Blood slowly dripped from the longsword.
Qian Renxue walked over to Chen Jin.
"The ones on the left are mine."
"The ones on the right are yours."
"What about the one in the middle?"
"Whoever kills him first gets him."
"All right."
The battle-axe Soul Master raised his weapon.
"Attack!"
Dozens of people charged into the passage at once.
Chen Jin took a step forward.
His right fist slammed into the battle-axe.
Bang!
The axe blade shattered on the spot.
His fist kept driving forward.
It punched straight through the chest of the rank seventy-three Soul Saint.
Chen Jin pulled his arm back.
The corpse toppled backward.
Qian Renxue's longsword had just sliced across the second man's neck.
Her golden eyes swept toward the center.
"You stole mine."
"He was standing too close."
"The next one's mine."
Her longsword thrust out again.
Bloody light filled the entire passage.
One month later.
The Hell Slaughter Arena.
"9529, twentieth victory!"
Two months later.
"9528, thirty-seventh victory!"
Chen Jin's and Qian Renxue's names began spreading throughout the Outer City.
Every few days, the two would enter the Hell Slaughter Arena.
Not a single match lasted longer than seven and a half minutes.
Covert attacks also grew increasingly frequent.
Poison.
Crossbow bolts.
Traps.
And encirclement attacks by several Soul Saints working together.
The Nine-Heaven Divine Phoenix's Nirvana Power could not be released through Soul Skills.
Within Chen Jin's body, the Blue Silver Emperor Origin remained.
When ordinary toxins entered his blood, his life energy soon neutralized them.
Qian Renxue, however, had no such constitution.
The fourth month.
Their residence in the inner city.
The golden-haired woman leaned against the bedside.
Black poison markings spread up her arm.
Three poison-coated crossbow bolts lay on the table.
Chen Jin sat beside her, his right hand