Before long, Qin Feng appeared in the waiting area.
The entire arena reeked heavily of blood.
A red mist hung in the air.
Everyone knew what it was.
The final victor on the stage would take away the other nine corpses or sell them on the spot.
Because here, once you lost, everything on you—including your corpse—no longer belonged to you or your family.
It belonged only to the victor.
"Next group, get ready."
At that moment, a man in black led Qin Feng and the others beneath the arena.
This was the waiting area of the Hell Slaughter Arena.
Qin Feng glanced around.
He discovered that his group actually included one Soul Saint, two or three Soul Emperors, while the rest were Spirit Kings.
As for Spirit Masters at the Soul Ancestor level, he did not see any.
It seemed that in Slaughter City, Soul Ancestor-level Spirit Masters were exceptionally scarce.
As rare as stars.
Indeed, this was a place where the strong gathered.
Soul Ancestor-level Spirit Masters were considered lowly existences here.
Their lives could be trampled upon at will. Who would willingly stay in a place like this?!
Only upon reaching Spirit King rank did one possess a certain degree of ability to protect oneself here.
Qin Feng noticed that several gazes were directed at him.
The others seemed very interested in him.
Perhaps because he was handsome.
That was what Qin Feng thought to himself.
Handsome people were easily hated wherever they went.
The Slaughter Arena was no exception.
"This idiot."
More than ten minutes later, it was finally Qin Feng's turn to enter the arena.
Hu Liena looked at Qin Feng, her eyes filled with mockery.
He had charged in without even taking the time to adapt after arriving here.
Grandmaster had truly taught him