Slaughter City, at the heart of the inner city.
Directly above the Temple, the King of Slaughter sat upon his throne.
On either side of the throne, several shapely female attendants draped in sheer gauze carefully held silver cups brimming with blood.
The King of Slaughter tipped back his head and drained a cup. His scarlet tongue swept across his lips, and bloodthirsty delight gleamed in his eyes.
"War is raging outside. The blood sent in tastes sweeter by the day.
"Once I've refined every last trace of resentment in Slaughter City, it won't matter if Asura God's trial is cut short. I'll reign supreme beneath this sunless earth for all eternity!"
The moment he finished speaking, a sonic boom tore through the Temple's vaulted ceiling!
Boom!
The wards across the roof shattered.
Several attendants froze into ice sculptures in an instant, then crumbled to dust.
A tall, slender figure stood in midair amid a storm of frost and black-gold lightning, then entered the Temple at an unhurried pace.
The King of Slaughter sprang from his throne. His graying hair whipped wildly, a pair of enormous blood-red bat wings burst open behind him, and he bared his fangs with a shrill roar.
"What insect dares force his way into my Temple?!"
Yet in the next instant, his savage expression froze.
He could clearly see nine Spirit Rings circling the black-clad young man in midair!
"You... how can you use your Martial Soul?!"
The King of Slaughter's scarlet pupils contracted sharply. His piercing voice shook with unconcealable horror.
"This is Slaughter City!
"Asura God's deadly seal runs through the depths of the earth. Without Divine Slaughter's Domain, no one can use Soul Skills here!
"What kind of monster are you?!"
Han Yu stood in the air, looking down at the King