because the Deathmatch Arena had released another bombshell yesterday.
After the Deathmatch Competition for cultivators at the Tribulation Crossing Stage ended, Saint-level cultivators would engage in a life-and-death battle here.
Fighting was forbidden inside the Black Market—not even Saint-level cultivators were allowed to do so.
If they had a grudge, they could settle it with a life-and-death duel at the Deathmatch Arena.
This rule had existed ever since the Black Market was established.
Yet the number of times cultivators at the Saint realm had truly participated in a deathmatch could be counted on one hand.
After all, cultivators who had reached this realm, even if they encountered an old enemy in the Black Market,
even if they had some deep-seated grudge, would forcibly swallow it down.
They did not like fighting in public and letting those ants watch them like monkeys.
Clearly, even those who did not belong to this era disliked that feeling.
"Kid, why did we agree to those guys' demands?"
Red hair whipped wildly over Ran's body. Under the intentional and unintentional gazes of the countless cultivators, he appeared extremely irritable.
Shen Lin, however, was remarkably calm at this moment.
Hearing that, he glanced at him. "Don't you want the Flawless Golden Sand anymore?"
Ran froze on the spot.
From inside the coffin beside them, Wu Jie explained, "We came to the Deathmatch Arena in the first place to look for an opportunity. Now that Zang Yuan and the others