With both his hands crippled, Lui Yifa obviously couldn’t participate in the upcoming battles.

The Black Emperor led him to the side and began treating his wounds with the pills Jiang Chen had left behind.

Lui Yifa’s face was a mask of misery. "Little Black, is it possible for me to recover?"

"Relax. Even if Jiang Chen can’t help you recover, this Emperor has plenty of ways!" the Black Emperor said, thumping his chest. "For now, let’s just watch quietly from the sidelines as Jiang Chen avenges you!"

"Okay."

Lui Yifa nodded, but the look on his face didn’t change much.

He gritted his teeth, his gaze fixed on the silent Jiang Chen, a storm of emotions churning within him.

Just then, on Arena 32, Zhong Yi defeated another opponent and leaped from the stage, a look of delight on his face.

As he passed Jiang Chen, he made a point to glance at Lui Yifa and sneered, "Tsk, tsk. That’s a nasty injury! That Hex Junchen fellow was far too ruthless. Crippling his limbs... it would’ve been better to just kill him! What do you think, Jiang Chen?"

Zhong Yi’s face was twisted in a gloating smile.

Jiang Chen shot him a glance without a word. His Identity Token vibrated slightly—it was his turn.

On the Blood Battle Arena.

Jiang Chen looked at the True Martial Realm Sixth Stage Outer Sect Disciple across from him and asked coolly, "Are you a member of the Celestial Alliance?"

"Huh? Yes!"

The man answered, taken aback.

"I see."

Jiang Chen nodded. The moment the referee announced, "Begin the match," and the Celestial Alliance disciple prepared to concede, Jiang Chen suddenly struck.

BOOM—

A palm print the size of a small hut slammed down from above.

"No, I—I conce—"

The Celestial Alliance disciple’s face was filled with terror. He desperately launched attacks to block Jiang Chen’s descending palm while trying to shout his surrender.

But he was a step too slow.

BAM!

The massive palm slammed down, making the entire Blood Battle Arena tremble as fresh blood sprayed in every direction.

A dead silence fell over Arena 32.

When the palm of light dissipated, only a pile of mangled flesh remained on the stage. There was no sign of the Celestial Alliance disciple.

"Jiang Chen, he was already conceding! Why did you have to kill him?" The referee for Arena 32’s expression darkened as he roared in anger.

Jiang Chen glanced at him and said coolly, "My apologies. I didn’t hear him."

"You..."

The referee’s face went from pale to livid.

He had seen what happened on Arena 33 earlier and was well aware of the grudge between the Celestial Alliance and Jiang Chen. He had even felt a little schadenfreude. But now, in the blink of an eye, Jiang Chen had delivered an eye for an eye, slapping the Celestial Alliance across the face with even more violent and savage methods.

A cold light flickered in the referee’s eyes. He said in a low voice, "Even if you didn’t hear him concede, you shouldn’t have been so ruthless. You’re violating the sect rules..."

Jiang Chen replied calmly, "As I recall, the sect rules only state that Inner Sect Disciples may not attack Outer Sect Disciples without cause. Is there an explicit rule forbidding Outer Sect Disciples from fighting to the death amongst themselves?"

"Well..." The referee was at a loss for words. He gave a wry smile. "Even if it’s not explicitly forbidden by the rules, you should still show some restraint!"

Jiang Chen nodded, his expression placid. "Alright. I’ll be more careful next time."

"..."

As he watched Jiang Chen turn and walk away, the referee’s eyes flashed with a cold, piercing light, but he was completely helpless.

Below the stage.

Zhong Yi was trembling, his killing intent flaring. Staring at Jiang Chen, he snarled through gritted teeth, "You dare kill someone from my Celestial Alliance?"

"So what if I did? What are you going to do about it? Let me make this perfectly clear: he wasn’t the first, and he won’t be the last," Jiang Chen said coolly.

"Good! Very good!"

Zhong Yi’s gaze was murderous. "I’d like to see just how long you can act so high and mighty!"

However, what happened next was something neither Zhong Yi nor the entire Celestial Alliance could have ever anticipated.

Jiang Chen’s slaughter of Celestial Alliance members didn’t stop. In fact, it grew even more direct and tyrannical.

