Day after day, time turned like a carousel forever spinning in the same circle.
The Hell Slaughter Arena was like a tireless meat grinder. People died there every day, yet it was packed to capacity every day.
The three outside factions continuously supplied the City of Slaughter with fresh blood. To those who had committed unforgivable crimes in the outside world, the City of Slaughter was not frightening in their eyes. Instead, it was rather "lovely."
There were no worldly rules here, no restraints of morality or etiquette. To them, the evil in human nature could be displayed to the fullest here. This place was no different from paradise.
But...
Even in paradise, where light could not reach remained dark. And for those living in "paradise," they still feared "darkness."
They... still feared death. No matter how heinous their crimes or how deranged they were, they still kept their distance from the death of eternal darkness.
Yet over the past year, three people had haunted them like nightmares, forcing them to hasten their steps toward darkness, toward death.
Outside the Hell Slaughter Arena.
Zhao Xuan left the Hell Slaughter Arena through a passageway. Dense killing intent clung to him, and when the criminals wandering the streets saw him, their expressions changed. They vanished from before him in an instant.
Tang San emerged from the main entrance and walked toward Zhao Xuan, asking curiously.
"Didn't you say you wouldn't make a move recently? We nearly ran into each other."
"Couldn't help it. I was in a bad mood."
Zhao Xuan sighed, then pointed at a teahouse at the end of the street. "Let's sit down for a while."
"Alright."
The two sat down in the teahouse. A waiter dressed in black brought over several plates of pastries and tea.
These were