Inside the Martial Arts Arena, the deathly silence was suffocating.
Asura God clenched his teeth as he watched Sword Douluo Chen Xin, his mind utterly enthralled by the ghost sword, walk toward the Black Stone Sword Altar one step at a time.
He neither called out a warning nor tried to pull him back with divine power again.
Instead.
Asura God inched backward, his movements exceedingly discreet.
His bloodshot divine eyes were not merely watching the rusty ghost sword that radiated terrifying deathly energy.
Out of the corner of his eye, he also kept a firm watch on the deranged Zhang Long beside him.
Something's wrong. This mortal is far too suspicious.
Asura God silently weighed the situation, cold sweat breaking out across his back.
The deathly energy on this damned sword can corrode even my divine soul. How can a mortal stand this close to it without suffering any harm?
And he's still shouting about some Dragon Slaying Saber?
A terrifying thought flashed through Asura God's mind.
This so-called Zhang the Real Person had never been enthralled by the ghost sword at all!
He was playing the fool, using him and Chen Xin as bait to test the way ahead!
If I hadn't risked everything to shatter his tampering with my perception, I might be the one walking to my death right now.
Asura God took a deep breath and slipped back into a dark corner, watching everything with cold eyes.
In this world governed by unknown laws, a god's dignity was worthless. Staying alive was the only truth.
Tap, tap, tap.
Chen Xin's stiff, unnatural footsteps echoed through the empty Martial Arts Arena.
He had reached the Black Stone Sword Altar. His utterly unfocused eyes had rolled back, filled with a sickly fervor and intoxication.
Standing behind him,