Second-floor hall of the Red Rose Brothel.
At this moment, corpses lay everywhere, and foul-smelling blood had stained the luxurious carpets and walls red.
"Phew... phew..."
His body and face were splattered with blood. Xian gripped the Blood Sword and stared at the headless corpse kneeling before him as he gasped for air.
Only after splitting the head of the brothel's owner—the chief culprit behind countless crimes—cleanly in two did the boundless fury that had risen in Xian's heart upon witnessing that earlier scene finally begin to fade.
"Urgh..."
Looking at the white and red mess on the ground and smelling the heavy stench of corpses, Xian, who had killed someone with his own hands for the first time, could not help retching.
Berg hurriedly patted his back.
Whoosh! At that moment, the prostitutes behind him, who had been staring blankly at the emerald-green words above his head and questioning their lives, finally came to their senses and fell to both knees in unison.
Their bodies were bowed so low that their heads nearly touched the floor.
"Gods above, noble and merciful Your Highness, please forgive us for the offense of disrespecting you before we knew your identity."
The older prostitute at the front spoke tremblingly. Her name was Wuli, and she was the one who had led Xian to the washroom earlier and personally witnessed him emerge from the burning sea of flowers.
They were nothing more than the filthiest rats in the gutter. Who could have imagined they would one day speak with a True Dragon high above them?
And earlier, when this prince had questioned them, they had failed to answer at once. They had even addressed Luca as "my lord." Such grave disrespect was more than enough to earn them death! "No matter. Rise. I pardon