Just then, a Soul Master burst into the Inn in a flurry, his thunderous voice resounding through every corner.
"Tang San defeated Pojun, one of the Four Heavenly Kings of Hell, and left him badly injured! Now he's preparing to challenge their leader-Yuxin!"
His words landed like a stone cast into the heart of a lake, stirring wave after wave through the crowd in the Inn.
"Holy shit, how's that possible? Why have the newcomers been so strong lately?"
"Isn't this fake? Pojun was badly injured, and now Tang San wants to challenge Yuxin too? That doesn't sound real!"
"I understand every word, but why am I completely lost when you put them together?"
"Come on, let's go see for ourselves! If we don't get moving, there won't even be seats left!"
Before anyone realized it, the Inn had emptied out.
Even the bustling waiters and management staff seemed to have scattered with the wind.
Hearing this, Hu Liena knitted her delicate brows, ripples spreading through her heart.
Tang San?
Why was he here?
Someone with the same name?
And he was already this strong?
Although she did not know the true depths of the Four Heavenly Kings of Hell's power,
the fearful looks and gestures of the Soul Masters around her offered a glimpse of the terrifying shadow those four experts cast.
Then Hu Liena turned her gentle gaze toward Chen Jue.
He was still sitting there, leisurely enjoying his breakfast, utterly unhurried, as though the commotion around him had nothing to do with him.
"Let's go join the fun!"
Having finished his last bite of breakfast, Chen Jue took Hu Liena's hand.
At that moment, crowds surged like a tide around the Hell Slaughter Arena, packing the battlefield so tightly that not even water could seep through.