258: The Threshold of a Hundred Victories

"Have you heard? Shadow Fang! Ten whole people! They're all finished!"

"Hiss… That was one of Li Xiong's trump cards! War King and Asura… are they really still at the Purple Mansion Realm and Heaven-Reaching Realm?"

"Who cares if they are! I'm betting on them to win! The hundred victories king is right before our eyes! This heaven-sent fortune, I'm betting it all!"

"Hmph, fortune? I see it as a death warrant! What kind of person is Li Xiong? Will he just let it go after suffering such a huge loss? Just wait and see, the next match will definitely be Hell!"

"Latest odds! War King reaching one hundred victories is one to five! Asura reaching one hundred victories is one to four! Li Xiong really intends to wipe them out!"

The clamorous waves of sound were cut off by the thick stone door.

Deep within the Blood Prison Arena, in a quiet room reserved for top gladiators, an almost solidified silence permeated the air.

This place was much more spacious and luxurious than the stone room where Di Lingxiao had previously healed his injuries. The floor was covered with thick, unknown animal pelts, the walls were embedded with moonstones emitting a soft white light, and in the corner, a small Spirit Gathering Formation was slowly operating.

Di Lingxiao was shirtless, sitting cross-legged on the animal pelts, his body surrounded by a faint, misty aura that seemed to be composed of countless tiny golden lights.

His eyes were tightly shut, his brows slightly furrowed, and the blood in his body surged like a river, emitting a low rumble.

The Spiritual Qi of the Purple Mansion Realm Tenth Level, guided by the 'Army-Breaking god slaying spear Technique', washed over his limbs and bones again and again.

The properties of his Undying Battle Body were stimulated to the extreme; every recovery after an injury caused his physique to transform towards greater toughness.

However, the sense of overdraft—as if his Soul were being torn apart—brought on by forcibly activating Heaven-Slaying, could not be eliminated in a short time.

Opposite him, Di Wushang was also regulating his breathing with his eyes closed.

He did not have the surging, rainbow-like blood aura of Di Lingxiao; his entire presence was restrained, like an iceberg submerged in the deep sea.

The dark Asura Power flowed over his body like a living creature, outlining mysterious and complex demonic patterns that finally converged on the asura god-slaying spear in his hand.

The spear body trembled slightly, emitting an inaudible hum, as if responding to its master's will, greedily absorbing the residual killing intent and essence of blood Souls in the air.

With every breath, the Evil Qi dissipating from his body became more condensed, and his Tongtian Realm First Level cultivation, under the pressure of successive life-and-death battles, was becoming increasingly stable and profound.

The prototype of his Asura Demon God Body was growing slowly and steadily, watered by this blood and fire.

Over the past few days, they had challenged continuously, and both had reached a record of ninety-nine consecutive victories!

Time passed in silence.

I don't know how much time had passed, but the golden misty aura on Di Lingxiao's body slowly receded. He opened his eyes abruptly, a flash of electricity-like brilliance vanishing in an instant.

He exhaled a long breath of turbid air tainted with the scent of blood, stretched his limbs, and they popped with a faint crackling sound, like rolling muffled thunder.

"How is it?" Di Wushang's voice sounded almost simultaneously. He had also opened his eyes and looked at Di Lingxiao.

"I won't die!" Di Lingxiao grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth, carrying a wild, uninhibited air.

He grabbed the dragon fall spear beside him and casually spun it into a flower; the dark gold shaft tore through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

"The evil energy left behind by that broken nail is a bit troublesome, but it's been mostly worn down by my battle body's blood energy. What about you?"

"Mere clowns," Di Wushang said in a flat tone, his fingers brushing over the cold spine of the asura god-slaying spear.

"A little bit of nether filth is just right to feed my spear. But you…" His gaze fell on Di Lingxiao's hand that was gripping the spear, where the split in the web between his thumb and index finger was still visible. "That dark gold spear… the price was not small, right?"

Di Lingxiao's smile faded slightly, his eyes becoming solemn: "Heaven-Slaying… it truly is a divine weapon. Its power is peerless, but the consumption is also terrifyingly extreme. With my current cultivation and battle body strength, barely activating a sliver of its power almost drained all my energy. I cannot use it lightly unless I am in a desperate situation."

