I Think Haoling Heaven Is Quite Nice

When Liu Hong was rescued from the Rakshasa Race's dungeon by the Human Emperor Army, his whole body was numb.

Numb in the literal physical sense.

Because once the Rakshasa Race discovered that Liu Hong's cultivation was only at the Enlightenment Realm, their attitude changed at once.

They tortured him with all kinds of methods, insisting that he reveal his relationship with Liu Hong, the victor of the Life-and-Death Arena.

Heaven alone knew how wronged he was. Ever since Old Beggar had brought Liu Hong out of Great Wei, he had been locked up and made to cultivate.

He had never come into contact with the outside world at all.

As for the so-called Life-and-Death Arena the Rakshasa Race kept mentioning, he had never even heard of it.

"Are you all right...?"

Outside the dungeon, Old Beggar hurried over, deeply concerned, and helped Liu Hong to his feet.

Liu Hong's lips trembled as he muttered, "Why do I still have to take the blame after coming to the Chaos Sea...?"

Shen Lin, who had watched the entire scene from a distance, awkwardly rubbed his nose.

Forget it. I'll give him some extra benefits later.

He turned and left, making his way into the Rakshasa Race's main council hall.

The hall was already packed with people.

There were senior members of the Human Emperor Army, as well as the leaders of Great Wei.

When he entered, Zhan Wuji nodded and carried the Human Emperor's head toward the throne at the highest point.

But just as he was about to place the Human Emperor's head there, the Human Emperor suddenly said, "Wait!"

"Let him sit there!"

He indicated Shen Lin with his eyes.

Zhan Wuji froze and couldn't help saying, "But, Your Majesty, you are the emperor of all humanity. This seat..."