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The tunnel was over a hundred meters long and there were two men in black standing guard outside. They greeted Mu Xiaoling as they saw her and said, "Are you coming back so soon?"

"Yes." Mu Xiaoling replied in a low and hoarse voice, as though he was a man.

The other person said, "Be careful inside. That Lixiang [1] from the Subtle Hall is not easy to deal with. Don't eat the melon seeds without doing anything."

"Got it, you guys be careful too." Mu Xiaoling continued in an undertone.

The two men waved and continued to stand guard.

When Mu Xiaoling entered the cave, the atmosphere suddenly changed.

If the outside looked like a natural cave, then this place was an underground palace that had been dug by humans.

She walked down the stairs, and just as she reached the bottom of the stairs, she heard a loud noise.

Mu Xiaoling's footsteps paused for a moment. Right now, she was completely unaware of the situation here. She needed to carefully ponder over the situation. The ruckus did not seem like it happened due to any incident. Instead, it sounded like the cheers of excitement.

It would be better to go and have a look. Perhaps he might gain something from it.

She raised her head and glanced around. There weren't many guards on the first floor, so she didn't pay much attention when she saw that Mu Xiaoling's clothes were the same as theirs.

Mu Xiaoling entered the stone room and made a sound.

This stone room was very large. In the middle of the room, there was a battling platform, and there were two people fighting on it. The cheers came from the black clothed people who were watching the show.

Some of them were dressed in black, others only in their regular clothes. The battling platform was at its climax now, and one of them, a strong man, threw another punch to the ground, winning cheers.

When Mu Xiaoling thought that the duel was over, it had actually just begun.

The cheers of the crowd gradually changed. "Kill him!"

"Kill him, kill him, kill him!"

Everyone screamed with excitement, wishing they could go up and use their bodies to kill that person with the cruelest method.

The man on the battling platform also screamed out in excitement. His big feet continued to trample on that person's body. Listening to the sounds of that person's wails, he forcefully trampled that person to death.

Mu Xiaoling's eyes drooped as Xiao Yu's words suddenly appeared in his mind. The demon race didn't have any true friends, they only had to use and be used. When one had value, they would be friends and when they didn't, they would be food.

He didn't know where Xiao Yu was now …

Mu Xiaoling retracted the frustrated feeling in his heart. Just as he was about to leave, he heard the words of the people beside him.

One of the black clothed men beside her said: "Do you think that Emissary Xiao is really an envoy from the Middle Realm?"

The other one said, "How should I know? But it shouldn't be wrong. Who dares to lie to us demonic cultivators? Are they tired of living?"

"Tell me, why did the Middle Realm send an envoy?"

"What do you mean perfectly fine? The higher-ups have always been taking action, but it's not something a small soldier like us can know. The envoy's visit is probably related to that plan."

"Do you think that plan will really work?"

We, the Demon race, have been planning for nearly a hundred years, so how could we fail? However, we do not know about the details of this matter. I believe that Emissary Xiao must have come this time for this matter.

At this moment, one of the two men suddenly noticed Mu Xiaoling and asked doubtfully, "Who are you? Why are you eavesdropping on our conversation?"

This sentence was coincidentally the end of the martial arts competition. No one said anything. Instead, a lot of gazes fell on Mu Xiaoling.

those with dark eyes, those with doubts, those who were excited, those who were bloodthirsty...

Mu Xiaoling had seen many criminals, some of whom could even be considered abnormal. The people in the room seemed to have gathered all of the evildoers that she had caught in one room. Even she felt her scalp go numb.

What kind of attitude would the demons have when they encountered provocation?

Mu Xiaoling thought for a moment, and then she came up with an idea. She sniggered coldly, "You're all funny. I'm just here to watch the competition. You guys are talking so loudly and you're talking about old sesame seeds. You're trying to get into my ears. Who would want to listen?"

When he said this, more than half of the people turned away from him with a suspicious look in their eyes. Those righteous people who had snuck in from the outside would not speak in such a manner.

Besides, those close to them also heard what the two said. Indeed, this was something that everyone knew, so it wasn't a secret.

When Mu Xiaoling saw that everyone's gaze had shifted away, she secretly let out a sigh of relief in her heart.

However, when the two heard this, they were displeased. "Who are you calling a bastard?!"

"Whoever is a bastard will be the one to answer." Mu Xiaoling knew that she absolutely couldn't give in at this moment. After all, demons loved to fight.

This demon race included the true pure-blooded demons, demonic cultivators, and demon dwellers. However, pure-blooded demons were extremely rare. Most of them were demonic cultivators, just like everyone else present.

"Why say so much? Let's fight! Whoever wins is the right one!"

It was unknown who shouted this, but the crowd immediately burst into cheers, "Let's fight!"

"Fight, fight, fight!"

Everyone shouted in unison. Some of them even whistled.

One of the two walked out, seemingly encouraged by the atmosphere. "Fight me, fight me who doesn't want to beat up my grandson!"

When Mu Xiaoling saw the man throwing his weapon to the man in black beside him, he went up to the stage empty-handed.

Looks like you can't use weapons any more than you can on stage.

She tossed her weapon onto an empty seat and followed him up the battling platform. It was better to have a fight with one than a bunch of others.

"Since you're going to die soon, I'll tell you the name of the person who killed you. Remember, my name is Shan Xu."

"Oh …" "I don't know him." Mu Xiaoling spoke slowly and the surrounding people burst into laughter.

Suddenly, he let out a loud shout, and a strange red light flooded his body. His body immediately swelled up by three inches, and his clothes suddenly burst open, revealing his taut muscles.

The surrounding audience immediately exploded. Someone said, "Heavens, this person actually knows the critical blood technique. One must know that this martial skill can only be exchanged with 1000 points. I still haven't saved up enough!"

Another person said, "It seems that the other person is also in trouble."

Another person said, "I've seen this Shan Xu kill people. Last time, he was able to pull out that person's bones one by one. This time, it must be even more exciting!"

Mu Xiaoling took a deep breath and assumed a primal stance.