"Heh heh, Li Feiyu! I didn't expect you to be so aware, knowing to come out to meet your death." Scarface pointed at Han Li's nose and shouted sternly.

Han Li simply walked out of the room unhurriedly, as if he hadn't heard Scarface's words, and then stopped in front of Poison Dragon.

"Humph! You were lucky a while ago. Poison Dragon was injured in a match, which allowed you to survive until now. Now that the boss has recovered from his injuries, you should immediately kneel down and kowtow, offering all the Profound Points on your body. Maybe the boss will be in a good mood and spare your little life." Seeing this, Scarface's voice became a bit annoyed.

Han Li glanced at the jumping Scarface, a glint seemed to flash in his eyes, and then he shifted his gaze, quietly looking at Poison Dragon.

His calm appearance surprised the surrounding onlookers, and the laughter stopped abruptly.

Seeing Han Li ignoring him like this, Scarface's expression stiffened, and a flash of anger appeared in his eyes. Just as he was about to say something, Poison Dragon glared at him fiercely.

Scarface gave Poison Dragon an awkward smile and retreated to the side tactfully.

"Very good, it's been a long time since I've met a guy with such backbone. Do you know what I like to do the most? That is to crush the bones of guys like you, one by one!" Poison Dragon said expressionlessly, clasping his hands in front of his chest, making cracking sounds as he squeezed them.

"Your Excellency doesn't need to say these words to try to shake my resolve. Tell me, are you planning to do it here, or find another place?" Han Li shook his head and said calmly.

"Not bad, you've got guts. Then let's meet in the Profound Arena to see who's the real deal." Poison Dragon's pupils suddenly shrank, he took a deep look at Han Li, left a sentence, and turned to walk outside.

Han Li didn't speak, silently lifted his leg and strode forward, the two walking side by side towards the outside.

The nearby crowd, seeing this scene, showed expressions of surprise. Obviously, they hadn't expected Han Li to react like this. Then, someone shouted, "Let's go, follow them and see!", and everyone followed.

Scarface snorted coldly and quickly followed.

Han Li and Poison Dragon soon arrived at the Exchange Hall. Many people from other areas, not knowing where they got the news, had gathered here, looking as if they were watching a show.

The huge Exchange Hall was almost full of people at this moment.

The three people at the front exuded a vast aura, and were no less powerful than Poison Dragon. They looked at Han Li and Poison Dragon with interest.

"Fellow Daoist Gu, Fellow Daoist Tu, Fellow Daoist Sun, why are you so interested today, and coming to watch the show?" Poison Dragon stopped, looked at the three of them, and smiled casually.

Han Li also followed the sound and glanced at the three.

The person in the middle was a woman in a yellow shirt, with fair and jade-like skin, and a rather beautiful appearance. What was most rare was that this woman exuded an air of composure from the inside out, surpassing the mundane world, giving people a sense of standing out from the crowd at all times.

This woman was Gu Qianxun, and the woman in the purple robe he had seen earlier was standing next to her.

To Gu Qianxun's left was a man in a black robe, with dark and shiny skin, much shorter than Poison Dragon, even slightly shorter than Han Li. However, his hands and feet were unusually thick. His arms were as thick as Han Li's thighs, and his thighs were equivalent to Han Li's waist.

The short height and thick limbs made this black-robed man look very unharmonious, but every part of his body was filled with explosive power.

The person to Gu Qianxun's right was a blue-skinned youth, with a rather handsome appearance, but his skin was covered with earthworm-like patterns, exuding a chilling aura.

"It's Gu Qianxun from the First District. She's actually here to watch this show."

"Tu Gang, the chief Profound Gladiator of the Fourth District, the Black-Faced Demon, and Sun Binghe, the Ice Emperor Fist of the Sixth District, they're actually here too."

The Profound Gladiators of the Ninth District buzzed with discussion when they saw the three.

Han Li glanced at the other two, and then his gaze returned to Gu Qianxun.

Gu Qianxun's gaze also looked over. Their eyes met, and Han Li's heart trembled. He only felt that there seemed to be a strange power in the other party's gaze that penetrated over.

His Refinement Arts automatically operated, and the massive divine consciousness in his mind flowed rumbling, and that strange feeling suddenly disappeared as if it had been washed away.

A light seemed to flash in Gu Qianxun's eyes, and then she shifted her gaze, looking at Poison Dragon.

"Fellow Daoist Poison Dragon, you are also the chief Profound Gladiator of the First District. Why bother being so serious with a newcomer?" Gu Qianxun said lightly.

"If a newcomer doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth and offends Fellow Daoist Gu's dignity, would Fellow Daoist Gu still be so calm?" Poison Dragon's expression turned cold, and he slowly asked.

Gu Qianxun smiled leisurely, neither affirming nor denying, and didn't speak anymore.

"Three Fellow Daoists, excuse me for now. After I twist off this kid's head, I'll come back and reminisce with you three." Poison Dragon slightly cupped his hands towards the three, not taking Han Li seriously at all in his words.

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a stride and walked towards the direction of the Profound Arena below.

Han Li's face was as calm as ever, as if he hadn't heard Poison Dragon's words. He slightly nodded towards Gu Qianxun, as a way of thanking her for her good intentions in wanting to resolve the grudges between him and Poison Dragon, and then strode towards the bottom.

"Wait a moment." Gu Qianxun suddenly called out to Han Li.

Han Li stopped when he heard the sound and looked over.

Gu Qianxun looked at the woman in the purple robe next to her. The woman in the purple robe looked a little unwilling, but she still walked in front of Han Li.

