331: Chapter 326 Special Challengers

Around the perimeter of the square stood dozens of thick totem stone pillars, covered in bloodthirsty formation patterns capable of absorbing blood qi and resentment.

From the bottom up, circular spectator stands rose in tiered layers, extending all the way to the dome.

The stands were densely packed with hundreds of thousands of Cultivators. Some were dressed in opulent clothing, while others had savage countenances, but at this moment, they were all lost in a state of fanatical madness.

They waved their arms, eyes bloodshot, screaming and cursing at the square below with all their might, tossing handfuls of Immortal Stones and Storage Pouches toward the floating betting platforms in mid-air.

The air here held none of the clarity or tranquility of immortal cultivation; there was only the most primitive, purest form of barbarism, violence, and bloodshed.

“Young Lord, the noise on this first floor is too loud; I fear it will offend your ears.

The Heaven-grade boxes are on the top floor, equipped with exclusive silencing and levitation formations, and they offer the best view.”

Manager Wu Liang explained cautiously from the side, leading Su Lin and the other two toward a closed-off teleportation Formation located at the edge of the rock wall, specifically reserved for top-tier nobility.

With a slight spatial ripple, the scene before the three of them changed once again.

They had arrived at the very top of the Blood Arena.

It was no longer crowded stands, but individual floating pavilions suspended in mid-air, crafted from Top-Grade Spirit Stones and various rare Materials.

These pavilions were shrouded in highly sophisticated concealment Formations; from the outside, one could only see blurred halos of light, making it impossible to peer into any of the internal conditions.

Manager Wu Liang led them to a purple-gold pavilion located right in the center, which offered the widest view.

“Young Lord, this is our Blood Arena's top-tier Sky Grade No. 1 Box.

Aside from the few big bosses behind the Blood Arena, it is rarely opened to the public.”

Manager Wu Liang took out a jade token shimmering with golden light and swiped it lightly across the pavilion's entrance control.

The jade doors, carved with auspicious clouds and Auspicious Beasts, slid open to both sides.

The level of luxury inside the box was such that even someone like Su Lin, who didn't have much pursuit of material things, couldn't help but sigh slightly in his heart.

The floor was covered with a carpet made from the tanned skin of a whole Polar Snow Demon; it felt soft as cotton underfoot and carried a hint of mind-soothing coolness.

On the surrounding walls hung several landscape formation paintings by famous Revered Masters from the Primordial Era; they were not just decorations but could continuously release extremely pure Immortal Qi.

Directly in front of the box was a massive one-way transparent crystal wall. Through this crystal wall, one could overlook the entire view of the Blood Arena below without any blind spots.

In front of the crystal wall were several large soft couches carved from ten-thousand-year-old Warm Fragrance Jade. On the tea tables beside the couches, various rare spirit fruits and immortal brews emitting a rich fragrance were already laid out.

“Young Lord, Young Lady, please take your seats.” Manager Wu Liang retreated respectfully to the side. “The Formations in this box are fully activated, absolutely blocking any Divine Sense probes from the Mahayana Stage or even Earth Immortal Perfection. If the Young Lord has any requests, simply ring the jade bell on the table, and I will be waiting outside at any time.”

“Understood. Now get out. Without my summons, no one is allowed within thirty feet of this box.” Su Lin walked to the central soft couch, sat down with an overbearing posture, and coldly spat out these words.

“Yes, yes, yes! I shall take my leave now! I definitely won't disturb the Young Lord's enjoyment of the show!” Manager Wu Liang acted as if he had been granted a great amnesty, backing out of the box repeatedly and closing the jade door with extreme care.

As the door shut, the silencing Formation inside the box fully activated. The earth-shaking clamor from below was instantly reduced to a very faint level, and the entire space became quiet and private.

After confirming there were no anomalies, Chu Weiwei, who had been maintaining a cold and aloof posture, relaxed her shoulders slightly and exhaled a long breath of turbid air.

She turned around, walked quickly to Su Lin's side, and naturally picked up a flask of immortal brew from the tea table to fill a cup for him.

“Revered Master, that manager was truly annoying to death; that servile look of his was disgusting to watch.”

Chu Weiwei handed the wine cup to Su Lin. “However, Revered Master, when you play the part of this unreasonable Young Lord from an ancient clan, there's really no sense of mismatch at all. You're even a few points more domineering than a real Young Lord.”

