250: Broken Mirror Returns

The nauseating, metallic scent of the Blood Prison Arena seemed to have seeped into every brick and stone of Rakshasa City.

More than ten days had passed, and the arena remained as boisterously loud as ever.

However, the feverish discussions about the "War King" and "Asura" were gradually replaced by a new speculation—fear, or rather, withdrawal.

"It's been thirteen whole days! Where are the 'War King' and 'Asura'? Not even a shadow of them!"

"Humph, isn't it obvious? Last time the Blood Slaughter Squad met their downfall, and Li Sha was killed with a single spear strike by that 'Asura.' How could Lord Li Xiong let the matter rest? They must be afraid, hiding away like shrinking turtles!"

"What a pity. I thought they could really fight their way through the Blood Prison, but it turns out they were scared witless by Lord Li Xiong."

"Heh, in Rakshasa City, even a Dragon must coil up! After offending Lord Li Xiong, did they really think they could survive?"

On the spectator stands, various sounds of sarcasm, mockery, and schadenfreude rose and fell.

The names "War King" and "Asura," which once shook the heavens, seemed to have become fleeting clouds, serving as the latest footnotes to prove Li Xiong's fierce might.

In the highest shadowed VIP box, Li Xiong held a glass of wine as red as blood, a cold curve tracing his lips.

Di Wushang's spear strike was indeed stunning, but it also exposed his limits.

The Purple Mansion Realm is, after all, just the Purple Mansion Realm; no matter how great the potential, a dead Genius is worthless.

He, Li Xiong, had plenty of means and even more patience.

In his view, this silence of over ten days was precisely the beginning of the other party's cowardice and dead end.

His fingertips lightly tapped the gilded armrest, as if he were enjoying an overture to a long-predestined defeat.

However, in the most chaotic and filthiest corner of Rakshasa City, inside a temporary stone room cast from heavy Dark Iron and covered in crude defensive array patterns, the atmosphere was entirely different.

Thick, substantive blood qi and cold Evil Qi intertwined and permeated the air, forming a visible red and black vortex that slowly rotated in the center of the stone room.

Di Lingxiao sat cross-legged at the core of the vortex, his bare upper body covered in what looked like countless dark gold lava veins.

These eerie black patterns, representing the Undying Battle Body, were currently moving, colliding, and undergoing Fusion beneath his skin at an unprecedented speed.

Every breath was like the pulling of a bellows, heavy and long, drawing the dense blood-red Evil Qi in the room to surge frantically into his body.

The terrifying wounds on his body, once deep enough to see bone and torn by Li Sha's Blade Qi, had long since vanished, replaced by a heart-palpitatingly tough bronze luster, as if he were refined gold tempered a hundred million times.

A majestic, heavy aura carrying unyielding Battle Intent, like a dormant volcano, brewed and rose within him, impacting the final barrier.

Tenth Level of the Purple Mansion Realm!

"For me... Break!" A low growl erupted from the depths of Di Lingxiao's throat.

Boom!

The stone room shook violently, and the blood-red Evil Qi vortex surrounding him suddenly exploded!

Dark gold light soared into the sky, instantly filling the entire space and reflecting him like a war god cast in gold!

A tyrannical pressure far exceeding the Ninth Level of the Purple Mansion Realm erupted with a bang, causing the defensive array patterns on the stone walls to flicker unsteadily!

He snapped his eyes open, a brilliant light bursting from them like two burning golden torches; his Battle Intent was soaring, without a trace of lethargy!

"It's done!" Di Lingxiao stood up abruptly, his muscles and bones crackling like popping beans.

He clenched his fists, feeling the vast power surging and roaring within him, almost ready to burst out of his body, and his lips curled into a bold and wild smile.

"Li Xiong, you old dog, wash your neck and wait! I'm going to tear down your damn colosseum right now!"

Meanwhile, in the shadows of another corner of the stone room, Di Wu Shang stood as still as an ancient Demon Abyss.

The aura around him was more restrained, yet even more dangerous.

His Asura Demonic Eyes were closed, but at the center of his brow, a highly complex blood-colored rune emitting an ancient, fierce aura was faintly rotating and bobbing.

The asura god-slaying spear he held tightly was currently emitting a low hum, the spiral patterns on the tip seemingly coming to life, greedily devouring threads of Asura Baleful Qi drawn from the Void Realm.

