Three days later.
The cheers in the Hell Slaughter Arena were deafening, nearly enough to blow the roof off this city of sin.
The moment Ye Xuan emerged from the dueling platform with his arm around Meng Yiran's slender waist, stepping over corpses strewn across the ground, the entire arena fell briefly silent before erupting into thunderous applause.
One hundred consecutive victories!
Above the arena, an invisible ripple of intent quietly stirred.
Asura God's phantom was concealed within the blood-red mist. His eyes, which saw through life and death, stared fixedly at Ye Xuan's retreating figure, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
This Spirit Hall Holy Son, Ye Xuan, was far too underhanded in his methods. More importantly, the Goddess of Life and the Destruction God King stood behind him—two supreme beings.
Someone like him was absolutely not someone Tang San could afford to provoke at this stage.
He had originally worried that Ye Xuan would openly sabotage his plans in Slaughter City. Now that Ye Xuan had successfully achieved a hundred consecutive victories and Tang San had likewise completed his hundred wins, the weight hanging over his heart eased somewhat.
But Asura God never imagined that Ye Xuan had entered Slaughter City not for some Slaughter Domain at all, but to destroy its exit.
Meng Yiran nestled against Ye Xuan's chest, her cheeks so crimson they seemed ready to drip blood. Her once-cool eyes now swirled with intense desire, and the way she looked at Ye Xuan was filled with infatuation and submission.
Who could have imagined that, under Ye Xuan's training, the pride in her heart had been utterly shattered? Those obsessions had long since been ground to dust, replaced by a dependence and craving that had seeped into her bones.
She had long forgotten why