The monks surrounding Slaughter Arena all had evil smiles and jokes on their faces at this moment.
The reason why they dare to ridicule and cheer so unscrupulously is not because of how powerful they are.
On the contrary, everyone knows in their hearts that their own cultivation and combat power are not even one-fifth of Long Jing.
Precisely because he could never catch up to his height, he burst into such morbid joy when he fell into the quagmire and was trapped in a cage.
At least for the moment, they still have freedom.
There is no need to be like Long Jing, imprisoned in the bloody Slaughter Arena, and become a plaything for the rich and powerful to have fun and fight for their lives.
Inside Slaughter Arena made of iron and stone, Long Jing stands alone on the scarlet sand.
Cheers and laughter from all directions overwhelmed him like a tide.
Those fanatical shouts did not give him any fighting spirit.
Instead, it only made him frown, and his eyes were filled with an unconcealable boredom and coldness.
"A bunch of trash who can only hide in high places and scream! If they have the guts, they will jump down and fight me one on one! How can they trap me here in a cage?"
He clenched his teeth, and the rage surging in his heart almost broke through his chest, but deeper, he felt helpless and helpless.
He was personally captured by a Saint Emperor-level powerhouse. With his current strength, there is no way he can break free from these layers of restrictions and blockades.
Apart from roaring in his heart and venting his useless anger, he could do nothing and change nothing.
The overwhelming anger and suppressed frustration accumulated and collided crazily in his chest, almost bursting his whole body.
Long Jing suddenly raised his head and let out a roar that shook the sky, "Next!!!"
In an instant, a dragon's roar power originating from his blood burst out of his throat.
The sound resounded throughout Slaughter Arena like a steel horse, causing the stone pillars of the stands to tremble slightly, causing countless laughing spectators to instantly become silent.
There was only one thought left in his mind at this moment - to use the most violent killing method to completely pour out all his unwillingness and anger!
At the same time, in the VIP room on the top floor of Slaughter Arena, the gauze was hanging down and the pearlescent light was restrained.
Xie Purou's fingertips lightly pressed against the railing, her beautiful eyes boiling with fighting spirit, she couldn't hold back her eagerness to try.
"For the next opponent, you don't have to arrange anyone else, just switch to me."
There was undisguised expectation in her tone, and her eyes were fixed on the aloof and violent figure in the field.
This Long Jing is extremely powerful and is definitely not the trash fish that could be easily killed before.
Only by fighting with him can she return home happily and happily!
But as soon as she finished speaking, Ji Ren's face changed suddenly, and she immediately stepped forward and said in a low voice, "No! Never!"
"Long Jing is the real Peak God Emperor Stage Realm, completely different from the cannon fodder before!"
It's not that Ji Ren doesn't recognize Xie Purou's strength in his heart, but he knows the gap between the two better than anyone else.
Just because Xie Purou can easily crush her previous opponents does not mean that she can stand up to a terrifying existence like Long Jing head-on.
He was not worried that Xie Purou would really be injured. After all, he would be on hand throughout the whole process. Once the situation went bad, he would intervene immediately to protect her life.
But once he takes action, it is equivalent to declaring Xie Purou defeated.
With her character and pride, if she were defeated in public and lost all face, the consequences would be disastrous.
Ji Ren dare not bet on whether Xie Purou can withstand such a blow, let alone imagine how miserable his end will be if she takes her anger out on him and is held accountable by the mysterious strong man behind the scenes.
Therefore, no matter what, he must consider his own safety.
Han Pei on the side was also shocked by Ji Ren's words, and his expression was extremely solemn.
He could clearly see that the cultivation level of these two women only stopped at Middle God Emperor Stage, and had not even touched Late God Emperor Stage.
A monk of this level, placed in Slaughter Arena, has always been just cannon fodder used to warm up the field. If he can't survive three moves, the spot will be stained with blood, and there is no possibility of surviving to the end.
Even if they have the incredible fighting power to fight across levels, so what?
Once they step onto the battlefield, what they have to face is Long Jing, a terrifying and powerful man who is like a demon.
With their strength, how could they be Long Jing's opponent?
Han Pei was a little panicked. He didn't want these two human women to be so reckless. He couldn't take responsibility for anything that went wrong!
