Anyone who came to Slaughter City and struggled on the brink of death every day would inevitably fall into depravity, regardless of gender. Such immense pressure was enough to turn anyone into a mindless Ferocious Beast.
But Bibi Dong was clearly not among them.
Bibi Dong despised this place from the bottom of her heart—everything here, and most of all, every man here.
Most of the men here were scum who only knew how to think with their lower halves. They could not compare to Little Jing in the slightest. Thus, whenever a battle ended, Bibi Dong immediately returned to her cabin to cultivate and saw no one. The only reason she ever left her cabin was to head to the Hell Slaughter Arena.
In just a few short months, Bibi Dong's winning streak had reached a terrifying fifty-nine victories. She was only forty-one wins away from a hundred.
The one supporting Bibi Dong was naturally Ling Jing.
Whenever Ling Jing's figure surfaced in Bibi Dong's mind, her heart filled with motivation, and she wished she could finish this trial sooner and leave Slaughter City. Yet at the same time, her heart was full of worry.
She could clearly feel the killing intent around her growing stronger and stronger. If she left Slaughter City like this, even if she returned to Little Jing's side, he would probably come to dislike her, wouldn't he?
Bibi Dong sat in a chair inside her cabin, staring blankly at herself in the mirror. Reflected in it was an exquisite face, but it now carried a trace of wickedness. Her eyes no longer held their former charm, instead brimming with sharp killing intent. Her crimson lips added an even more bewitching air to her entire face.
After leaving Slaughter City, she would probably still look