Abyssal Gladiatorial Arena.
This is a land of Wrath, where powerful forces lurking in the shadows are now stirring. In the past, the power of those in Authority Holder was suppressed, and now most of those in Authority Holder are dead.
They were all observing whether these surviving Authority Holder would vie for the vacant territories.
Ah!!
Two burly men are engaged in a bloody fight inside an octagonal cage.
Both of them were experts in cultivating their physical bodies.
The ground, walls, and cages were all smashed beyond recognition, and the roars echoed like those of demons.
Excited shouts echoed from the surrounding stands.
Ordinary people don't care about power struggles; whoever gains power doesn't change anything for them.
The battle before them now sent their adrenaline soaring, filling their minds with excitement and agitation.
Inside the red room high up.
From here, one can overlook the entire area; seven thrones stand coldly erect in this room.
Each throne corresponds to the power and status that each Authority Holder once held.
Wrath, he sat atop the blood-red throne, his crimson eyes fixed on the battle below like those of a ferocious beast.
The murderous aura that erupted last night has not yet dissipated, and the atmosphere is becoming increasingly terrifying.
Several maids stood around with their heads bowed, their legs trembling; their mere presence terrified them.
His eyes narrowed slightly in Wrath, the pain in his body making him more alert, and he murmured...
"So many people have died?"
In the end, I was the one who survived.
He glanced around at the empty throne and knew that a new generation of Authority Holder was about to take power.
This War of Kings continues to rage beneath the surface.
Wrath, knowing someone was coming to cause trouble.
Once other Authority Holder in power die, the only way to prove Authority Holder's ability to take the position is through the recognition of that power and influence by the surviving Authority Holder.
Only then are they qualified to ascend these vacant thrones.
Until nightfall.
The City of Sin about to experience its second climax.
In the tavern.
The group sat on the sofa. Su Xian frowned, took a sip of her drink, and said, "So, Uncle Mu, you want us to compete for those vacant thrones?"
Uncle Mu nodded and said, "That's right, the second round of the War of Kings should take place tonight at the Wrath Palace."
"But this time it's not a war for us surviving Authority Holder, it's a war for the new generation."
"Those with strength can sit on the throne and wield power."
"The Mu Hen has the right to succeed me as Sloth Authority Holder, without any choice. But you are different; if you want to leave, you must obtain the authority of Authority Holder."
Su Zhe asked with some confusion, "Hmm? Why was it so easy for Mu Hen to bring us in?"
Is it really that hard to go out?
Mu Hen smiled wryly, "How would I know about these things? I was released because of my awakening, and after that I went to Canglan to cultivate. The cave I came in into was one that I dug by chance."
Uncle Mu chuckled and said, "You're lucky. Normally, to enter the City of Sin, you have to go through procedures. Whether you're guilty or not determines whether you can stay in the City of Sin."
"The Heavenly Eye System was probably shut down last night because the War of Kings began, so you weren't discovered and are still unregistered."
Mu Hen an awkward smile, naturally understanding what he meant.
It's easy to get in, but hard to get out.
But they haven't done anything wrong, so why can't they all give it away?
Uncle Mu seemed to have anticipated their thoughts. After taking a sip of red wine to moisten his throat, he began to explain, "Prisons have always been for imprisoning criminals. If you come in without identification, you'll be considered a criminal."
"The only way to get out is through connections and ability."
Whether you are guilty or not depends on the judgment of the Heavenly Eye System.
Su Zhe was furious, and there was a hint of anger in his words.
"Isn't this too unfair? What if he's really a good person? Does he have to be sentenced to stay here for life and just wait to die?"
Uncle Mu sighed and said, "Don't you understand the border?"
"People die for wealth, birds die for food; who among those who come here doesn't bear some sin?"
"How many good people are there?"
Even if they are good people, they might be able to save one or two, but they're already at the border. Are we supposed to send them back? Where can they go back to?
Su Zhe was stunned; it was true.
Although the City of Sin a prison, it still has the rules of a normal city, only much harsher.
But sending a defenseless person on a journey inland alone is practically suicide, isn't it?
Let's put aside the current external environment.
Even in the past, this Sinful Pass was the furthest pass from the inner route, and the journey alone could exhaust many people.
The strong may survive, but what about the weak?
In an instant, the scales of humanity were placed before them.
Although the system in City of Sin is terrible, most of it is still for the benefit of people.
After a long silence, Su Xian spoke up, "So, in other words, if we want to get out, we have to fight for the vacant throne, and Li Chen is only fighting for the throne in order to get out?"
In the dim light, Uncle Mu's cunning expression flashed by, but no one noticed.
"That's right, he's working hard to get out."
Su Xian nodded, stood up, and bowed in thanks.
Then he walked out of the tavern.
It goes without saying that he was going to participate in the War of Kings and embark on the path to vie for the throne.
They naturally knew that the City of Sin was ruled by powerful figures.
Venturing into Sinful City was the most unwise choice; this was the only path left.
The sky was overcast, and the snowflakes, like goose feathers, were still falling little by little.
Su Xian, dressed in a long black robe, had a small magic circle appearing around her eyes. She gazed into the distance and murmured, "Li Chen, what exactly are you Meaning?"
"Why has the future become like this?"
I don't want to be your enemy.
He understood everything. From Uncle Mu's words, he sensed that something was amiss, or perhaps he was being hinted at.
Mu Hen didn't understand because Uncle Mu didn't want to get involved in the war, Su Zhe didn't understand simply because he didn't yet grasp the meaning.
But he understood that Li Chen might have truly changed.
This time... perhaps we really will become enemies...
The heavens rise from the darkness, the earth is vast and boundless.
A fierce wind howled, and the larch trees rustled.
A man dressed in a blood-red robe stood in the middle of the lake, holding a red Demon Blade, motionless for a long time.
Until the fallen leaves flew into the water, creating ripples.
Everything around them froze.
With a "hum", a sword's cry rang out.
Suddenly, a monstrous wave surged across the entire lake, cleaving the fallen leaves in two. Even more terrifying was the fact that the water surface appeared to be split in two, remaining unhealed for a long time.
The man opened his eyes, his expression calm, and he murmured, "Not enough... not enough... still not enough."
"How can such strength allow me to break free from Fate?"
I will not stop following in your footsteps, nor will I stop pursuing my own choices.
"A desperate gamble; if it doesn't take off, it's death."