“Yes, Senior Brother!”
Wu Zui had just lost all face. He naturally knew he was no match for Ling Xiao, but if it was a slave with a lower cultivation level, that was different. He was certain he could kill them and regain his confidence.
“Your cultivation surpasses this slave’s, but no matter. This is a cultivation control ring. Wear it, and you can only exert strength equal to your opponent’s.”
The host recognised Wu Zui as a core disciple of the Sword King Sect, though ranked rather low. Still, he dared not offend him easily.
In the Sword King Sect, the ten core disciples were the sect’s treasures.
This was exactly the same as in the Moonlight Sect.
“Senior Brother Ling, what do you think?”
Leng Hao looked at Ling Xiao and asked.
“Shameless!”
Ling Xiao snorted coldly. “What nonsense control ring? It’s just for show. That control ring is merely an ordinary jade ring, utterly meaningless.”
“So, doesn’t that mean the slave is doomed? No matter how strong he is, he can’t possibly defeat Wu Zui, who has a seventh-level mortal realm cultivation.”
Dai Yuling, though not as saintly as Zhao Ci, was equally kind, but her kindness was not indiscriminate.
Like many normal people, she felt sympathy for these slaves.
“You’re right, but that’s the rule of the beast arena, isn’t it? This arena belongs to the Sword King Sect. How could they let their precious disciples be killed?”
Ling Xiao said disdainfully, “I just asked that Liu Cang fellow. In all these years, not a single core disciple has ever died in this beast arena. Not once! Under normal circumstances, that’s simply impossible.”
“So that’s how it is. That’s truly shameless!”
Leng Hao cursed.
“There’s more shamelessness to come.”
Ling Xiao sneered, “That Wu Zui, though his cultivation is much higher than the slave’s, has pathetic combat skills. He’s like a flower grown in a greenhouse. In the fight later, he’ll likely be suppressed by the slave. Hmph, there’ll definitely be a good show.”
“No way, Senior Brother Ling. Even if the beast arena is shameless, they wouldn’t directly interfere in the fight, would they?”
Leng Hao said in shock.
“We’ll see soon enough.”
He didn’t argue. He’d seen plenty of shameless people. Such things were actually quite common in the world.
The host stepped back.
The slave’s gaze suddenly changed.
What was once filled with endless sorrow and helplessness now burned with only hatred and fury!
This hatred was clearly directed at Wu Zui!
No, perhaps at the entire Sword King Sect!
Wu Zui was startled by the terrifying murderous aura emanating from the slave, stumbling back two steps.
“Die!”
The slave spat out a single word filled with rage. His body transformed into a sword light, lunging at Wu Zui.
He showed no intention of holding back!
Because he hated!
He was once a promising martial artist, but the Sword King Sect had captured him with despicable means and forced a disfiguring bronze mask on him.
He hated!
He hated everyone from the Sword King Sect and wanted to kill them all!
The slave also used a sword, just like Ling Xiao.
Though his swordsmanship couldn’t compare to Ling Xiao’s, it was more than enough to deal with Wu Zui.
The sword light was too fast. Wu Zui, already panicked, scrambled to muster all his strength.
Behind him, the shadow of a condemned prisoner appeared.
Like the Immortal Prisoner King, this prisoner had once dominated the beast arena, with a winning streak even longer than the Immortal Prisoner King’s, reaching a thousand matches.
In the end, he exhausted himself to death.
Who would have thought his soul would become someone else’s martial soul?
The moment the condemned prisoner martial soul appeared, Wu Zui became cold and ruthless, his fearful expression vanishing instantly.
This was one of the effects martial souls had on warriors.
Boom!
Their attacks collided.
A massive roar echoed, and the slave’s eyes still burned with fiery hatred. There was nothing else in his gaze, only the thought of revenge!
Though both retreated a few steps, the slave attacked again, giving Wu Zui no chance to catch his breath.
Wu Zui’s fighting spirit was almost entirely due to the condemned prisoner martial soul. His own soul was pitifully weak.
After a few head-on clashes, Wu Zui began to panic again.
Meanwhile, the slave had summoned his own martial soul.
It was a sword!
A broken sword!
It was the divine sword that had appeared during the Ling family’s siege, ultimately defeating their enemies.
The Divine Sword Sect was named after that very sword.
And now, this sword had become a martial soul!
Ling Xiao shot to his feet.
His entire body trembled!
Because the slave wore a mask, he couldn’t discern his appearance. But at this moment, he was certain of the slave’s identity.
It was Ling Wuhen!
The former leader of the Divine Sword Sect, who had come with Ling Yihang to the Sword King Sect for the Four Sects Martial Assembly.
How was he here!
And in such a state?
Ling Xiao trembled, not out of fear, but because he was furious. He wanted to kill!
This kind of rage was something he had only felt when his family was killed!
The terrifying murderous aura radiating from him made Leng Hao and the others beside him pale with fear.
In the beast arena, the fight continued.
With his martial soul unleashed, Ling Wuhen’s combat strength soared.
Combined with the absolutely fitting and classic martial techniques Ling Xiao had given him, after a few moves, he had already forced Wu Zui into a corner with no retreat.
“Kill him!”
Ling Xiao shouted loudly.
Even without his words, Ling Wuhen would not spare the man before him.
It was the Sword King Sect that had reduced him to this state. He hated them to the core, wishing he could raze the sect to the ground.
Though he might not achieve that, killing the man in front of him was well within his ability!
Clang!
Just as Ling Wuhen’s sword was about to pierce Wu Zui’s throat, the host suddenly leapt into the arena, blocking Ling Wuhen’s sword light.
The host’s strength had reached one-tenth power half-step Heavenly Venerable.
No matter how strong or talented Ling Wuhen was, he was no match for the host in the face of such absolute power.
“Enough!”
The host looked coldly at Ling Wuhen and said, “This fight ends here!”
Perhaps this wasn’t the first time such a thing had happened. Most of the spectators were unfazed, merely cursing the Sword King Sect’s shamelessness in their hearts.
They had promised a fight to the death, but now that the slave had the upper hand, they called it off. What kind of logic was that?
But this was Sword King City.
And the beast arena belonged to the Sword King Sect.
“Why!”
Ling Wuhen roared in fury. He hadn’t yet noticed Ling Xiao in the stands. At this moment, he was consumed by hatred, wanting only revenge. Nothing else mattered to him.
