One more catty, one more attribute point-Chapter 594 - 484: Key Trump Card, Skull Throne! _2
"This is a crucial card in our hands, very useful, we can’t just let him die here so easily."
Kulika extended his hand, skimmed a sharp thorn from Ji Xuance’s joints, and then inserted it into his forehead. Under Ji Xuance’s disheveled hair, pupils that had been flickering with red light gradually dimmed, and then the wounds on his body began to heal. He stood up with a blank expression, like a marionette, staggering towards the dragon bed on the high platform, and sat down on his own throne.
Jialuo lightly wiped with his hand, and as a great swath of black smoke spread, authority activated, and the cracks in the Imperial Palace left from the combat all disappeared. Even those collapsed buildings were reconstructed in this mighty force. Now the sun had completely set, and under the frosty moonlight, the entire Imperial Palace was clean and tidy, solemn and majestic, looking as if nothing had happened, but in fact, it was completely under the control of the two.
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Elsewhere, in the Blood Realm.
After delegating the necessary chores to Li Hongxiu, Su Heng immediately returned to the warm Magma Lake to begin his seclusion and breakthrough.
Speaking of seclusion, it was actually sleeping. Su Heng had grown so powerful that he no longer needed to interfere much with his body. As long as he was provided with sufficient nutrients and energy, driven by the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skill, Su Heng’s life form could evolve to the most suitable state under the current conditions. He was a true monster, powerful, savage, and bloodthirsty.
However, some unexpected things happened during this sleep.
From a sensory perspective.
Su Heng had not slept for too long before he woke up again.
He fell from a bizarre sky filled with dense stars, landing on the hard steel ground amid swirling sand and stones.
An unfamiliar environment, obviously not the Blood Realm. Yet, Su Heng did not panic but looked around interestedly. He seemed to be in a gigantic Roman Gladiator Arena, the area wide like a basin. The ground was covered with drifting sand, desolate, and the pale ribs of several giant beasts were faintly visible in the view.
Further out was a mountain cast from brass, so tall that it rose from the boundless land and even blocked the stars in the sky.
No, no, no...
That wasn’t a mountain but a throne.
Su Heng extended his perception, and his spiritual power spread out like a raging tide.
He dug up more details from the throne; the base of the throne was constructed from countless skulls. There were human ones and those of ancient races, and various types of demons were innumerable. These skulls, even though dead for many years, looked still fierce and terrifying, with sharp fangs glistening with a metallic cold light, one can imagine how terrifying these creatures were when alive.
The throne was covered with web-like bloodstains, the armrests entwined with thick chains, below which hung three massive hounds with no fur, their peeled-skin-like crimson muscles exposed. Around their necks grew a circle of lizard-like umbrellas, which fluttered with their breath, and at this moment, they were restlessly moving, viscous saliva dripping from their protruding sharp teeth.
For whom was this throne made, and what kind of authority did it represent?
Was it prepared for himself?
Su Heng couldn’t help but fantasize; although the throne was a bit crude, its bloodthirsty and brutal aura brought joy to his heart, well-matched with his own consistent temperament. If it really had to be given to him, after careful consideration, it was not impossible to reluctantly accept. The throne was empty, only a bloodstorm brewing, and Su Heng couldn’t help but feel a greedy thought rising in his heart.
"Hiss... something seems a bit off." Even though Su Heng was strong, he did not lose his vigilance in such a strange environment.
He was clearly sleeping in the volcano in the Blood Realm, yet in the blink of an eye, he had arrived at such a bizarre place.
Was this a fictitious dream, or some kind of real-existing world?
And this arena...
Boom, boom, boom!
Just as Su Heng was pondering with a frown, a vibration came from the ground beneath his feet.
He stood at one end of the arena, and at the opposite end was a gate forged from red copper.
The gate was sculpted into the shape of a ferocious beast, looking like a lion, but with crown-like horns on its head, massive and lifelike.
In the thunderous roar that shook the world.
The red copper gate slowly opened, and scorching magma gushed out from inside.
The fog enveloping the Gladiator Arena slightly dispersed in the fierce hot wind, and surprisingly, the seats around the circular arena were filled with spectators. Su Heng looked up, and those spectators were all differently sized and appeared as Demons. The only similarity was that they were all cloaked in blood-red, exuding a murderous aura, their faces filled with fanaticism, and at that moment, they were cheering loudly, the overlapping sounds forming a tidal wave.
"Kill him! Kill him!"
"Kill that weak human, tear him to pieces."
"Blood! Let the blood flow into a river!"
Bang!
Something huge leaped down from behind the open gate.
The ground shook violently, magma splashed like blooming reeds, and a roaring sound tore through the fog, a huge figure with wings on its back raising its arms, chest out and head up, responding to the cheers of the spectators with a loud roar, "Children, we meet again, let’s see who our opponent is this time, which lucky bastard will die by my hand!"
Roar!
The already extravagant cheers reached their peak at this point.
Like ancient thunder falling from the cloud-covered sky, or the end-of-the-world volcano spewing scorching magma.
The entire Gladiator Arena vibrated with a buzz, rocks and dirt on the ground suspended against gravity, the mountainous tsunami-like cheers coming from all directions filled the arena like boiling toxic water, completely engulfing Su Heng, filled with bizarre roars and howls, Su Heng’s head buzzing, his eyes shimmering with molten metal-like brilliance, turning his originally calm demeanor somewhat agitated.
The figure opposite seemed like an old hand in the arena, thoroughly enjoying the cheering, possibly simply disregarded Su Heng as a significant threat, parading around like a king in his own city.
After a while, the cheering quieted down slightly.
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Only then did he notice the opponent in front of him, and Su Heng was also observing him with great interest.
This guy looked exactly like the standard Demon from Western mythology, approximately forty to fifty meters tall, bare-chested, with hooves like a cow’s hind legs, and huge bat-like wings on his back. Two curved horns grew from his temples outward, his left hand holding a machete, while the other hand wielded a blood-drenched giant axe.
"What place is this?" Su Heng said.
"You don’t know?" A look of surprise appeared on the Demon’s face, followed by loud laughter, and the surrounding audience laughed along.
"In that case, let me, the Bloodthirsty Demon Abbas, mercifully tell you!" He treated Su Heng as a completely weak newcomer, his ugly face filled with the excitement of a cat catching a mouse, playing with its prey. Abbas licked his tongue, hoping to see expressions of fear and panic on Su Heng, but unfortunately, Su Heng’s expression was inscrutable.
Bang!
Abbas waved his hand, and eighteen huge columns of fire erupted around the arena.
In the deafening roar, Abbas sneered, "This is the Gladiator Arena of the Original Blood River, Heaven for the strong, Hell for the weak. Those who have received the blessings of the Blood River are brought here to incessantly fight, until the final victor can sit on the Skull Throne representing the highest authority of Immortal Heaven."
"But I’ve never received any blessings from the Original Blood River." Su Heng’s face bore a thoughtful glow, calmly responding.
"Hahaha!" Abbas roared excitedly, his chest trembling, "Too late, too late. I don’t care, and no one else cares, the Brass Throne only wants rivers of blood, no matter where the blood comes from! Once you step into this battlefield, the outcome is already determined; only one of us between you and me can survive."
Boom!
Even before he finished speaking, he could no longer contain the violent, bloodthirsty desire in his heart.
The bloody giant axe, carrying a mountain-splitting and sea-parting force, speed unimaginably fast, descended from the sky in an instant, amid the wild sneers of the audience, crashing toward Su Heng’s head.
