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The two, Zhongli Wu and Long Zhanye, flew outward after escaping Slaughter City.
With the attitude of giving it a try, Long Zhanye asked the question that had been troubling him:
"Cult Master Zhongli, is the King of Slaughter really the Holy Emperor you mentioned?"
Zhongli Wu glanced at Long Zhanye, a trace of impatience and displeasure in his eyes.
He looked somewhat unwilling to deal with Long Zhanye, as though he were hesitating over whether to answer the question.
But then, he spoke:
"That's right—"
"He is the Holy Emperor of our cult!"
He paused, and a deep regret flashed through his eyes:
"According to the history passed down through our cult, the Holy Emperor was a powerful Evil Douluo and Evil Soul Master!"
"His cultivation had long surpassed the realm of ordinary Titled Douluo, and his Martial Soul was extremely special—Blood Infant!"
"He had an important characteristic: every time he used his Soul Power, a Blood Infant would appear behind him—"
"That Blood Infant was also his symbol."
Long Zhanye listened quietly without interrupting.
"But six hundred years ago, the Holy Emperor was killed by the former head of the Shrek Inspectorate!"
"It was an earth-shaking battle. The Holy Emperor and that head engaged in a desperate fight deep within the Evil Demon Forest."
"In the end, the Holy Emperor was defeated and slain by that head. From then on, the Holy Emperor disappeared from the world, and our cult fell into decline for several hundred years."
There was a heavy sorrow in Zhongli Wu's voice, as though he were recounting the humiliation of his family:
"But no one could have expected that the Holy Emperor hadn't died. Instead, he had entered Slaughter City!"
His fists