After Xia Ya gradually emerged from the shadows, the arena, which had been bustling with noise, slowly fell silent.
The combination of seductive wickedness and wild arrogance in his bearing made people wonder whether he had been replaced by someone else.
"He was clearly supposed to awaken a brave, lion-like bearing..."
If one had to describe the first impression Xia Ya gave as he appeared here—
he could only be described as the captain of the Demon King Army's special assassination unit reconnaissance squad, corrupted and fallen into darkness.
The bloodstained dark double-layered leather armor clung tightly to his body on the inside, while its outer layer was loose and wide, with robe-like sleeves. A scarf-like collar covered his mouth and chin.
His left hand gripped the transparent umbrella resting on his shoulder, while several Willow Leaf Blades appeared from the long sleeve on his right arm, dropping between his fingers.
For a time, the only sound above the arena was that of people swallowing. It was as if some kind of fear had been awakened within them. Xia Ya seemed to possess something that even the demons in the images that had caused panic in the north did not have.
"Xia Ya!"
Viscount Levin Kinston braced himself against the armrest and stood. Through his slightly unsteady vision, the entire arena seemed to have had its colors inverted, becoming utterly silent, with only faint murmurs hinting that time was still moving.
But.
That deep-red figure seemed not to hear the call, or perhaps he had heard it but could not turn back. It was also possible that his heart had long since become as firm as dark iron, and he simply continued walking forward.
Viscount Levin Kinston could only stare blankly at Xia Ya's unfamiliar back as it moved farther