Tap! Tap! Tap! Shhh! Fang Zhe’s commanding footsteps abruptly halted right at the outer edge of the shattered arena. His robe fluttered gently, his back turned to the thousands of spectators who were still bowing their heads in deep reverence. The atmosphere, which had just begun to thaw after his order to Faiye to audit the assets, instantly froze once more. Fang Zhe did not immediately walk toward the exit. He tilted his head slightly, glancing toward the row of VIP seats in the upper stands—the place where the rulers of the high-tier blocks usually observed their prey. A faint smile, which this time radiated absolute arrogance and limitless provocation, etched itself onto his handsome face once again. It didn't last long. Fang Zhe slowly turned his body around. His voice was not loud, but backed by the remnants of his pure Qi, every word that escaped his lips tolled like a death knell in the ears of everyone present. "Since the Judgement Warden has officially registered my na

Fang Zhe had no intention of wasting any more time. His opportunistic ambition had been completely ignited by the allure of the massive points offered by this loan-shark system. Three days was a short time, and he had to ensure that his prey had no chance of escaping the net he was casting. "Faiye! Lei Ba! Get in here!" Fang Zhe called out, his voice—now backed by the resonance of the One-Star Spirit Gathering Realm's energy—boomed through the thick oak door of his room. Creak... The room door opened quickly. Faiye and Lei Ba, who had been guarding the outer corridor with a deep sense of restraint, hurriedly stepped inside. The moment they crossed the threshold, both men's footsteps froze instantly. The aura inside the room was so oppressive that it made their breathing heavy. The residual glimmers of golden-silver energy still floating faintly in the air, combined with Fang Zhe's ice-cold gaze, made the hair on their necks stand up immediately. "B-Boss..." Faiye bowed his head

"Hahaha! Draining our pockets, you say? This brat has truly lost his mind!" "He’s only been the ruler of Blocks 10, 9, 8, 7, and 6, and he’s already acting like the king of the prison! Does he not realize that the four people in front of him could chew him up alive?!" Hearing Fang Zhe’s words, a roar of laughter and mocking cheers erupted from the thousands of spectators in the stands. Their fear-driven speculation had faded since Fang Zhe finally showed his face, but it didn't change their view that this young man in black robes was just a madman throwing his life away for the sake of a spectacle. In the center of the arena, the four top-block rulers could not help but snort in disgust. "Your mouth seems to be running faster than your lifespan, kid," hissed the snake-eyed woman, the ruler of Block 2, her slender fingers playing with a poisonous dagger while she glared down at him with contempt. "First-Star Spirit Gatherer realm... so this is your capital for challenging the four

The audience's cheers, previously directed at Han Ling, shifted their focus. Harsh jeers, sharp whistles, and scorn rained down upon the Ruler of Block 5, who lay sprawled and helpless. To the spectators, he was no longer a figure to be feared, but a clown who disgraced the prison's reputation. "You idiot! You're embarrassing us all!" shouted one of the inmates from the stands. "Get up and fight, you frozen coward!" In the VIP tribune, Han Ling’s jaw tightened. The calm, cold aura he projected shifted into a suffocating atmospheric pressure. He did not care for the wasted life of the Block 5 ruler; he only cared about his pride, which was being trampled by Fang Zhe’s audacity. With a movement barely perceptible, Han Ling waved his hand, signaling the death sentence. "End this stupid drama," Han Ling murmured, yet his voice echoed throughout every corner of the arena thanks to the amplification of the transmission device. "Blocks 2, 3, and 4. Finish him right now. I don't want t

Han Ling remained silent for a moment right in the VIP stands. He looked down at the three corpses splayed across the arena floor, then shifted his gaze to the upright figure of Fang Zhe, whose neck veins were already turning pitch-black from the venom creeping up his arm. Instead of exploding in anger, Han Ling’s lips curled into a very faint, bitter smile. He placed the crystal glass in his hand onto the table and stood up slowly. His voice didn't burst forth, yet it resonated into every corner of the arena with heavy emphasis, propelled by the Qi he channeled. "Three pet dogs, you say? Hahahaha!" Han Ling laughed softly, a dry and mocking laugh. Wuuuush! He leaped gracefully from the VIP stands, landing right in the center of the arena without making a single sound... a testament to a level of Qi control completely detached from that of the three block leaders. After landing casually, Han Ling stared at the wound on Fang Zhe's arm, then locked eyes with him like a predator o