"No need to look, you won. That kid doesn't know what dog shit luck he had, only opened that little Xuan Aperture, and actually managed to kill a Xuan-level Scale Beast. Utterly unlucky." Hu Ben stood up and pushed the woman in his arms over, saying.

Chen Yang casually pushed the woman onto the large chair on the other side, frowning and asking, "What's going on?"

"I want to know what the hell is going on! Fine, don't act like you're suffering after getting an advantage. Tomorrow, I'll have that beast core sent to your mansion." Hu Ben cursed hatefully before turning and leaving.

Chen Yang stood there for a long while, then glanced at the woman and also turned to leave.

…

At this time, Han Li was covered in wounds, especially his legs, which were in excruciating pain. He left the arena with some difficulty and returned to the backstage dark hall.

"To fight like this on your first time on stage, not bad. I thought you wouldn't make it out. Give me your badge." The one-horned man was already waiting there, sizing Han Li up and down, and said.

Han Li silently took off the badge from his waist and handed it over.

The one-horned man took out a golden short rod and gently swiped it across Han Li's badge.

The number of Xuan Points on the badge immediately changed, increasing by twenty points.

Seeing this, Han Li couldn't help but reveal a hint of joy on his face.

To get twenty Xuan Points was worth his hard work.

The one-horned man returned the badge to Han Li, and at the same time clapped his hands. Two tall armored soldiers wearing armor walked out from a side door deep in the dark hall, and without a word, they supported Han Li's body and walked towards the side door.

"You..." Han Li's face changed, and his arms struggled.

But the tall armored soldiers' arms were incomparably hard, as if iron tongs were clamping Han Li's arms, making it impossible to break free.

Moreover, the arms of these two armored soldiers were cold and piercing to the bone, completely unlike flesh bodies.

Han Li's face showed surprise, and he looked at the two armored soldiers.

The skin on their faces showed a strange blue-black color, and even protruding blue veins appeared, making them look quite frightening.

Not only that, the two armored soldiers' expressions were dull, their eyes devoid of brilliance, like two corpses, but their mouths and noses were still breathing, and their whole bodies exuded a cold aura.

"Don't worry, you are seriously injured now. They are sending you to heal. If you don't heal well, how can you continue to participate in the Xuan Fights?" The one-horned man chuckled.

"Healing..." Han Li was stunned when he heard this, and his eyes flickered. He didn't try to struggle anymore.

The two armored soldiers took Han Li into the side door. Inside the door was a long corridor. The two quickly moved forward with Han Li and made several turns at the subsequent forks.

During this time, Han Li secretly sized up the two armored soldiers and quickly judged that these two should be similar to Refined Corpses, and he didn't know how they were refined.

The two armored soldiers quickly brought Han Li to the end of a corridor and entered a large stone room. In the center of the stone room was a pool of more than ten zhang in size. The pool water was blood red and very viscous, like a blood pool.

In the center of the blood pool, the pool water churned, bubbling like a fountain.

Strands of scarlet blood mist rose from the pool water and swayed in the air above the blood pool.

An extremely pungent bloody smell filled the entire stone room, but there was no fishy smell. On the contrary, the bloody smell made people feel invigorated.

Han Li's face showed surprise when he saw the scene before him.

The two armored soldiers walked to the edge of the pool and threw Han Li out without saying a word.

Han Li was in mid-air, with nowhere to gain leverage, and his whole body was sore and weak at the moment, making it even more impossible to struggle. With a "plop," he fell into the blood pool.

"Chichi" sounds rang out.

As soon as he entered the blood pool, Han Li's skin instantly turned red, and the features on his face were slightly distorted.

The temperature of the blood pool water was frighteningly high, scalding every inch of his skin as if it were being burned by fire, causing unbearable stinging pain.

While the blood was scorching Han Li's body, streams of heat also poured into his body, flowing toward the damaged areas, and his injuries immediately began to recover.

Han Li felt this and was overjoyed.

"You only have half an hour." One of the armored soldiers spoke, his voice hoarse.

Hearing this, Han Li quickly circulated the Qi and blood in his body, and the heat flowing from the pool water suddenly accelerated a lot.

His heart stirred, and he immediately used all his strength to circulate the Qi and blood, absorbing the heat in the blood pool to heal his injuries.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, a quarter of an hour had passed.

The blood pool had an excellent effect on healing injuries. In just this short amount of time, his injuries had recovered nearly half, which surprised and delighted him.

At this moment, a sound of footsteps came.

Han Li opened his eyes and looked over, only to see two more armored soldiers walking in, also carrying a Xuan Fighter in their hands.

The man was a young man, and spiral patterns appeared on his left cheek, stretching from his forehead to his chin, making him look quite strange.

This person was also seriously injured at the moment, his face pale, and his whole body was covered in wounds. In particular, there were two huge wounds on his lower abdomen, almost cutting his body into three pieces, and blood poured out, clearly showing the intestines and internal organs through the wounds.

The two armored soldiers also simply waved their hands and threw the man with the patterned face into the blood pool.

The man with the patterned face had obviously been here before. As soon as he entered the blood pool, he immediately circulated his Qi and blood to recover from his injuries, and his pale face quickly recovered a lot.

Although the two wounds on his waist had not healed, the skin and flesh had already connected together.

