Lu Ren stared at the Black-Clad Youth lying on the ground, an indescribable shock rising in his heart.
He had never imagined that someone in this world could be so powerful that others would beg to die.
"The young master of the Ancient Jiang Family!"
Lu Ren frowned, his expression turning grave.
He realized that this mysterious opponent, like himself, possessed extraordinary strength and confidence—enough to dare enter the Heavenly Grade Arena, this brutal contest of life and death.
The Heavenly Grade Arena was a bloody stage from which only one person was permitted to leave alive.
Those who could step onto this stage were all top-tier experts. They possessed absolute confidence and strength, daring to stake their lives in battle for that single chance of survival.
Lu Ren drew a deep breath, a flicker of determination flashing through his eyes.
"That guy said that, with my current strength, I am still no match for that young master of the Jiang Family. It seems I must be more cautious!"
Lu Ren muttered to himself.
After taking the Black-Clad Youth's token and Storage Ring, Lu Ren entered the Death Shop.
Lu Ren exchanged the two tokens on him for Time God Stones and stored them away, then began inspecting the youth's Storage Ring.
Sure enough, the Storage Ring contained mountains of resources.
Suddenly, divine light flashed across the scroll in the Death Shop, followed by an icy voice. "Only two people remain in the Death Palace. You may cultivate in the shop for seven days. After seven days, the two of you will be forcibly teleported into the same Death Arena!"
Upon hearing this, a smile curled across Lu Ren's lips. "Are there finally only two people left?"
The Death Palace had given them seven days, most likely so they could