He paused, his Battle Intent reigniting like a volcano in his eyes, "However, it was worth it! Without it, that broken nail really wouldn't have been easy to deal with."

Di Wushang nodded slightly and asked no more.

He stood up and walked to the only stone window in the quiet room. Outside was a corner of the Blood Prison Arena's vast and bloody corridor, from which the roars of gladiators and the fanatical shouts of the audience could be faintly heard from afar.

"Li Xiong will not let this rest. The loss of Shadow Fang is not only a loss of face for him but also a heavy blow to his strength. The hundred victories… these last few matches will definitely be a dragon's pool and tiger's den."

"Afraid of him?" Di Lingxiao also stood up and walked to his side, his tall body full of oppressive force, the dragon fall spear heavily striking the ground.

"If he wants to fight, then let's fight! It's just right to use the blood of those stumbling blocks to sharpen my spear tip and temper my battle body! The hundred victories throne, I am determined to have it!"

Di Wushang's lips seemed to twitch upward very slightly; it wasn't a smile, but more like a cold anticipation.

"A dragon's pool and tiger's den… that's what makes it interesting!"

The two looked at each other; no more words were needed, an invisible tacit understanding flowed in the air.

Challenges were never a burden, but a ladder leading to higher peaks.

The greater the pressure, the more the power hidden within them craved to explode!

The Blood Prison Arena, which had been silent for over ten days, was ignited once again.

When the figures of War King and Asura reappeared at the edge of that huge gladiatorial arena, stained with the blood and grime of countless predecessors, the mountain-collapsing and sea-draining waves of sound almost overturned the entire dome!

"War King! War King! War King!"

"Asura! Asura! Asura!"

"Hundred victories! Hundred victories!"

The fanatical shouts were like tangible sound waves, impacting their eardrums.

On the huge betting light screen, the names and odds of the two were scrolling frantically, tugging at the bloodshot eyes and tense hearts of countless gamblers.

Feeling these boiling waves of sound, the blood in Di Lingxiao's body also accelerated its flow.

He took a deep breath, the air mixed with the scent of blood, sweat, and fanaticism rushing into his lungs; far from feeling uncomfortable, it instead ignited the Battle Intent in his bones.

His mouth curled into an arrogant arc, and he suddenly pointed his dragon fall spear diagonally at the sky; the dark gold spear body, under the illumination of countless lighting crystals, reflected a heart-palpitating cold light!

This action instantly ignited even greater cheers.

Di Wushang remained indifferent, like profound ice that would not melt for ten thousand years.

He ignored the surrounding clamor, his Asura Demonic Eyes sweeping over the deep contestant tunnel opposite; there, a fierce aura, like a prehistoric beast awakening, was slowly permeating out.

His fingers unconsciously stroked the cold spear body of the asura god-slaying spear.

"Roar—!!!"

A deafening roar, filled with primitive brutality, exploded from the depths of the tunnel!

The sound waves rolled out, causing those with weaker cultivation in the spectator stands near the tunnel entrance to turn pale and their blood to churn.

Heavy footsteps sounded like beating war drums; with every step that fell, the entire gladiatorial arena seemed to tremble slightly.

A figure, larger than imaginable, slowly stepped out from the shadows.

That was a giant over three meters tall!

Its skin was an unnatural cyan-grey, like weathered rock, covered in knotted muscles like tree roots, full of explosive power.

Its head was almost as wide as its shoulders, its facial features rugged and twisted, a pair of copper-bell-sized eyes blood-red, containing only the purest desire for destruction, with not a trace of rational light to be seen.

The most terrifying thing was the pitch-black chain, as thick as an adult's arm, wrapped around its body. The chain was deeply embedded in its flesh, and as it walked, it made a heavy, clattering friction sound. At the other end of the chain, it dragged a dark red giant hammer, the size of a door panel and covered in ferocious spikes!

On the giant hammer was a thick layer of dark brown grime, which was blood plasma that had dried for who knows how many years.

"It's… it's the Stone Demon!" someone in the spectator stands screamed, filled with thick fear.

"Wasn't he locked in the lowest level of the Death Abyss three years ago? Legend has it he tore a Law Realm First Level powerhouse apart alive!"

"Li Xiong… Li Xiong let him out! This is to completely destroy War King and Asura!"

"It's over! I bet all my Spirit Stones on War King!"