Although the King of Slaughter's palace could be seen at any time within the City of Slaughter, Zhao Xuan had never once set foot inside it.
Not only him—no one in the City of Slaughter had ever entered it. Many people had entered the City of Slaughter and died there without ever seeing the mysterious King of Slaughter even once.
But everyone knew that the King of Slaughter lived here, looking down upon them.
The King of Slaughter's palace was built against a mountain, yet this hill was separated from the City of Slaughter. A hundred-foot-wide abyss lay between them, its depths pitch-black, beyond the reach of the dim purple moonlight.
"So cold."
Zhao Xuan stood at the edge of the abyss and looked down. Gusts of chilling wind from the deepest reaches underground made his entire body tremble.
He then raised his head toward the King of Slaughter's palace before glancing at the sole iron chain bridge linking the City of Slaughter to the palace.
On the far side of the chain bridge, more than a hundred black-clad knights stood silently, like a group of lifeless statues. They held spears gleaming with cold light and did not move in the slightest.
Yet Zhao Xuan could sense their heartbeats and hear their breathing. They were undoubtedly living humans!
These black-clad knights were not weak. All of them were Soul Kings, while the five knights standing at the front had the cultivation of Soul Saints. Even in Spirit Hall, such people would have formed an extremely formidable force, yet here, they could only serve as gatekeepers.
Zhao Xuan even wondered whether the three outside factions guarding this place were watching over those vicious criminals—or the King of Slaughter himself.
However...
Although these black-clad knights were extraordinary, they were not what Zhao