Congratulations to Lord Hell-faced Shura for achieving his ninety-eighth consecutive victory in the Slaughter Arena!
Following the host's loud announcement, the entire Slaughter Arena erupted in cheers like crashing waves, all shouting the title "Hell-faced Shura."
They wished to become strong themselves, but they also deeply admired and worshipped those stronger than them.
Dugu Chen ignored those cheers and simply turned around, heading back through the passage he had come from.
Within the City of Slaughter, one could not tell how the seasons changed outside.
He had already lived this way for half a year.
Over those six months, his record in the Slaughter Arena had climbed from six consecutive victories on the first day to his current ninety-eighth win.
During that time, he had scarcely tried to suppress his killing intent, instead allowing that piercing aura to merge into his body.
Over time, the killing intent within him had nearly begun to overflow.
Even from several hundred meters away, one could feel that bone-chilling killing intent bore into their eyes, bringing heart-quaking terror.
By now, Dugu Chen had lost count of how many Fallen Ones he had killed to accumulate such glaring killing intent.
He only knew that, since completing the Evil God's first and second trials, he had killed countless people.
Furthermore, after continuously gathering slaughter aura and challenging the Slaughter Arena day after day, he was now close to fully completing the second trial's task of killing ten thousand Fallen Ones.
His massive number of early battles had rapidly increased his match count and earned him the formidable reputation of Hell-faced Shura.
Those who had gained some fame in the Slaughter Arena no longer dared to confront him head-on. Whenever they saw him enter a match, they all gave him a wide berth.
Because everyone knew that