In my cultivation journey, I completely crushed a group of chosen ones.

The currency used here includes Demonic Pearls, Soul-Devouring Stones, and Asura Blood Crystals, all of which are currencies of the Asura Realm.

Di Jinghua didn't have these things; Ling Su paid for them all.

The next day, Ling Su brought Di Jinghua to the "Blood Prison Arena," a space that resembled a completely enclosed area.

The tall, sturdy black walls shut out everything from the outside world.

Upon entering the arena, one is immediately struck by the deafening roar of the crowd.

Countless shouts and roars intertwined, forming a powerful sound wave that assaulted everyone's eardrums.

Around the arena, countless floors were arranged in order, each floor filled with people.

These spectators came from all corners of the Asura Realm; some were nobles and wealthy merchants, while others were ordinary people.

Some of them are demons, but at this moment, they have all gathered here for a common purpose—to watch a fierce battle.

The audience on the upper floors waved their arms excitedly, cheering for the person or beast they supported.

"Blood Shadow, get it!"

"Flame Demon Lion, I bet you won, why aren't you doing well this time? Quick, stomp him to death."

In the center of the Blood Prison Arena, a stage rose from the ground, where a human and a beast were engaged in a fierce battle.

The cultivator was dressed in black armor and held a long sword that gleamed with a cold light.

He was agile and nimble, with a firm and sharp gaze; every movement he made was full of power and agility.

His black hair flew in the wind of battle, and sweat slid down his resolute face, but it did not affect his focus in the slightest.

The monster he fought was enormous, like a small mountain.

Its body is covered with black scales that shimmer with a metallic luster, as if it were indestructible.

The monster's eyes emitted a fierce red light, and black flames spewed from its mouth from time to time.

Its claws are incredibly sharp, and every swing leaves deep claw marks on the ring.

The demonic beast roared and charged towards the cultivator, stirring up a gust of wind; its powerful aura was terrifying.

Cultivators and demonic beasts clashed back and forth on the arena.

The audience's emotions were also ignited by the fierce battle, with some shouting loudly.

"Blood Shadow, attack quickly! Kill it!"

"Flame Demon Lion, hurry up, you bastard, you've already lost?"

"You made me lose, you piece of trash! You look big, but you're useless. Good riddance!"

The Fiery Lion's mountain-like body collapsed with a crash, its eyes dimming, and it was completely dead.

Blood Shadow, panting heavily, then stopped fighting and stepped off the stage.

Ling Su looked at Di Jinghua: "Do you want to take on the challenge? If so, you need to register first. This place is divided into several levels. The first level is a battle for Foundation Establishment stage cultivators."

Each player must fight ten matches before leaving the arena.

He wanted to advance to a higher arena, and he never lost a battle along the way. He reached the third level, which is the arena for Nascent Soul cultivators.

The victor can enter the unique inheritance space of the Asura Realm, where inheritances come from various worlds.

This inheritance space is not in the Asura Realm, but the entrance is in the Asura Realm.

It was given as a reward by powerful individuals in the Asura Realm; anyone who entered it would later become a peerless genius.

Di Jinghua doesn't lack cultivation techniques right now; she just wants to improve her combat power. Plus, the Asura Sword requires vital energy, so this place is the most suitable.

After registering, Di Jinghua realized that he didn't have the local currency.

Place your bet at the "Bet Hall": "I bet on Emperor Jinghua to win, 10,000 Soul-Devouring Stones."

He gestured for Ling Su to give him the money, promising to pay him back later.

Ling Su's eyes slanted upwards, showing she wasn't being polite.

He had been here for several years and had only saved up tens of thousands of Soul-Devouring Stones, so he placed a bet of ten thousand. The payout ratio was 1 to 20.

In the afternoon, when it was Di Jinghua's turn to perform, everyone around him was instantly delighted.

"What! Someone with such low cultivation level is coming to their death? This time, it's the Thunderstorm Giant Bear. Haha, it seems I'm destined to win this time."

"Tch, you talk like you think you're something special in a high-level arena. It's still in the Foundation Establishment stage area. If you're so capable, go upstairs."

"Exactly, and you're complaining about other people's low cultivation level. This is supposed to be a Foundation Establishment arena, okay?"

"If you're so capable, go to the eighth floor. That's where the real powerhouses fight. Every move they make is earth-shattering, capable of changing the world. Too bad you can't even afford the entrance fee."

Di Jinghua didn't care about other people's opinions; she wasn't helping others cultivate.

A series of deafening "thump thump thump" sounds were followed by the slow appearance of a giant thunderstorm bear.

His body crackled with lightning, his head held high, as he strode heavily onto the arena.

A breath was exhaled, feeling like a gust of wind.

The Thunderstorm Bear's eyes, flashing with lightning, were filled with violent energy. It opened its blood-red maw and spat out countless bolts of lightning.

Di Jinghua shifted his figure, and the arena erupted in a series of explosions.

"Good job, Thunderstorm Bear, swallow her whole."

"The thunderstorm bear trampled her with its feet, turning her into mincemeat."

Di Jinghua remained expressionless, the Asura Sword enveloped in blazing red flames.

Asura Flame Slash!

A massive fiery blade of energy roared out, carrying the momentum to destroy everything.

The Thunderstorm Bear's eyes were filled with horror. It quickly dodged, and a red light flashed, instantly splitting the mountain's body in two.

It collapsed with a crash, and blood splattered on the arena like a shower of flowers.

Di Jinghua erected a net of spiritual energy in front of him, his blood spraying all over the net.

Someone exclaimed in surprise, and everyone seemed to be awakened at that moment.

"Who is this person? His combat power is not bad. He killed the Thunderstorm Giant Bear in one move. It seems that things will get interesting from here on out."

Then a man appeared, exuding an evil aura. He was licking his lips, and his eyes were shining.

"Little beauty, you'll be my trophy soon. How about we have a good discussion about the true meaning of life?"

Di Jinghua instantly transformed into a blood-red shadow, traversing space at an extremely fast speed.

Blood Shadow Piercing!

The shadow pierced through the man's body like a sharp arrow, flashed red light, and instantly disappeared into the Asura Sword.

Even on his deathbed, the man still wore a lewd expression.