The Asura True Yuan within his body was no longer a surging river but had transformed into cold, viscous, dark-red lava containing endless slaughtering intent, flowing silently through his Meridians; every wash brought tearing pain and a transformation of the essence of his power.

Heaven-Reaching Realm!

It was a chasm that lay between the mundane and a higher level of life.

The Purple Mansion Realm cultivates the Qi Sea and Dantian, refining True Yuan.

Whereas the Heaven-Reaching Realm involves opening the bridge between heaven and earth, drawing the power of the world's Laws into the body, and preliminarily touching the rules of the Great Dao, causing one's power to increase exponentially!

Within Di Wushang's Sea of Consciousness, memories of his past life as the Asura Demon Venerable surged like a tide, bringing deeper insights into slaughter and the essence of power.

The vision of the Asura Demonic Eyes seemed to penetrate the barriers of the stone room, seeing the threads of the Law of Slaughter that were omnipresent between heaven and earth.

He didn't need to charge violently like Di Lingxiao; he only needed to precisely capture that boundary and then... step across!

Buzz!

The asura god-slaying spear shook violently, letting out a shrill howl sharp enough to pierce the Soul!

Di Wushang's tightly closed eyes suddenly snapped open!

In an instant, the entire stone room seemed to fall into absolute darkness and silence!

Only his pair of demonic eyes shone as brightly as demonic stars rising from a sea of blood and abyss!

A cold, vast pressure carrying the supreme intent of slaughter, like an invisible Domain, instantly enveloped the surroundings!

The defensive array patterns on the stone walls silently crumbled into powder!

The air seemed to freeze, and light distorted because of it!

Tongtian Realm First Level! It was a natural progression!

Di Wushang's aura had completely changed.

If he was a sharp and exposed lethal weapon before, then at this moment, he was the Dominator who controlled slaughter.

He slowly raised his hand, a wisp of dark red spiritual power lingering around his fingertips.

"Power..." Di Wushang felt the earth-shaking changes within his body. He glanced at Di Lingxiao, whose aura had also surged and who was eager to try his new strength, and his cold lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

"Let's go. It's time to make those noisy insects shut up."

...At the Blood Prison Arena, the giant crimson iron gates slowly rose amidst the sound of heavy chains, with blood mist churning.

The moment the iron gates opened, the noisy spectator stands suddenly fell silent, like a duck being grabbed by the neck!

All the sarcasm and mockery froze on their faces, turning into unbelievable shock!

Two figures, bathed in the churning blood-light from behind the gates, stepped out one by one.

The one on the left was bare-chested, his bronze skin seemingly hiding explosive power, with dark gold war patterns flowing like living things over the contours of his muscles, emitting a heart-palpitating sense of oppression.

The Dragon Fall Spear in his hand had its tip lowered, yet it faintly emitted the sound of a dragon's roar, causing the front-row audience's breath to hitch!

Purple Mansion Realm Tenth Level's majestic blood qi was like a furnace, scorching and pressing!

It was none other than the "War King," Di Lingxiao, who had been silent for thirteen days!

The one on the right was dressed in black as dark as ink, his figure slightly thin, yet he gave off a terrifying sense of being as steady as a mountain and as deep as an abyss.

His face was cold and stern, his eyes deep, with what seemed like a sea of blood bobbing in the depths of his pupils; a mere calm gaze made those who met his eyes feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, their Divine Souls stinging!

The dark red spear in his hand had spiral patterns on its tip that seemed to be slowly writhing, emitting a fierce and deathly still aura that caused the temperature of the entire arena to drop by several degrees.

The pressure of the Tongtian Realm First Level, like an invisible iceberg, weighed heavily on everyone's heart!

It was none other than the "Asura," Di Wushang, who had once killed Li Sha with a single spear strike!

"War... War King! Asura! They're back!"

"Tenth Level of the Purple Mansion Realm! Heaven-Reaching Realm! Heavens! They've broken through! They've broken through in just these dozen or so days!"

"Hiss... What a terrifying aura! It's more than ten times stronger than last time!"

After a brief dead silence, there was a tsunami of even more frenzied sound waves!

Fear was replaced by an instantly ignited fever!

All doubts and ridicule were crushed to pieces in the face of absolute strength!