This woman glanced at Han Li sideways, snorted in her nose, and flipped her hand to take out a white jade bottle and handed it over.

"The grudges between you and Poison Dragon, although it has nothing to do with me, Poison Dragon's strength is too much stronger than yours. The bottle contains a Kanglong Pill, which can increase your physical strength in a short time, which can narrow the gap between you and Poison Dragon. Of course, there are also certain side effects, and it will take a month or two to recover afterwards, and it will be fine." Gu Qianxun said.

"Kanglong Pill, Fellow Daoist Gu is generous." Tu Gang said with a chuckle.

Sun Binghe didn't speak, but a hint of surprise flashed in his expression.

Han Li's eyebrows twitched. Judging from the reactions of the two, this Kanglong Pill seemed to be extraordinary. This pill has similar effects to the Blood Tide Pill given to them by Shi Pokong. He just didn't know which one was better.

"Humph! You're clearly so weak, I really don't know what my sister sees in you, to actually take out a Kanglong Pill for you, hurry up and take it!" The woman in the purple robe seemed extremely dissatisfied with giving Han Li a Kanglong Pill, and said commandingly.

A cold light flashed in Han Li's eyes, and he turned to Gu Qianxun and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Fellow Daoist Gu, but since Fellow Daoist Poison Dragon and I have decided to resolve our grudges with a competition, then it should be conducted fairly. If I accept your gift, it would be unfair, and Li would be ashamed to accept it."

After saying these words, he strode forward, ignoring the woman in the purple robe at all.

"Doesn't know how to appreciate favors, without the Kanglong Pill, I'm afraid you won't even be able to withstand a single move from Poison Dragon." The woman in the purple robe showed an expression of shame and anger on her face, and shouted at Han Li's back.

Han Li's footsteps didn't stop at all, as if he didn't hear the purple-robed woman's words, and his figure quickly disappeared into the downward passage.

Seeing this scene, the purple-robed woman's face became even angrier, and she stomped her feet heavily before turning around and walking back.

"Hehe, this Fellow Daoist Li is a very interesting person, just don't know if his life is tough enough?" Tu Gang withdrew his gaze from Han Li's back, looked at Gu Qianxun, and chuckled.

A light flashed in Gu Qianxun's eyes, her expression showing no joy or anger, not knowing what she was thinking.

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Han Li followed the downward passage and quickly arrived at the dark hall below.

Poison Dragon and the one-horned man were standing side by side here, discussing something. Seeing Han Li appear, the latter raised his head.

"I've heard about your matter with Poison Dragon. I can arrange for the two of you to go on stage to resolve your grudges, but you have to wait for a while. All three arenas are in use right now." The one-horned man said to Han Li.

Han Li nodded when he heard this, walked to the side of the dark hall and sat down on his own, closing his eyes, never looking at Poison Dragon from beginning to end.

Seeing Han Li so calm, Poison Dragon frowned slightly, then sneered inwardly and sat down in another place.

Half an hour passed, and the competition on one of the arenas finally ended.

Han Li and Poison Dragon stood up almost at the same time, and under the arrangement of the one-horned man, they stepped onto the arena.

When announcing the start of the match, the one-horned man didn't hide anything, and announced to the public that Han Li and Poison Dragon were using the competition to resolve their personal grudges.

Poison Dragon and Han Li could both be considered influential figures in the Profound Arena. Poison Dragon was nominally the boss of the Profound Gladiators in the Ninth District. Although Han Li was a new star, he had almost won every battle recently, and his momentum was really strong.

The two of them resolving their personal grudges on the arena made the nearby audience even more excited, shouting the names of Poison Dragon and Li Feiyu.

For a time, the arena was boiling, and cheers rose up in a clamor.

The betting odds for this battle between the two were also announced on the betting table, one to two.

"Hehe, I didn't expect you to be quite popular, kid. Enjoy this kind of atmosphere, you won't be able to feel it soon." Poison Dragon listened to the cheers around him, and a playful smile appeared on his face.

Han Li stood quietly a dozen feet away, lowered his eyelids, and didn't speak, as if he was wandering in his mind.

He wasn't putting on an act like this. From the moment he stepped onto the arena, Poison Dragon had exuded a vast killing intent, constantly pressing down in waves.

This killing intent was extremely strong, like a滔天怒浪. He vaguely saw a blood-red earth behind Poison Dragon, and mountains made of countless white bones.

Blood stained the mountains and rivers, and the sky and earth were all red.

Han Li thought that he had also killed countless enemies, but compared to Poison Dragon's killing aura at this moment, his was simply insignificant. The other party was worthy of being the chief Profound Gladiator of the Ninth District, and had obviously been forged through countless years of fighting.

He concentrated his mind and tried his best not to be affected by the other party's killing intent.

Seeing that Han Li didn't seem to be affected by him, a trace of surprise couldn't help but flash in the depths of Poison Dragon's eyes.

At the entrance of the Exchange Hall, Gu Qianxun, Tu Gang, Sun Binghe and others were all gathered here, looking down at the arena from a high position.

There were fewer people near the three than just now, and most of the Profound Gladiators had flocked to the betting table at this moment.

"Looking at it like this, this Li Feiyu's mind is quite firm, and he's not afraid of Poison Dragon's 'Asura Killing Realm' at all." Tu Gang raised his eyebrows, a light seemed to flash in his eyes, and he said.

Gu Qianxun's expression was indifferent, and she didn't speak. The purple-robed woman next to her snorted in disdain.

Sun Binghe looked at the arena below with cold eyes, and didn't speak either.