After the fortress sentenced martial artists, it threw them into hell and left them to fend for themselves.
So aside from the cramped space and the eternal absence of light, this place was actually no different from the outside world.
It was even crueler.
Because if prisoners who entered wanted status and the respect of their cellmates, they had to possess formidable strength. The weak could only be grandsons!
At this moment.
Jun Changxiao and Shang Youhen had just been locked inside when they were surrounded by the other prisoners.
The Nine-Layered Hell had nine layers. Every layer operated as its own system, and every layer had its own welcoming ceremony. No newcomer could avoid the custom.
Jun Changxiao glanced at the prisoners gradually closing in and smiled. "So, do you think I'm the boss or the grandson?"
"Boss or grandson..."
The eyepatch-wearing man rubbed his nose. "We'll only know after we welcome you."
"Brothers!"
"Give these two a proper welcome!"
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh, whoosh!"
In an instant, the Cultivation of several thousand prisoners erupted, and they pounced like a horde of burly brothers.
Slap!
The lights on all four sides went out.
The First Layer of Hell sank into darkness once more, and that sinister aura surged again.
Boom!
Boom!
Spiritual Energy and Martial Techniques flashed, bringing brief bursts of light instead.
About ten minutes later, not a single sound or movement remained in the prison. That sinister aura became all the more hair-raising.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a wisp of fire appeared.
Jun Changxiao's face emerged in the glow. He lit the cigar clenched between his lips, then raised his head and blew out a ring of smoke.
The black robe over his head had fallen off, and beneath the flickering flames, his entire bald head gleamed brightly.
Slap!
At that