An extremely grand palace.
The square hall is a hundred miles long and wide, and nearly ten miles high.
The entire hall is decorated with gold, silver and other precious metals, and the floor is made of a single piece of cast bronze.
On the ground of the flat hall, there are a thousand strange-shaped objects that emit a faint light. These objects are about ten feet in diameter. From the outside, they look like a round platform with a small bottom and a large top.
Looking carefully, the layout in this round platform is the same as what Chutian saw in the Blood Killing Fort.
A faint light shrouded these strange objects, and dull shouts of death could be heard faintly coming from these objects.
In the innermost part of the hall, under a golden relief wall, there is an extraordinary chair. A fat man with a height of about one foot and two feet and a waistline of about one foot and two feet was sitting on the chair. He was holding a huge roasted animal leg in his left hand and a heavy wine jar in his right hand. He was happily eating meat and wine.
With a "cluck", the fat man burped. He reluctantly tore a bite of the animal's leg. While chewing vaguely, he asked the people in the hall who were patrolling around the round platform: "Huh? These days? , is there anything new? Is there any great newcomer emerging?"
He burped again, and angrily placed the animal legs and wine jar on the long table beside him. The big fat man patted his belly happily and asked with a smile: "Next month will be a good day in the big fighting arena. Are there any prominent figures among us in the fighting arena these days?"
The people walking around in the hall laughed and shook their heads at the same time.
The big fat man's face darkened: "That's it, that's going to be troublesome."
Sighing heavily, the big fat man murmured to himself: "The good days in the big fighting arena are not just a small fight among ourselves, they are a showdown between the master and the nobles. Although we are just filling in, but If I lose too badly, my master will definitely think that I, Duka, am a loser!"
Stretching out his greasy fingers, the big fat man said coldly: "I, Duka, are trash, and you are scum that is worse than trash! You can keep the trash for a few days to see if you can become more useful, but What a scumbag! It can be thrown away at any time!"
Thousands of people patrolling back and forth in the hall knelt on the ground at the same time, with their foreheads pressed to the ground and not daring to say a word.
"If you are abandoned, ah, your women, your children, your relatives!" Fatty Duka murmured: "They will all be thrown into our arena, right? Haha, I don't know if they will die happily. Still not happy!"
The atmosphere in the hall became extremely gloomy and depressing. Everyone followed the same frequency and kowtowed to Duka in unison.
"Dong, dong, dong", the sound of the head hitting the ground sounded neatly. Fatty Duka chuckled a few times and waved his hands proudly: "Well, although you are scum, who allowed you to be able to ask for help?" Am I happy? Get up, get up!"
Everyone stood up neatly, and suddenly a man in a black robe let out a soft sigh.
Duka immediately looked over and asked in a deep voice: "Is there something wrong?"
The man "haha" laughed a few times, nodded and bowed and said: "Master Duka, killing the Ninth Fort with blood is a bit novel. The crow went to deliver the rations this time, hey, there is actually a new person provoking the Ninth Fort with blood. Ghost tiger.”
Duka's small eyes were as wide as peas, at least three to five times bigger than usual. He smiled happily and said: "Ghost Tiger? I remember them. They are good players. His brothers are also good. They are in the nine small realms of Anshen Realm. They are at least good players in the seventh, eighth and ninth realms."
Standing up happily, taking a breath, Duka staggered towards a circular arena that was shining with a faint light: "Is there any newcomer who dares to challenge them? Are they the newcomers who came yesterday? Hee, if so Old man, kill those trash in the Ninth Fort, who dares to challenge the ghost tiger who is several times stronger than them?"
Walking to the side of the arena, Duka casually waved across the edge of the halo in the arena.
There was a "buzz" sound, and a large piece of light erupted from the arena, turning into a cloud of light floating in the air. In the Blood Killing Fort where Chu Tian was, the scene in the basin in the middle was immediately clear to the eye.
"Bone-breaking Yin Feng?" Duka screamed: "How can this pretty boy be capable of bone-breaking Yin Feng? Oh, this is wrong. Our fighting arena cannot tolerate a boy like this who has mastered such power. "
In the arena, Chu Jie's Red Spirit Sword arrived first, and streaks of red sword light roared and landed on Ghost Tiger's heavy armor.
The heavy armor, which was half an inch thick, heavy and sturdy, and decorated with gorgeous patterns, was splashed with sparks. Chu Jie's Red Spirit Sword easily penetrated the heavy armor and broke through the defensive runes on it. After entering Guihu's body, wisps of blood spurted out from the cracked heavy armor.
The ghost tiger hissed in pain, and the axe, which was as big as a door panel, let out a dull tiger roar, and suddenly turned into dozens of black shadows and chopped them down towards Chu Tian and Chu Jie.
Obviously, Guihu is a powerful and bold warrior. His moves are full of loopholes, and it can even be said that they are just hacking and slashing. But his strength was astonishing. The big ax brought up afterimages and strong winds, overwhelming the sky and slashing forward like a natural disaster. The momentum was astonishing.
Unfortunately, he met Chu Tian.
Chu Jie retreated at full speed when the ghost tiger attacked him randomly. As he retreated, the Red Spirit Sword made a ghost whistling sound in his hand and stabbed the weak ribs of several of the ghost tiger's companions calmly. A sword.
Several big men fell to the ground howling miserably, and then their heads were smashed by Ah Gou's mace.
Chu Tian stepped forward. The horn-sharp knife he threw was just made of ordinary fine steel. It smashed into countless pieces on Guihu's big axe, but he quickly swung the Green Dragon Sword, a green spirit. The light of his sword flashed like a will-o'-the-wisp, and Chu Tian followed the simple yet wonderful steps of the sword, beating lightly in the strong wind brought by the big axe.
Nearly a hundred slashes failed to touch Chu Tian's hair. Chu Tian easily approached Gui Hu and pierced Gui Hu's heart with a simple and clean blow from the Green Dragon Sword.
The bone-shattering wind silently enveloped him from all directions, and Guihu's body disintegrated in the bone-shattering wind, instantly turning into countless fragments. The armors of Guihu's nineteen companions were shattered simultaneously, and their bodies were stirred into large pieces of ice by the cold wind and fell to the ground.
The strong wind slowly stopped, and Guihu and his companions had lost track.
Chu Tian shook his head gently. The strength of Gui Hu and others was beyond his expectation. He looked around, looked at the silent and sturdy men, and said in a cold voice, "In that case, this batch of supplies from Ghost Tiger belongs to us. Do you have any objections?"
No one said a word.
Chu Jie laughed strangely from the side: "Hey, this self-righteous ghost tiger is dead. Hey, which bastard of you is calling the shots here? Get out of here, Young Master Chu. Young Master Chu has something to say with him. !”
When Duka heard Chu Jie's words, he suddenly laughed.
"The new thornhead? Do you think you are great if you master some small secrets? Well, let's make an appointment with Lao Mo from the Blood Slaughter Arena tomorrow, and let these newcomers go into battle and fight to the death!"