Hell.
One of the supreme planes.
Here, there were no laws—only the naked law of the jungle.
Purple Thorn Continent.
Qingshan Manor.
At a certain Infernal Realm teleportation array.
"Ah!"
"Presumptuous!"
"I am a Saint Domain expert personally appointed by His Majesty the Emperor!"
"How dare you treat me like this?!"
A furious roar tore through the air.
In one corner of the massive teleportation array.
An old man clad in golden robes was sprawled on the ground like a cockroach pinned to a chopping board.
He desperately tried to struggle, the veins on his neck bulging like earthworms.
But a demon in black armor had one huge foot planted on his back, ruthlessly grinding the old man's proud body into the dirt.
"His Majesty the Emperor?"
"What kind of bullshit is that?"
The demon stepping on the old man was nearly three meters tall, with six spiral horns growing from his head.
He was also dark-skinned, but his vertical pupils shone with a strange dark green light.
It was a glint forged from the countless souls he had slaughtered.
The demon toyed with a black iron whip in his hand, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
"Old fool, listen up."
"On a material plane, you might be an emperor of some empire."
"But here—"
Crack!
The iron whip lashed out, shattering the air.
The old man's back instantly split open, flesh and blood bursting as the iron whip exploded against him.
Fresh blood had barely flowed out before it was vaporized by the violent energy surrounding them.
"Ah!"
His scream was far weaker than before.
This was Hell.
On the material planes, Saint Domain experts could soar through the skies and live forever.
But under Hell's terrifying gravity, he could not even stand.
"Here."
"Even