"Where did your Soul Cannon come from?" Cao De asked.
Cao De stared at the Soul Cannon beside the bed, bewildered. Soul Cannons appeared in Douluo II, ten thousand years later.
Although this Soul Cannon was still crude, its very existence was bizarre.
"Grandpa bought it for a high price so I could defend myself," Qian Renxue said.
Cao De nodded, suppressed his doubts, and gently stroked Qian Renxue's head.
Three months passed amid battle.
"Today is Black Yama's seventieth consecutive victory match. I wonder if he can win," someone in the audience said.
"Who knows? For some reason, Black Yama insists on wielding his sword left-handed."
"If he could use his right hand, he might already have eighty consecutive victories."
Discussion filled the stands.
Dressed entirely in black, Cao De entered hand in hand with Qian Renxue, who wore a white dress.
"Black Yama and the White Rose are here!" someone shouted.
"I'd love to see Black Yama fight the White Rose. Only one of them could survive. Now that would be interesting," someone said.
"I'm going ahead," Cao De said.
Qian Renxue nodded and said with a smile, "I'll cheer you on."
Cao De leaped lightly into the arena.
The atmosphere instantly ignited, and everyone chanted, "Black Yama! Black Yama! Black Yama!"
At the same time, nine other contestants entered the arena.
"The Night King, with seventy consecutive victories, has entered the arena! The Night King is here!"
Once again, the entire arena erupted.
The nine contestants drew their weapons and fixed their eyes on Cao De.
Clearly, they had agreed to join forces and kill Cao De first.
Cao De held the Thousand-Blade Demon Sword in his left hand, a red light flickering in his eyes!
"Let the slaughter begin!" the announcer cried.
All nine charged at