Su Lin took the wine cup but did not drink. Instead, he placed it on the jade table beside him.

He did not remove the white jade mask on his face, but his deep eyes were already staring fixedly at the dark red square below through the crystal wall.

“The blood Evil Qi in this place is a hundred times denser than any demonic Sect we saw in the Lower Realm.”

Su Lin's voice was low. “They trap high-level Cultivators inside like caged beasts to slaughter each other. It's not just for entertainment; they are using this extreme life-and-death combat to forcibly stimulate the deepest potential and Dao fruit fragments within the Cultivators' bodies.”

Su Hongling also dropped her stiff guard posture. She tossed her heavy great sword onto the carpet and walked over to the crystal wall with a broad stride, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked down from above.

“These bastards who eat people without spitting out the bones!” Su Hongling gritted her teeth, her face hidden under the ghost mask full of fury. “Old Man, did you notice just now? Many of those sitting in the stands below are nobles wearing the attire of the main city. They treat human lives as bets and squander money here without restraint.”

“Old Fifth was captured and brought to a place like this. With her personality, she must have suffered a lot of grievances. When are we finally going to act? I don't want to wait another moment!”

“Don't be impatient.” Su Lin's tone was steady, carrying a power that calmed the heart.

He understood Su Hongling's anxiety well, but he knew even better that now was absolutely not the time for reckless action. Since this Blood Arena could stand tall in a place like Tianhai City, the defensive power and depth of the waters behind it were definitely not to be underestimated.

“We are in the dark, and the enemy is in the light. This Sky Grade No. 1 Box gives us the best observation point.”

Su Lin pointed at the square below. “First, see the rules of this Blood Arena clearly and figure out the deployment of their high-end combat power.

Furthermore, the news Weiwei gathered said that the grand competition aimed at besieging Ximei is today. She will definitely appear.”

Just as Su Lin's voice fell.

At the bottom of the Blood Arena, in the center of that dark red square, a burst of extremely piercing blood-colored Formation patterns suddenly lit up.

These patterns were incredibly complex, like a blooming Hell Manjusaka flower.

As the Formation patterns lit up, the ear-splitting clamor of the entire Blood Arena miraculously went silent within a few breaths.

All the spectators held their breath. Hundreds of thousands of eyes, filled with extreme fanaticism and bloodlust, stared fixedly at the Formation exit in the center of the square.

A high-pitched and provocative voice, amplified by spiritual power, boomed at the top of the Blood Arena.

“Distinguished guests! Welcome to the Tianhai City Blood Arena!”

“I presume you all have been waiting somewhat impatiently? Enough nonsense; the next battle will definitely make you feel that this trip was worthwhile!”

The voice paused for a moment, seemingly intentional to whet everyone's appetite.

“Over the past half month, our Blood Arena has welcomed an extremely special challenger.”

“She is a wild mare from the Lower Realm! She does not Cultivate immortal methods, but only the extremely eerie Demonic Path Origin! Carrying a long banner, she is like a life-claiming Asura crawled out from the Nine Serenities!”

“Using the most brutal methods, she has torn apart over a hundred of our elite gladiators in just ten days! Her graceful figure and bloodthirsty methods must have left many of the lords here thinking of her day and night, tossing and turning in their sleep?!”

The stands immediately erupted into a tsunami-like wave of crazed shouts and whistles.

“That's right! Today, she will face her most difficult and most glorious battle in this arena!”

“Several big bosses of our Blood Arena have sent word that today, ten top-tier Death Soldiers at the Earth Immortal Late Stage, who have practiced combined attack Formations for decades, will be sent to carry out a relentless slaughter against her!”

“And rest assured, we have not touched this woman's body yet!!”

As that highly provocative voice fell, the atmosphere of the entire underground Blood Arena was pushed to its climax.

Deafening cheers, whistles, and various foul words interlaced, forming a fanatical sound wave that nearly lifted the dome. The nobles and Loose Cultivators on the stands were all flushed red, like vultures smelling blood, staring fixedly at the dark red square below.

On the east side of the square, accompanied by the heavy sound of turning metal gears, a steel gate several yards thick slowly receded to both sides.

Ten Death Soldiers clad in heavy black iron armor stepped out from the dark passage with uniform, heavy strides that seemed to stomp on everyone's hearts.

These ten people did not wear helmets; their faces were stiff and pale, and their eyes held no emotional fluctuations belonging to the living, only absolute obedience to slaughter. Each held a black horse-chopping saber over ten feet long, with blood that had not yet dried still remaining on the blades.

