The King of Slaughter Was Pretty Damn Pissed

For a moment, the King of Slaughter was somewhat puzzled. Since Rota was interested in neither of those choices, what exactly had brought him to the City of Slaughter?

With his hands in his pockets, Rota calmly looked at the King of Slaughter and said, "I didn't come to the City of Slaughter for some Divine Slaughter's Domain. I'm not interested in that sort of thing."

"Oh? You're not even interested in Divine Slaughter's Domain? Then what did you come to the City of Slaughter for?" The King of Slaughter looked at Rota curiously.

Rota raised a finger and pointed at the sky. "This is Asura God's territory, right?"

The King of Slaughter's playful expression vanished as he answered solemnly, "That's right. The City of Slaughter is Asura God's territory. Did you come for the divine position?"

"No. I'm not interested in a divine position either. I came here only because I want to discuss something with Asura God."

The King of Slaughter suddenly burst into manic laughter. "You came to the City of Slaughter for that reason? How ridiculous. Do you think you can meet a great god whenever you please?"

The King of Slaughter was gradually losing patience with Rota. This human had challenged the limits of his tolerance again and again.

At this point, Rota no longer intended to bother with courtesy before force. He planned to go straight to force.

Looking at the furious King of Slaughter, Rota smiled faintly before saying in a stern tone, "Listen carefully, King of Slaughter. You're nothing more than a loser. Put away that arrogant attitude in front of me. Tell me how to meet Asura God."

Rota's words successfully enraged the King of Slaughter. A mere human actually dared to speak so rudely before him.

"You dare threaten me?