Seeing this, Han Li once again had a new understanding of the blood pool's ability to recover.

The man with the patterned face sensed Han Li's gaze and looked over, showing a hint of surprise on his face.

"Hehe, are you Li Feiyu? Nice to meet you." The man said with a smile.

"You are?" Han Li looked at this person and vaguely felt that he looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had met him for a while.

"I am Chen Lin, also from the Ninth District. When Fellow Daoist Li had a conflict with Scarface, I happened to be there. I happened to see Fellow Daoist Li's battle with that Tiger Scale Beast while waiting, and I didn't expect Fellow Daoist Li to be able to kill even a Xuan-level Tiger Scale Beast. There aren't many people in our Ninth District who can do that. I admire you." Chen Lin said sincerely.

"Just luck, Fellow Daoist Chen is too kind." Han Li habitually said modestly.

Chen Lin seemed to intend to befriend Han Li.

After entering the Xuan Fight Arena, Han Li had been busy cultivating, and the other Xuan Fighters in the Ninth District had a rather strange attitude towards him, as if they were avoiding him. This was the first time someone was willing to talk to him.

He had some things he wanted to ask someone about, so he chatted with Chen Lin and soon talked about the previous conflict with Scarface.

Chen Lin also told Han Li that Scarface had complained to Boss Poison Dragon and that Boss Poison Dragon wanted to cause trouble for Han Li but was delayed because of the competition.

Hearing this, Han Li understood why the Xuan Fighters in the Ninth District treated him that way.

"Fellow Daoist Li, although your strength is not weak and you are ruthless enough, you must be careful of Scarface's revenge. This person is extremely narrow-minded and will hold grudges, and he has a good relationship with Poison Dragon. In order to maintain his prestige in the Ninth District, Poison Dragon will definitely not let it go. You must be very careful." Chen Lin warned in a low voice.

"Thank you for the reminder, Fellow Daoist Chen. What is the strength of that Poison Dragon?" Han Li asked after a moment of contemplation.

"As far as I know, Poison Dragon has currently opened seventy Xuan Apertures. Among the leaders of the Ten Districts, he can be considered mid-to-upper level. To be frank, with your current situation, you are far from being Boss Poison Dragon's opponent. As the saying goes, a wise man doesn't fight when the odds are against him. You are new here, and it's not shameful to be submissive." Chen Lin said hesitantly.

Hearing this, Han Li frowned and nodded without commenting.

"However, you don't have to worry in the short term. Boss Poison Dragon suffered a mutual loss with a top Xuan-level Scale Beast in the Xuan Fight not long ago. He won't be able to recover without two or three months of recuperation, so he won't be looking for trouble for you for the time being." Chen Lin said again.

"It seems my luck isn't too bad." Hearing this, Han Li said with a wry smile.

"According to the rules of the Xuan Fight Arena, we Xuan Fighters have to participate in at least one Xuan Fight every month. Fellow Daoist Li, you just finished a match, so you can have a month of rest. You should take the opportunity to improve your strength." Chen Lin suggested.

"Oh, there is such a rule. I heard about it for the first time." Han Li's eyebrows twitched, and he said.

"Unless we Xuan Fighters suffer too serious injuries in the competition, which are assessed by the Xuan Fight Arena and we are unable to participate, we can delay it for a while. Boss Poison Dragon's injury and retreat is like this." Chen Lin shook his head and continued to say to himself.

Han Li nodded slowly, and then asked about some things about the Xuan Fight Arena. Chen Lin did not refuse and explained everything to Han Li.

"Time's up." Half an hour later, the two armored soldiers who brought Han Li in walked over and said.

Hearing this, Han Li stood up and walked out of the blood pool, cupping his hands towards Chen Lin and saying, "Fellow Daoist Chen, thank you for today."

"It's just some information that everyone knows, Fellow Daoist Li is too kind." Chen Lin also clasped his fist in return.

Han Li nodded to Chen Lin again, then turned and left the stone room.

While chatting with Chen Lin, he had not relaxed his healing. At this moment, his injuries had recovered for the most part, and his actions were no longer hindered. He quickly returned to the exchange hall above.

Han Li took off his badge, quickly walked to the exchange stone table, exchanged the twenty-one Xuan Points in his badge for seven Tarot Beast Cores, and immediately headed towards the Ninth District.

Having learned about Poison Dragon's strength, he didn't want to waste any time. He quickly returned to the Ninth District.

"Fellow Daoist Li, I heard that you killed a Xuan-level Tiger Scale Beast. It's really admirable."

"Fellow Daoist Li looks young, but you already have such strength, which makes us ashamed."

As soon as he stepped into the Ninth District, several people immediately greeted him enthusiastically. The others who didn't speak also showed smiles on their faces, which was completely different from their previous cold attitude.

"You are all too polite." Although Han Li disdained these Xuan Fighters' opportunism, he didn't want to offend them for no reason, so he perfunctorily said a few words.

At this moment, a gloomy gaze came over, like the surveillance of a poisonous snake.

Han Li sensed it and turned his head to look, and it was Scarface.

Seeing Han Li's gaze, a hint of fear and deep-seated resentment flashed in Scarface's eyes.

But then, this person got up and went into his residence, as if he was afraid that Han Li would cause him trouble.

Han Li recalled what Chen Lin had said, frowned slightly, and walked towards his residence without saying a word.