In that instant, the entire Hell Slaughter Arena fell silent. Everyone present suddenly felt an immense pressure descend from above, making it hard to breathe.
As a crimson pillar of light wreathed in killing intent descended, the feeling became even more pronounced.
Within the crimson pillar of light, a figure flickered in and out of view. Zhao Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly. Was this the King of Slaughter?
Although he had infiltrated the King of Slaughter's palace and sensed his aura before, he had never seen the King of Slaughter's appearance. He had no idea what the ruler of the City of Slaughter truly looked like.
The same was true for everyone present. Thus, when the King of Slaughter's figure appeared, the stands erupted. Countless people widened their eyes, eager to witness the King of Slaughter's majesty, shouting with flushed faces and bulging necks, "King of Slaughter! King of Slaughter! King of Slaughter!"
The crimson pillar gradually dimmed, fully revealing the figure within to everyone.
He was an old man with a head full of silver hair. His expression was calm, yet no one dared underestimate him—not even those murderous fiends who had killed countless people.
He wore a blood-red robe and a high-collared cloak. He stood suspended in the air, his dark red cape fluttering without wind like a vast river of blood.
Suddenly, the King of Slaughter looked down. His eyes flashed like lightning, gripping people's souls. It was as though someone had pressed pause on the noisy arena, and silence fell in an instant.
His gaze swept across the arena, lingering briefly on Tang San and Hu Liena before finally settling on Zhao Xuan, who still stood on the platform.
His gaze was deep and meaningful.
At that moment, Zhao Xuan's heart suddenly clenched. It felt as