The crowd looked at one another, their eyes filled with incredulous shock, as if they had witnessed a rare and wondrous sight in this world.
Had someone not just died, they would have suspected it was a rigged match!
Among this crowd of onlookers, there was no shortage of Soul Masters who had lingered in Slaughter City for close to several decades.
They had watched and participated in anywhere from tens of thousands to at least a few thousand matches.
Yet this was the only time they had ever witnessed a match decided by an uncontested, overwhelming sweep.
"This young man's Martial Soul is too abstract, and it carries its own natural aura of supreme dominance!"
"With strength like his, isn't he practically guaranteed to secure a hundred victories and then make a daring charge across the Hell Road?"
"Don't say things like that, or you might be heard by those four terrifying Soul Masters who have already racked up over seventy consecutive wins, and they'll kill you!"
"..."
Having devoured those people's Soul Power, Chen Jue strode with steady steps to Hu Liena's side.
"What happened to your hand?"
His gaze revealed an unperceived trace of concern.
Hearing this, Hu Liena lowered her gaze, casting a gentle glance at the striking streak of red staining her fingertips.
Then she smiled indifferently, shaking her head slightly, her voice carrying a measure of unconcerned detachment.
"It's not mine. Let's go!"
"Alright, let's go find a place to stay first."
Yet, in an unobserved corner, a solitary blue shadow stood quietly.
Its gaze locked like cold stars upon the two figures fading into the distance, the corners of its mouth curving into a meaningful, chilling sneer.
"I didn't expect to run into you here..."
The Slaughter Hall, dark and solemn, stood