Bloody Slaughter

In the arena, Jiang Feng gazed at the slave standing with his sword in hand, and the killing intent in his heart gradually subsided.

He looked around at the corpses strewn about him, an indescribable pain rising within him.

"Brother..." The man standing with his sword slowly spoke, his eyes fixed on Jiang Feng, filled with helplessness.

"My name is Zhong Tieli. I cultivated in the lower realm for thirty-two eras and ascended to the Immortal Sacred Realm three years ago."

"I hope you'll remember me—remember these brothers who died by your hand today."

Jiang Feng's heart trembled. Clearly, this ascender named Zhong Tieli knew full well that he could never be Jiang Feng's match.

An inexplicable pain stabbed fiercely into Jiang Feng's heart.

Just then, most of the people in the stands rose to their feet.

"Fuck, you useless trash! What are you standing around for? Fight!"

Up above, a woman who appeared richly dressed flicked her wide sleeve and rose to her feet.

"Only one person can live!"

Those simple, emotionless words struck Jiang Feng as incomparably cruel.

"Remember me!" Zhong Tieli's eyes turned bloodshot. He raised the sword in his hand, yet instead of thrusting it at Jiang Feng, he turned the blade sideways. The next moment, a head flew into the air, tracing an arc before crashing to the ground and splashing blood everywhere.

Jiang Feng's heart jolted. He had never expected Zhong Tieli to sever his own head.

As he watched Zhong Tieli's body slam into the pool of blood, boundless fury rose in Jiang Feng's heart.

In the stands, nearly all the Xiao Family descendants were shouting.

"Fuck, what a useless piece of trash."

"These spineless ascenders really are nothing but ants from low-tier worlds."

"Cowardly. He didn't even dare to give it a