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Chapter 109. Ashborne Reborn.
Author: Trailblazer
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The dust hadn't even settled from the exploded body of the arena master when silence fell.

It wasn’t the kind of silence that follows awe. No. It was terror. The kind that crept into the bones of even the loudest demons in the colosseum, the kind that made ancient beasts stop breathing. Because what they had just seen… wasn’t something that could be explained.

But even after that deafening silence, a deafening roaring screams that exploded from the demons. Because it was in their nature to constantly seek the thrill, to seek pain in others and take joy in the suffering of others.

Kirin stood at the centre of the blood-soaked ring, his body steaming with leftover black energy, his fingers twitching like they were still itching for another kill. He didn’t even look at the remains of the arena master, who had tried to take his power and ended up nothing but meat pudding splattered across the first row of demon nobles.

Kirin stretched his arms up and cracked his neck like he’d just finish
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