So he quickly tried to dissuade him. "Fairy, that Long Jing is already very strong! After thousands of fights, he has become even better at killing! You must not fight him!!!"
"I can help you arrange a suitable one for you, Middle God Emperor Stage's strong man, I have plenty here!!!"
"If that doesn't work, I can arrange a few more Late God Emperor Stages for you!!!"
"It will definitely help you train!!!"
Han Pei was extremely sincere and said that he would help her arrange the most suitable opponent.
He can satisfy any request she makes.
However, you must not fight against Long Jing. Long Jing is too scary. Fighting against him is simply asking for death!
Looking past Ji Ren and Han Pei, Xie Purou's tone was cold, but there was a sense of oppression. "You think I'm not good?"
Ji Ren shook his head and said, "No, it's not that you can't do it, it's that the other party is too strong. We don't need to take this risk!!!"
Han Pei also echoed, "Yes, an opponent that is too powerful will not only fail to achieve the effect of letting you practice, but will also cause you a big blow. It is really unnecessary!!!"
He didn't know why this girl insisted on fighting Long Jing. He just felt that she was too overconfident.
Facing the two people's dissuasion, Xie Purou said calmly, "No, I have made up my mind. I must fight Long Jing today!"
Seeing how firmly she spoke, Han Pei opened her mouth and had no choice but to look at Ji Ren for help.
Ji Ren frowned, hesitated, and finally said, "Okay, Han Pei, you can make the arrangements."
"Ji Ren Master..." Han Pei was surprised.
"Just do what you are told, what nonsense are you talking about?" Ji Ren glared at him.
Since even Ji Ren said so, Han Pei had no choice but to execute the order.
"Okay, I'll make the arrangements!" Han Pei nodded.
Anyway, he doesn't have to take the blame alone.
At this time, Slaughter Arena was still filled with crazy shouts and cheers. After Long Jing looked up to the sky and roared, the gold in his eyes became even brighter.
Now he just wants to go on a killing spree!
Just when the audience's emotions were at their peak and Long Jing's desire to kill was at its peak, a girl in a purple skirt who looked like a cute little grape walked out from the opposite passage.
She walked out of the shadows of the passage, and when she was completely exposed to everyone's sight, everyone stopped cheering in unison.
Slaughter Arena, which was extremely noisy just now, gradually became quieter until it was almost completely quiet.
Then, various whispers began to sound among the crowd.
Although they were just whispering, there were a huge number of people here, and when they gathered together, it became extremely noisy.
"Who is this? Human race? I've never seen it before, newcomer?"
"It's your first time at Slaughter Arena, right? Or a girl from a clan?"
"Is she too thin? Can she survive here?!"
"Since you can be thrown into Slaughter Arena, maybe you really have some skills? New talents are interesting, I just want to see something new!"
Countless demons in the audience looked at Xie Purou curiously and doubtfully.
This was the first time they saw this human woman, so she was obviously a newcomer.
But just when everyone thought she should have some abilities, someone suddenly paid attention to the realm of this human race woman. How could she have Middle God Emperor Stage?
A Shadow Devil Race guy yelled, "That's not right, how did this human woman become Middle God Emperor Stage?!"
As he shouted, more and more people discovered this.
"Who arranged this scene? Middle God Emperor Stage was sent out? Didn't this mean she would die?!"
"Get her out of here quickly. What we want to see is an exciting battle, not a unilateral crushing!"
"Extremely weak! How could Slaughter Arena be such a weakling as Long Jing's opponent?!"
"Substitute! It's boring! If you let her play, what's the difference between watching a True Dragon kill a bird?!"
There were overwhelming voices of questioning and yelling, and the entire Slaughter Arena audience was extremely dissatisfied with the appearance of Xie Purou.
The spectators in the stands were already full of impatience, and their whispers were filled with disgust.
They didn't want to see this kind of one-sided murderous battle at all, it was too boring.
There wasn't even a spark that could ignite their blood, let alone make them cheer from the bottom of their hearts!
Unbearable yelling, mixed with doubts about Slaughter Arena's arrangements, buzzed like a dense swarm of bees, filling every corner of Slaughter Arena.
The cold stone walls reflected the noisy sounds, making the chaos even more harsh, and even the air was filled with impetuousness and impatience.
