Rarely Taking the Initiative

The Terror Knight felt the powerful pressure radiating from Tang Hao and couldn't help but tense slightly. He bowed respectfully and replied, "I ask that you withdraw your Divine Slaughter's Domain as a sign of respect for our King."

Tang Hao narrowed his eyes slightly. After a moment's thought, he withdrew his Divine Slaughter's Domain.

"Please follow us."

The Terror Knight turned and headed toward the mysterious passageway.

Tang Hao followed silently behind him. The other Terror Knights surrounded Tang Hao, their expressions wary and solemn.

As the last Terror Knight entered the passageway,

the Slaughter Tavern did not return to its usual calm. Instead, it grew noisy with murmured discussion.

Tang Hao entered the passageway.

It was long and dark, but not very broad—in fact, it was quite narrow.

There was no light at all.

After a while, the Terror Knight stopped before a featureless stretch of wall and knocked hard twice.

Thump! Thump!

Before the sound had faded,

a doorway opened in the wall.

The blood-red light spilling from within stood in stark contrast to the darkness of the passageway.

The Terror Knight raised a hand.

"Please. The King's attendants will receive you in his bedchamber."

"Mm."

Tang Hao nodded slightly and strode inside, perfectly composed. He was about to see his grandfather again after so many years, and couldn't help feeling a little excited.

The moment he crossed the threshold,

a cold female voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

"Respected God of Slaughter, our great King of Slaughter is waiting for you inside."

Tang Hao turned to look.

A voluptuous woman slowly emerged from around the corner, swaying as she walked. Her face was as pale as paper, without a hint of color. Her narrow eyes glimmered with a ghostly green light.

Dark red lipstick covered her