Many children, many blessings: Stealing the offspring of powerful figures to cultivate immortality.

Instead of retreating, Jiang Yining advanced, relying on the extreme reaction speed granted by the Myriad Spirit Divine Tree, and rolled to the right at a tricky angle.

The bone blade she held, crafted from the leg bone of a strange beast, traced a cold arc and sliced ​​straight into the side of the blood tiger's neck, which was covered in hard scales.

A sharp sound of bone rubbing against flesh rang out as the bone blade chipped a small notch in the scales, leaving only a faint white mark.

Jiang Yining was exposed to the sweeping range of the Blood Tiger's tail, which was as sharp as a steel whip.

A violent claw strike, carrying a foul stench, grazed her left shoulder, instantly tearing through her snow wolf skin armor. Three deep, bone-revealing gashes appeared on her fair and delicate skin, and the warm blood stained half of her clothes in the blink of an eye.

She secretly gathered all the power of the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree at her fingertips, preparing to destroy the beast's heart meridian in the next confrontation.

"She's bleeding! Hahaha, this woman is about to become this beast's meal!"

Tuba was so excited that he danced around and shouted loudly to mock the incompetence of Manshicheng.

The gamblers in the audience cheered bloodthirstyly, enjoying the cruel spectacle of a beautiful woman being torn apart.

When Fan Chenxin saw the glaring bright red blood gushing from Jiang Yining's shoulder, his reason crumbled.

His once clear and cold eyes were instantly covered by a violent crimson.

"You all deserve to die."

Fan Chenxin let out a howl like a lone wolf crying blood, the sound piercing through the clamor of tens of thousands of people, carrying a destructive aura that sent chills down one's spine.

An unprecedented dark golden light erupted from his broken body. It was the result of his forceful reversal of all the Buddha bone essence within him, frantically transforming it into the most domineering Vajra blood energy in the Martial Spirit Realm.

This force was so powerful that it caused the surrounding space to visibly distort. With each step he took forward, the bluestone slab beneath his feet cracked and turned to dust.

Fan Chenxin completely ignored the defensive array attached to the cage, her hands gripping the ten-inch-thick steel bars like two iron clamps.

Dark golden blood energy, like boiling magma, poured into the refined steel through his arm. Accompanied by a chilling metallic twisting sound, the refined steel fence, which was strong enough to withstand the full force of a third-tier beast, was actually torn open by him with a huge gap.

He was like a demon god who had crawled out of hell, carrying a terrifying aura as he charged straight into the blood-soaked cage.

Sensing this deadly threat, the Amethyst Blood Tiger abandoned its pursuit of Jiang Yining and instead fixed its eyes, burning with ghostly fire, on Fan Chenxin, who had intruded into its territory.

The enormous creature stomped heavily on its hind legs and lunged at Fan Chenxin with its gaping maw wide open.

Fan Chenxin made no attempt to dodge; he charged forward toward the giant, venom-dripping maw, his hands flashing out like lightning.

His left hand gripped the upper jaw of the Amethyst Blood Tiger tightly, while his right hand, like an iron hook, gripped the most vulnerable bone crevice in its lower jaw. Blood and qi circulated wildly through his arms.

"Dare to hurt her, and I'll skin you alive!"

Fan Chenxin roared, and the muscles on his arms bulged like gnarled old tree roots. He actually withstood the bite force of the peak third-tier ferocious beast, which weighed hundreds of thousands of pounds, and tore the blood-red maw open to both sides.

The Amethyst Blood Tiger let out a terrified howl; its pride and joy were utterly powerless against this crazed human.

The dull thud of flesh and bone being torn apart echoed throughout the arena, and scalding beast blood shot into the sky like a fountain, turning into a bloody storm that rained down from the heavens.

That arrogant amethyst blood tiger was actually torn in two by Fan Chenxin's bare hands, right from its mouth, and its steaming internal organs splattered all over the ground.

The entire open-air arena fell into a deathly silence; tens of thousands of spectators stood with their mouths agape, unable to utter a sound.

The smile on Tuba's face vanished completely, his burly body trembled uncontrollably, and his palms, gripping the giant axe, were soaked with cold sweat.

Fan Chenxin casually tossed the two broken tiger carcasses onto the sand, not even glancing at the terrified audience.

He turned around and strode up to Jiang Yining, ignoring the pungent smell of blood and filth on her body. He opened his strong arms, which were covered in animal blood, and forcefully pulled her into his burning embrace.

His chest heaved violently, his warm breath spraying onto Jiang Yining's neck, and his calloused hands trembling as he touched her injured shoulder.

Jiang Yining was choked by him and couldn't breathe, but miraculously she didn't push him away. Instead, she rested her chin on his shoulder, and a rare softness flashed in her purple-gold eyes.

"You're a madman. Who let you barge in? I could have taken care of that beast with the next blow. You're giving away your trump card."

Although she complained, her fingers involuntarily gripped the robe on his back, which was stretched taut by his muscles, as if it were about to burst, letting his aggressive aura completely envelop her.

Fan Chenxin buried his head deeply in her neck, like a wolf licking its mate's wounds. Blood and qi flowed continuously into her body through the point where their skin met, forcibly sealing the bleeding wounds.

"What do trump cards matter? What do rules matter? Everything in this world combined is less important than a single drop of your blood."

He slowly raised his head, his eyes, now clear but still filled with savage killing intent, swept over the silent crowd in the stands, finally locking onto Tuba's bloodless face.

He held the breathtakingly beautiful woman in his arms, his husky voice carrying an absolute sense of oppression that sent shivers down the spines of the entire Savage Stone City.

"Anyone who dares to harm a single hair on her head will never leave alive!"