Title Zhang San could not help looking toward the sky, in the direction of the Slaughter Palace.
Was the Slaughter King still not going to show himself?
He had seemed quite arrogant before, acting like the heavens were number one and he was number two.
Turns out he was just a coward.
Then he looked below.
On the Slaughter Arena Ring, where people had once "shed blood and sacrificed their lives," ten people were happily slapping each other.
The sheer disconnect left Title Zhang San feeling a little disoriented.
Out of the corner of his eye, he happened to notice the group of "locals" who had fled in earlier.
His gaze carried a hint of displeasure.
The people below were truly unreliable. There were actually fish that had slipped through the net.
But with Di yihong here, he did not dare make a move directly.
Just as he was thinking about it,
that group was scared half to death!
Still, there were talented people among the common folk. Someone raised a hand and shouted—
"Sir, can I join this competition too?"
Those words woke everyone up.
That was right!
That killing god was practically groveling before these people. Shouldn't they cling tightly to such a thigh?
"Yes! I want to join too!"
"My hands are big. My slaps hurt like hell!"
"I'm a girl! I can strip naked and go up there! Let me go first!"
"Pah! This is a competition, not a cunt sale! Girl, my ass—you'd have to queue even if you were a beast!"
"How dare you talk to me like that? I'll squeeze you to death!"
Before they knew it, they had started arguing among themselves.
Di yihong, who had been enjoying the chaotic slap brawl, cast them a displeased glance.
They were really ruining the