Anyone who comes to the city of slaughter, struggling daily on the brink of death, will inevitably become corrupted—especially men. Under such immense pressure, everyone needs a way to relieve their stress. Yet Tang San did not. After each battle, he would always retreat to a small hut to cultivate. Whenever he emerged from the hut, his destination was only the infernal killing fields.
It was unknown how many enchanting women wanted to throw themselves at the Asura King, but what greeted them was nothing but Tang San's icy murderous aura.
As early as when Tang San had achieved twenty victories, Hulena was certain that this man shared the same goal as she had when coming here: self-improvement.
