Xing Luo and Carl were enjoying treatment fit for an emperor!
Meanwhile, in the warden's office at the Netherworld Death Prison, Jiu Lan was giving her report!
A hulking member of the Netherworld Race sat in the office chair!
He crossed one leg over the other and smoked a cigar!
His muscles bulged as if they were about to burst, and he was as imposing as an iron tower!
His knuckles were covered in calluses. Just sitting there, he seemed to distort the very space around him!
Though not a trace of energy emanated from his body, at a glance, he seemed like the entire Styx, pressing down on everyone with an overwhelming weight!
A vicious scar stretched from his left eye to the corner of his mouth. Even his left ear was gone!
He was none other than the warden of the Netherworld Death Prison, the leader of the Netherworld Race, a Star-Devouring Class big shot—Youming!
(￢ι_≠?) "You've brought them in? Went pretty smoothly?"
Jiu Lan nodded. "There wasn't much trouble. Just a few troublemakers. They're locked up in the Nightmare Class Solitary Confinement Room now!"
Youming's fingers tapped on the desk as smoke swirled around him. He gave a sinister grin and ran his massive hand over the vicious scar on his left eye!
The scar gave a faint throb!
"Heh~ Humans, huh? They've caused another Thousand Star Great Tribulation? Who'd have thought the Myriad Races of the Starry Sky would be the ones taking a hit for once! Tsk, tsk, tsk!"
"Back then, that fellow surnamed Jiang didn't cause this much trouble. Humans are something else!"
Just the mention of it brought a sour look to Youming's face!
He remembered humans all too well. The scar over his left eye was left by that fellow surnamed Jiang!