But the purple figure at the center of this noisy storm seemed to have blocked out all the noise and ignored it.
Xie Purou is wearing a neat purple-patterned outfit, with dark hair tied high, revealing a smooth forehead.
A pair of almond eyes were astonishingly bright, and they were firmly locked on the opposite Long Jing from beginning to end, without any deviation.
Then her red lips opened slightly, and her voice was clear and sonorous, cutting through all the noise and clearly spreading throughout the audience. "I know you are very capable, I hope you can let me fight happily!"
But for Xie Purou's straightforward and fiery challenge, Long Jing showed quite indifference, without even moving an eyebrow.
His body was as tall and straight as a pine tree, with a faint golden dragon aura lingering around his body. His narrow phoenix eyes were half lowered, sweeping Xie Purou's gaze as if he were looking at an insignificant object.
He had been fully expecting that Slaughter Arena would at least send someone who could compete with him, allowing him to stretch his muscles a little in this boring fight.
But he never expected that the person who would appear would be a human girl with only Middle God Emperor Stage.
His aura is still immature, and he has not experienced too much fighting rage, so he doesn't look like he can fight at first glance.
Whether it's from the difference in realm, the richness of the breath, or the experience of fighting.
Long Jing thinks that he can easily crush the opponent just by moving his fingers and condensing a little strength on his fingertips.
Don't even waste unnecessary movements.
He frowned slightly, a trace of confusion flashing across his eyes.
I really don't understand this girl. She clearly knows that the gap between the two parties is as big as clouds and mud.
But he still wants to provoke himself so blatantly, is it possible that he was frightened?
"You couldn't help but enter Slaughter Arena. I can understand you very well."
Long Jing looked at Xie Purou, with a hint of condescending pity in his tone, and sighed softly, his voice low and calm.
"Don't worry, I won't make you suffer too much."
He knew this feeling all too well.
I was forcibly captured here and became Slaughter Arena's tool for others' pleasure.
Every word, every action, every move is firmly controlled by others.
The despair and numbness of completely losing personal freedom and having to be controlled and manipulated by others have already penetrated deep into his bones and been engraved into every inch of his bones.
This girl still has an unquenchable edge and stubbornness in her eyes.
It must be that he was captured not long ago and has not really experienced the feeling of being involuntarily controlled by others, so he is so ignorant.
Therefore, Long Jing had already made up his mind and decided to knock her out casually, so that she would suffer less physical pain and the humiliation of being crushed.
He slowly raised his right fist, and fine golden dragon scales first appeared on the fingertips, spreading along the wrist to the edge of the fist.
The scales glowed with a cold sheen under the dim light of Slaughter Arena.
A thick and domineering golden aura overflowed from the fist, spreading slowly, causing the surrounding air to tremble slightly.
If this punch is thrown out, the force must be very measured, and Xie Purou will not die on the spot, nor will she be seriously injured and difficult to treat.
However, it was enough to teach her a profound lesson, allowing her to recognize the gap between the two sides and the cruelty of this Slaughter Arena.
Unexpectedly, when Xie Purou faced his self-righteous "kindness", instead of showing any gratitude, he raised his chin slightly with disdain in his eyes.
The tone was somewhat forceful. "If you want to take action perfunctorily, then I can only deal with you!"
Hearing this, Long Jing was stunned on the spot, and the pity in his eyes froze instantly.
He felt that he was considerate enough and merciful enough.
He was even prepared to hold back and prevent her from suffering.
Why does this little girl from the human race still have an arrogant and arrogant tone when she opens her mouth?
At first I thought she was pitiful, and felt a little pity for her.
But at this moment, Long Jing's eyes slowly narrowed, and the slits became narrower and narrower. A ray of cold and biting light quietly emitted from the originally calm eyes, and the aura around him instantly became a bit colder.
Is it possible that this little human girl is really eager to seek death?
He Long Jing has never been a kind-hearted person. In this Slaughter Arena, being soft-hearted will only lead to his own death.
Over the years, his survival has always been based on ruthlessness and determination, not mercy.
Suppose that the other party keeps clamoring like this, self-righteously provoking his bottom line.
Then, he will never be stingy with his killing intent, and will take action without hesitation to give the other party a clean death and make her pay for her arrogance!