Han Yu pointed at Zhu Zhuqing, who was walking through the passage. "She is my disciple. I only hope that she receives fair treatment here. If I find out that you've been targeting her in secret, hehe..."
His expression turned incomparably cold, and the milky-white flames in his hand brightened several degrees.
The next second, the Fallen One prostrating himself at the Slaughter King's feet was burned into nothingness before he could even let out a scream.
"I trust the Slaughter King is a smart man. If I were to release these flames freely, what do you think this place would look like? I don't think I need to spell it out."
After all, the Slaughter King's current body had come from Parasitism. If he had even a tenth of Tang Chen's courage, Han Yu would not have been speaking to him so politely here.
Simply put, the fellow clung dearly to his life.
"What if she is too weak and dies in the arena herself?" the Slaughter King asked in a deep voice.
The rules here were not something he could alter at will.
Slaughter City was where the Asura God chose his successor. He was also the one who had established its rules.
At most, the Slaughter King was merely a steward. He did not dare forcibly change the rules.
"Then it will have nothing to do with the Slaughter King," Han Yu said blandly.
Hearing that, the Slaughter King breathed a sigh of relief. "I can handle what Your Excellency requested. In Slaughter City, there is nothing but life and death, fairness and slaughter! If Your Excellency has no other business, I shall see you out."
There was no helping it. If Han Yu had to win a hundred matches before leaving, Slaughter City might no longer