Ten top-tier Death Soldiers at the Earth Immortal Late Stage!

As soon as they stepped into the square, they spontaneously fanned out, forming a seamless, end-to-end killing battle array. Under the enhancement of the Formation, the Qi of the ten people merged perfectly into one, and the terrifying Evil Qi they gathered even caused a visible distortion in the surrounding air.

“This Ten-Mystic Killing Array is a secret technique our Blood Arena boss spent a fortune to obtain from an ancient Sect in the Inner Domain! These ten Death Soldiers share one mind; when they join forces, even a half-step Heavenly Immortal would have a layer of skin peeled off!”

The commentator's voice rose again, filled with a bit of boastful arrogance.

“Next, please welcome our true prey for tonight! That thorny demonic flower from the Lower Realm!”

The gate on the west side of the square also crashed open at this moment.

The entire boiling Blood Arena fell into an extremely brief silence at this instant.

Inside Sky Grade No. 1 Box, Su Lin's hands suddenly tightened within his long sleeves.

Su Hongling and Chu Weiwei instantly held their breath, their eyes glued to the one-way transparent crystal wall, their eyes turning red in an instant.

From the end of the dark passage came a very heavy, piercing sound of dragging metal.

“Clang... clang...”

A tall figure slowly walked out from the shadows.

It was a black and white dress that should have been incredibly magnificent, but now it was tattered and torn, covered in large and small holes and dark red dried blood, barely veiling that breathtakingly curved body.

On her wrists and ankles, four thick Spirit-Severing iron chains were locked; the other ends of the chains were deeply embedded in the ground behind her, requiring great physical strength to drag with every step she took.

That black and white hair, which was originally smooth, was now messily draped over her shoulders.

Luo Ximei.

She kept her head lowered, her face obscured. But in her right hand, she tightly dragged a black long banner that was also severely damaged, its surface Devilish Qi extremely faint.

[myriad soul banner].

This top-tier Magic Treasure that had followed her through the Lower Realm appeared so dim and lackluster under the dual pressure of the Taihuang Immortal Domain's high-pressure Law and the Blood Arena's Restriction.

“Good! What a wild demonic woman from the Lower Realm! Tonight's bet is worth it!”

“Start the fight already! I want to see how these Death Soldiers chop off her limbs!”

“I'm going down there to slaughter them.”

Inside Sky Grade No. 1 Box, Su Hongling's voice was suppressed to the extreme, like a prehistoric beast about to devour someone.

Her entire skeleton was creaking, and dark golden battle patterns had completely covered her cheeks.

Chu Weiwei was clutching several poison bottles so hard that she had pierced her palms; purple-gold Medicine Immortal blood dripped through her fingers onto the expensive snow fox carpet, making a piercing corrosive sound.

“Revered Master, give the order. Weiwei guarantees that in this Blood Arena today, not even an ant will survive.”

Su Lin did not speak.

Behind that white jade mask carved with complex star tracks, those bottomless black eyes were currently brewing a terrifying storm capable of destroying this world.

He watched the staggering figure in the square below who still tightly held the long banner. The world tree seedling inside him began to sway wildly, and Chaos Immortal Qi roared through his Meridians like a river breaking a dam.

He did not immediately order them to act.

Because his Divine Sense had keenly captured some extremely eerie and dangerous change occurring within Luo Ximei's body.

In the center of the square.

The ten Earth Immortal Late Stage Death Soldiers made no sound. They moved with uniform steps, like a precision meat grinder, slowly closing in on Luo Ximei.

The cold horse-chopping sabers flickered with bloodthirsty cold light in the dim lighting, and the Qi of the ten people completely locked down all possible space for Luo Ximei to evade.

Ten yards.

Five yards.

Three yards.

“Kill!”

The lead Death Soldier let out a low roar.

Ten black horse-chopping sabers, over ten feet long, carrying the violent power to tear through layers of Restrictions, hacked down fiercely toward Luo Ximei's vital points from ten different directions!

This strike had no frills, only the pressure of pure death.

Many Cultivators on the stands even stood up in excitement, prepared to enjoy the stimulating scene of flesh and blood flying.

However, just as the ten horse-chopping sabers were only half a foot away from Luo Ximei's body.

Luo Ximei, whose head had been lowered all this time, slowly looked up.