An extremely magnificent palace.

The square hall is a hundred miles long and wide, and nearly ten miles high.

The entire hall is decorated with precious metals such as gold and silver, and the floor is a single piece of cast bronze.

On the smooth floor of the hall, there were a thousand strangely shaped objects emitting a faint glow. These objects were about ten feet in diameter, and from the outside, they looked like a round platform that was small at the bottom and large at the top.

Looking closely, the layout of the circular platform is exactly the same as what Chu Tian saw in the Blood Killing Castle.

A faint light enveloped these strange objects, and dull shouts and screams could be faintly heard coming from these objects.

At the innermost part of the hall, under a golden relief wall, there was a chair with extraordinary momentum. A fat man with a height of more than 12 feet and a waist circumference of about 12 feet sat on the chair, holding a huge roasted animal leg in his left hand and a heavy wine jar in his right hand, and was happily eating meat and wine.

The fat man burped with a gurgle. He reluctantly took a bite of the beast's leg. While chewing, he asked the people patrolling the round platforms in the hall vaguely: "Eh? Is there anything new these days? Are there any powerful newcomers emerging?"

He burped again, and angrily placed the animal leg and the wine jar on the long table beside him. The fat man patted his belly happily and asked with a smile: "Next month is a good day for the big arena. Are there any outstanding figures in our arena these days?"

The people patrolling in the hall smiled and shook their heads at the same time.

The fat man's face darkened: "Is that so? This is going to be troublesome."

With a heavy sigh, the fat man muttered to himself, "The good days of the Grand Arena are not for us to fight among ourselves, but for the master and those nobles. Although we are just filling in the numbers, if we lose too badly, the master will definitely think that I, Duka, am a waste!"

Stretching out his greasy fingers, the fat man said coldly: "I, Duka, am trash, and you are scum who are even worse than trash! Trash can still be kept for a few days to see if it can become more useful, but scum, that can be thrown away at any time!"

Thousands of people patrolling the hall knelt on the ground at the same time, with their foreheads pressed against the ground, not daring to say a word.

"If you are abandoned, ah, your women, your children, your relatives!" The fat man Duka murmured, "They will all be thrown into our fighting arena, right? Haha, I don't know whether they will die happily or unhappy!"

The atmosphere in the hall became extremely gloomy and depressing. Everyone kowtowed to Duka in unison at the same time.

"Bang, bang, bang," the sound of heads hitting the ground rang out in unison. Fatty Duka chuckled a few times and waved his hands proudly: "Forget it, even though you are scum, who told you to please me? Get up, get up!"

Everyone stood up in unison, and suddenly a man in a black robe let out a soft "eh".

Duka immediately looked over and asked in a deep voice, "Is there anything wrong?"

The man laughed a few times, nodded and said, "Lord Duka, there is something new in the Bloody Ninth Fort. The crows went to deliver the rations this time, and hehe, there is a newcomer who provokes the Ghost Tiger of the Bloody Ninth Fort."

Duka's pea-like eyes widened, at least three to five times larger than usual. He smiled happily and said, "Ghost Tiger? I remember them, they are good fighters, and his brothers are not bad either. There are nine small realms in the An Shen Realm, and they are at least good fighters in the seventh, eighth, and ninth realms."

Standing up excitedly and taking a breath, Duka staggered towards a round arena shining with a faint light: "Are there any newcomers who dare to provoke them? Are they the newcomers who came yesterday? Hee, if it's the old men, who dare to provoke the trash in the ninth fortress?"

Walking to the side of the arena, Duka casually waved his hand across the edge of the halo on the arena.

With a humming sound, a large piece of light gushed out from the fighting field, turning into a cloud of light about an acre in size that was suspended in the air. In the Blood Killing Fort where Chu Tian was, the scene in the basin in the middle was immediately visible.

"Bone-crushing Wind?" Duka screamed, "How can this pretty boy have bone-crushing Wind? Oh, this is not right. Our fighting arena cannot accommodate a kid who has mastered such power."

In the fighting arena, Chu Jie's Red Spirit Sword arrived first after launching a late attack, and a series of red sword beams whizzed and landed on the ghost tiger's heavy armor.

Sparks flew from the half-inch thick, heavy and solid heavy armor decorated with gorgeous patterns. Chu Jie's Red Spirit Sword easily pierced through the heavy armor, breaking the defensive runes on it. The almost tangible sword light pierced into the ghost tiger's body, and wisps of blood spurted out from the cracked heavy armor.

The ghost tiger howled in pain, and the axe, which was as big as a door panel, brought out a dull tiger roar and suddenly turned into dozens of black shadows and slashed towards Chu Tian and Chu Jie.

Obviously, Guihu was a powerful and bold warrior. His moves were full of loopholes, and it could even be said that he was just hacking and slashing randomly. But his strength was astonishing. His axe left afterimages and blew up strong winds. He chopped forward like a natural disaster, and the momentum was astonishing.

Unfortunately, he met Chu Tian.

When the ghost tiger was slashing around, Chu Jie had already retreated at full speed. As he retreated, the Red Spirit Sword in his hand made a ghostly whistling sound, and he calmly stabbed several of the ghost tiger's companions in the soft spots.

Several big men fell to the ground howling in agony, and then their heads were smashed by Agou's mace.

Chu Tian stepped forward. The ox-horn knife he threw out was made of ordinary fine steel and broke into countless pieces on the ghost tiger's big axe. However, he quickly swung out the Green Dragon Sword. A green sword light flickered like a ghost fire. Chu Tian took the simple and wonderful steps of the Pi Fu Sword and danced lightly in the strong wind brought by the big axe.

Nearly a hundred fierce attacks failed to touch Chu Tian's hair. Chu Tian easily approached the ghost tiger and pierced the ghost tiger's heart with a simple and neat blow of the Green Dragon Sword.

The bone-crushing wind silently enveloped the ghost tiger from all directions, and the ghost tiger's body collapsed in the bone-crushing wind, instantly turning into countless fragments. The armor on the ghost tiger's nineteen companions was shattered at the same time, and their bodies were also stirred into large pieces of ice by the wind and fell to the ground.

The strong wind gradually died down, and Guihu and his companions had lost any trace.

Chu Tian shook his head slightly. The strength of Guihu and his men was beyond his expectation. He looked around at the sturdy men who were silent and said coldly, "In this case, Guihu's supplies will belong to us. Do you have any objections?"

No one said anything.

Chu Jie laughed strangely at the side: "Well, this self-righteous Guihu is dead. Hey, which bastard is in charge here? Get out here, Master Chu. Master Chu has something to say to him!"

When Duka heard Chu Jie's words, he immediately laughed.

"A new troublemaker? You think you are so great because you have mastered some small secret techniques? Well, let's arrange a match with Lao Mo of the Blood Slaughter Arena tomorrow and let these newcomers fight hard!"