At this moment, inside the King of Slaughter's palace in Thunder City.
The Slaughter Emissary approached with a tray. On it sat a glass of red wine—or rather, blood mixed with a small amount of alcohol. The King of Slaughter had spent so long in the City of Slaughter, drinking Yellow Springs Dew every day. Now that the City of Slaughter was gone, its Yellow Springs Dew could no longer be made. Yet he could no longer part with the taste of blood.
It was not just the King of Slaughter. Most of the Evil Soul Masters who had emerged from the City of Slaughter shared this problem. They had long grown accustomed to the scent of blood and had even become enamored with that scarlet flavor.
Even without Yellow Springs Dew, they still loved the taste of blood.
The Slaughter Emissary handed the red wine to the King of Slaughter, then leaned close with one hand resting on his knee, her voice seductive. "Great King of Slaughter, the Soul Masters and armies of Blazing Fire City, Godwind City, and Skywater City have broken through the city gates. Furthermore, Spirit Hall seems to have dispatched Titled Douluo as well."
"Hmph, they finally came?" The King of Slaughter snorted coldly, his tone contemptuous. "Since they are here, have Fallen Angel and the others lead men to welcome them! If they are willing to join our New City of Slaughter, then in the name of the King of Slaughter, I can guarantee their safety. If they refuse, let them become a new batch of Blood Slaves!"
Thunder City had a population of one million. When the King of Slaughter took control of Thunder City, he recruited those who were useful to him. As for those who refused to obey, they all became