"Kid, do you know how to write the word 'death'?"
On the Soul Fighting Arena, Jiang Tiansheng glared grimly at Xiao Feng before him. He was ugly by nature, but his formidable Soul Emperor strength had earned him his reputation. Yet the moment Xiao Feng appeared, that face—so handsome it made him ashamed of himself—filled his heart with resentment.
"Why were they born so handsome while I was born this ugly? If I hadn't been tough enough, I would've died the day my parents abandoned me! I refuse to accept it! Why? Everyone better-looking than me deserves to die!"
Seeing the venom and hatred in Jiang Tiansheng's eyes, Xiao Feng could not help but mock him. "Why are you looking at me like that? Did I steal your wife or sleep with your daughter? No, wait. With a face like yours, your daughter is probably ugly as hell too. Not worth sleeping with. Actually, with a face like yours, would anyone even marry you?"
Xiao Feng's words stabbed deeply into Jiang Tiansheng's heart. Though he was powerful, he was simply too ugly—so ugly that some would rather suffer and die than follow someone like Jiang Tiansheng.
"Kid, I'll tear you into pieces and torture you to death slowly. I'll show you what it means for disaster to come from your mouth!"
"Heh, you ugly bastard? Nice dream."
At last, Jiang Tiansheng could not endure it any longer. He swore that he would kill this mere level-sixty-two Soul Emperor before him.
As the host shouted, "The match begins!" Jiang Tiansheng immediately released his Martial Soul and Spirit Rings.
"Yellow—yellow—purple—purple—black—black!"
Six superbly configured Spirit Rings appeared. Two curved blades quietly materialized in Jiang Tiansheng's hands. They were his Martial Soul, the Crescent Blades!
"First Spirit Skill, Crescent Thrust!"
Jiang Tiansheng was extremely