A slash carrying a scorching aura flashed past. As if time had frozen, the pirates' laughter, curses, and shouts all solidified on their faces.
After a while, a biting cold wind swept through, scattering the heat and the group of pirates along with it.
Their bodies were like shattered rocks weathered for centuries. With a light gust, they vanished into this silver world.
"What terrifying swordsmanship. It makes one tremble, makes one fear!" Naozu inhaled deeply and praised him.
"I didn't get many keys. From here on, it's up to you." King casually tossed a string of keys into Naozu's arms. "Remember, I've never been to Extreme Cold Hell."
"Of course. How could the Jailer Chief have come to Extreme Cold Hell to suffer? He is a blazing flame, after all." Naozu caught the keys, his heart surging with excitement as he strode toward the depths of the snowfield. "Therefore, I will be the one to free all the pirates—the king of Extreme Cold Hell, Naozu!"
Watching Naozu disappear into the distance, King muttered, "Running that fast. Are you worried I'll kill you?"
"But that makes sense. People who know too much never live long. Once the riots in the first three levels subside, and the chaos in Extreme Cold Hell begins, you'll have no value left!"
"Before that happens, I'd better return upstairs!"
King's footsteps were steady and forceful. They looked slow, but in reality, he soon reached the entrance.
The door leading to Scorching Hell opened. After walking only a few steps, King discovered the four people standing not far away—Longinus, Alvis, Magellan, and Shiryu.
Alvis asked with a complicated expression, "King, tell me why."
Magellan was much more agitated. "King, you bastard! What did you do in Extreme Cold Hell?"
King's cold gaze swept over the four