Sword, Come!

Fifth update)

For ordinary people, killing was something very difficult to accept, something that drew moral condemnation.

But for certain aberrations, killing was as simple as drinking water or breathing oxygen, an instinct they had been born with.

Killing, especially killing Spirit Masters, was nothing to the Ferocious God Team. On the contrary, they greatly enjoyed the process.

For Meng Li, growing through slaughter was his personal motto.

If it had been any other team, they would have shown goodwill toward a team like the Shrek Team, one with such promising prospects.

But Meng Li was different. His mind was now filled with thoughts of how to torment this team of geniuses. There was nothing more exhilarating than seeing geniuses perish by his hand.

At this moment, with the match about to begin, the odds for the Shrek Team and the Ferocious God Team were constantly changing in the gambling hall.

Very few people favored the Shrek Team. The overwhelming majority of spectators had bet on the Ferocious God Team to win.

Yang Ming and the others quietly made their fortunes, placing their bets before returning to the contestants' preparation room.

It was not Yang Ming and the others' first time stepping onto a Soul Arena stage. Every one of them appeared very calm.

Led by a staff member, the eight of them started forward toward the main Soul Arena stage.

The Silves Great Soul Arena's layout was not much different, all seemingly cast from the same mold. Yang Ming nodded to himself. No wonder Great Soul Arenas could spread to every corner of the continent—this kind of large-scale business model alone outclassed countless merchants.

The moment he stepped onto the Soul Arena stage, Yang Ming felt a fierce, baleful wind rush toward him.

His eyes narrowing slightly, Yang Ming