"Sword Demon, what are you doing?"
The King of Slaughter roared, unleashing the aura of a Title Douluo. In the time it took the Black-veiled Girl to receive the news, notify him, and for him to pull up his pants and rush over, the death toll in the City of Slaughter had nearly reached ten thousand. These ten thousand were all citizens of the City of Slaughter—his subjects. The City of Slaughter's strength had been wiped out by Qian Renhan just like that. The King of Slaughter's heart ached terribly.
The City of Slaughter truly had no rules, and Fallen Ones could slaughter each other at will. But those Fallen Ones who survived would become the City of Slaughter's elite fighting force, defending this place against any forces that wished to destroy it. Thus, the King of Slaughter did not care how they fought. Moreover, the Fallen Ones who died would turn into fresh, juicy Yellow Spring Dew for him to enjoy as he pleased. It could be said that he profited either way.
But there was no chance that Qian Renhan would join the City of Slaughter and become one of its powerful fighters. Having lost so many Fallen Ones to him, the King of Slaughter practically wanted to slap Qian Renhan to death.
Qian Renhan raised a brow and smiled. "What am I doing? I haven't taken part in the Hell Slaughter Arena for a month, and my hands have been itching for a fight. So I came out to let loose a little and use these small fry to warm up."
"How are you not bound by the City of Slaughter's rules? How can you use a domain?!" Veins bulged on the King of Slaughter's forehead as he continued to question him.
"Of course, I used a