Abyss Seven Generals: Making a Name in the Arena!

When Mo Qianye stepped onto the iron platform, the blood stench in the arena still carried the sweet yet dangerous lingering scent Chu Yao had left behind.

The desperadoes were still whispering among themselves, reliving the sight of the Spider Queen's skin withering and collapsing beneath the Gu Queen's fingertip.

Then Mo Qianye moved.

His first opponent was a blade wielder who had survived in Slaughter City for three years by relying on fast knives, level thirty-nine.

The blade wielder was already fast enough at releasing his martial soul.

His curved saber left its sheath, two Spirit Rings lit up, and the cold glint at its tip shot straight for Mo Qianye's throat.

The next instant.

A tiny flicker of black flame sprang from Mo Qianye's fingertips.

It passed through the saber light.

Through the protective Soul Power.

Through the blade wielder's chest.

The blade wielder's entire attacking posture froze in midair.

His eyes had gone completely vacant, and a fist-sized hole had appeared in his chest, its edges charred black and curled.

There was no blood.

Not a single drop.

Before the blood could spill from his body, the black flame had completely vaporized it.

Four seconds.

From the moment he stepped onto the iron platform to the moment the blade wielder fell, only four seconds had passed.

The stands fell silent for a moment before erupting into even rougher cheers.

To the madmen of Slaughter City, death was an everyday sight. This clean, decisive instant kill only ignited their excitement further.

Liu Sandao tapped the edge of the stone platform, forcing down his astonishment.

"Next."

The second opponent was a level forty-seven shield-type Soul Master.

Short and stocky, bald, and wrapped from head to toe in a heavy layer of gray Soul Power like molten iron, he had