In the silent room.
Su Mo sat cross-legged on the bed and released his long-restless Martial Soul, the Asura Demon Sword.
From the moment he entered Slaughter City, his Martial Soul had remained in a constant state of agitation. The environment had been too complicated before, with too many people watching, making it inconvenient to investigate the cause.
The instant the Asura Demon Sword appeared, its blade hummed and trembled slightly, as though it wanted to break free from Su Mo's grasp.
Su Mo simply let go.
The Asura Demon Sword shot out at once, hovering in the air before him.
Then, the demonic patterns on the blade lit up, and a dark crimson glow flowed across its surface.
The next moment, several nearly invisible streams of dark crimson air twisted and spiraled through the air like nimble serpents, continuously pouring into the Asura Demon Sword.
Killing never ceased in Slaughter City, and blood aura permeated every corner. Those streams were precisely blood aura.
Just then, a faint bloody energy flowed from the sword tip into Su Mo's body. He could clearly feel his strength slowly rising, though only by a small amount.
Su Mo was delighted. He had not expected the Asura Demon Sword to actively absorb the blood aura scattered through the air and convert a small portion of it into his Soul Power.
However, only a tiny fraction could be absorbed by him. The overwhelming majority was completely devoured by the Asura Demon Sword.
Su Mo had no idea what changes would occur once the Asura Demon Sword absorbed enough blood aura. He could only wait to find out in the future.
One year later.
Su Mo was unstoppable in the Hell Slaughter Arena, achieving fifty-five consecutive victories.
Slaughter City's environment was greatly beneficial to his