Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

The malevolent qi roiled like a boiling sea of ink, surging wildly, so viscous it was almost suffocating.

Inside the third level of Blackwater Abyss Prison, disturbances began to emanate from the cells.

Those imprisoned here were all once notorious figures, extremely sensitive to changes in energy.

"What's happening? Why is the malevolent qi suddenly so violent?"

"It's from below... that old monster on the fifth level!"

"Haha, good! The more chaos, the better! Only in chaos is there opportunity!"

"That old bald donkey Qiku's aura seems much weaker. Is this a heaven-sent opportunity?"

Various discussions could be heard faintly behind the heavy stone cells, adding even more disorder to the already oppressive environment.

Chen Qing stood at the center of this storm.