This next opponent was an expert at the True Martial Realm Eighth Stage. The moment he stepped onto the stage, he spoke in a sinister tone, "Jiang Chen, I admit you’re strong. I’m no match for you. But don’t think you’re untouchable just because you’ve killed a few grunts. The Celestial Alliance is filled with masters. If you dare to make an enemy of us, the only path for you is death!"

"Are you finished?"

Jiang Chen asked.

The man froze. Remembering the fate of the last person, he whipped his head toward the referee. "Referee, I—"

A flash of sword light suddenly shot into his open mouth.

His entire body convulsed before he collapsed heavily to the ground, already dead.

Jiang Chen looked innocently at the furious referee, shrugged, and said, "My apologies. I thought he was about to shoot a hidden weapon at me. A case of excessive self-defense. I’ll be more careful next time."

"You... I..."

The referee was trembling with rage. "Outrageous! Simply outrageous..."

As if he hadn’t heard the referee’s roaring, Jiang Chen leaped off the stage. He glanced at Zhong Yi as he passed. "That’s two."

Zhong Yi’s fists clenched, his killing intent boiling over. "Jiang Chen, I swear I’ll kill you!"

The next time it was Jiang Chen’s turn, the referee had learned his lesson. Before the match even began, he looked at the Celestial Alliance disciple and asked, "Do you wish to concede?"

"I concede!"

The Celestial Alliance disciple blurted out his surrender and immediately leaped off the stage.

Jiang Chen stared blankly, giving the referee an odd look. "..."

The referee flashed a smug smile. Seeing that Jiang Chen wasn’t leaving the stage, he frowned and prompted, "You’ve won. Why aren’t you leaving?"

"I think coming up here one by one is too much trouble."

Jiang Chen rested his chin on his hand, then looked down at the crowd below Arena 32. A deeply mocking expression crossed his face, and he suddenly bellowed, "Hey, you little bastards from the Celestial Alliance! Are you all a bunch of spineless cowards with no balls? Doesn’t your precious Alliance claim to be filled with masters? Today, this Arena 32 is my territory! Anyone else who wants a fight, come on up here together!"

"Any member of the Celestial Alliance is welcome to come up and fight!"

"Do you dare?"

"Fuck, are you all really just a bunch of cowards? You’re worse than a bunch of women! I’m fucking embarrassed for Lan Haichen!"

"That Lan Haichen is the renowned number one on the Earth List, the so-called top genius of the Saint Martial Sword Sect. How did he end up with a bunch of spineless followers like you? If I were the Alliance Leader and found out my men didn’t even have the guts to fight back, I’d probably die of sheer anger!"

Jiang Chen plopped down on the stage of Blood Battle Arena 32 and began to taunt the entire group.

Below Arena 32, there were over five hundred experts from the Celestial Alliance.

At that moment, all five hundred of them were thoroughly enraged.

"Fuck it, I’m taking him on!"

"He’s too arrogant... Brothers, let’s go! Two fists can’t beat four hands. I refuse to believe that with this many of us, we can’t kill him!"

"Get him!"

Five hundred experts from the Celestial Alliance leaped onto the stage.

The five hundred men surrounded Jiang Chen.

Facing five hundred pairs of cold, murderous eyes, Jiang Chen acted as if he didn’t notice a thing. He grinned at the dumbfounded referee. "Referee, they’re all challenging me at once now, so there’s no chance for any of them to concede. You’re not going to stop me this time, are you?"

"I..."

The referee’s face turned ashen. He was on the verge of cursing out loud.

’Stop them?’

’How the fuck am I supposed to stop them?’

His face grim, he announced, "Begin the battle!"

"Kill him!"

"Arrogant brat! The might of the Celestial Alliance will not be defied! You’re dead!"

The battle cries of five hundred men shook the heavens, sounding like a stampeding army of thousands.

Below the stage.

Zhong Yi didn’t go up. With five hundred men already on stage, it would be utterly humiliating for him to join in.

A cold light gleamed in his eyes as Zhong Yi muttered to himself, "One against five hundred? Not even Senior Brother Li Yunlong would be that arrogant. Jiang Chen, you will pay the price for your hubris!"

At the same time, on Blood Battle Arena 32, the curtain had just been raised on an unprecedented battle: one man against five hundred!