At someone's shout, the remaining eight fallen ones charged Ye Xuan at once, the weapons in their hands gleaming coldly.
Ye Xuan sneered. Rather than activating a soul bone skill, he drew upon the purest Bloodline Power within his body.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!!"
Terrifying force formed wave after wave of energy storms that swept toward the charging fallen ones.
Screams rose one after another. Within mere breaths, all eight fallen ones had fallen to the ground, none spared.
Ye Xuan stood amid a pool of blood, not a trace of filth staining his body. His gaze was icy, like death itself had descended.
The fallen ones in the stands fell into instant silence, only to erupt into even more frenzied cheers.
"9527! 9527!"
They crazily shouted Ye Xuan's codename, their eyes filled with worship and fear.
Ye Xuan ignored the cries around him. His gaze swept across the stands, but he found that Tang San had already disappeared.
"Ran away?" A teasing smile curled across Ye Xuan's lips. "At least he knows what's good for him."
He knew Tang San was avoiding him.
But it did not matter. Slaughter City was only so large; sooner or later, he would find Tang San.
In the days that followed, Ye Xuan descended like a god, stirring up a bloody storm within the Hell Slaughter Arena.
He crushed his opponents with absolute superiority in every match. One-strike kills and sweeping victories over the entire field became commonplace.
The terrifying Bloodline Power, combined with the Might of God granted by the Million Year Soul Bone, made him unstoppable within the arena.
In just one week, he won twenty matches in a row, setting the fastest winning streak Slaughter City had seen in nearly a century.
The codename "9527" became known to everyone in Slaughter