Qian Daoliu shot Xiao Chenlong a fierce glare. "Don't stick your nose into things that aren't your business. Go do your own work."
Xiao Chenlong shrugged. He had not wanted to come in the first place; Qian Daoliu had called him over.
Time flew by, and before they knew it, a year had passed.
The Spirit Master Theoretical Knowledge Competition was also drawing near.
Over the past year, Xiao Chenlong had been researching magic. He had already come up with a preliminary plan for that rift, and before long, he would be able to complete the construction of a stable Space Gate.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Tang San had not lived particularly comfortably in the City of Slaughter, but he had still made quite a name for himself and earned the title of Asura King.
His victories in the Hell Slaughter Arena had surpassed fifty, and his Soul Power Level had exceeded level 50.
You might ask how Tang San could break through without Spirit Rings in the City of Slaughter. But the City of Slaughter was Asura God's territory. Wouldn't it be effortless for Asura God to pull a few strings?
Tang San's appearance had changed as well. His head of long, blood-red hair made him look terrifying.
Within the City of Slaughter, no one dared approach Tang San carelessly. That was the fearsome reputation he had built through slaughter.
Even Tang San himself had not noticed that life in the City of Slaughter had already twisted his personality.
At that moment, the Slaughter Emissary came to find Tang San.
"Asura King, the King of Slaughter wishes to see you."
"The King of Slaughter? Why does he want to see me?"
"I don't know. Please hurry, Asura King. Do not keep the King of Slaughter waiting."
"Hmph, fine.