Inside the lavish dark-red room, everything was dim. Thick blood flowed through the enormous blood pool, and the air was filled with a suffocating stench of blood.
Before the blood pool stood an astonishingly large crystal chair, inlaid with blue and purple crystals.
Heavy breathing filled the entire room.
A faceless man sat upon the crystal throne, lost in unknown thoughts.
Xia Yan had fought only one battle.
He did not know when the next one would be. He had not even finished touring Slaughter City.
Every desperado who had witnessed his battle kept their mouths shut as though they had been sewn closed. None spoke a word about Xia Yan, silently fleeing toward the outer city with all their might.
What a joke. A killing god like that had arrived—if they did not run, were they waiting to die?
As for why they said nothing... who would say anything? They were waiting for some blind fool to provoke him and get killed.
They were all enemies. Who would ever think they had too few enemies?
They ran.
Xia Yan's strength was heaven-defying, but precisely because it was too heaven-defying, word of it had not spread. The desperadoes outside the Hell Slaughter Arena who had seen his speed remained silent for the same reason.
They refused to mention anything about him, simply waiting for some blind fool to provoke him.
The black-veiled girl accompanied Xia Yan through the inner city.
The inner city was incomparably luxurious. It possessed nearly every extravagance one could imagine, but it was also utterly chaotic, with filthy liquids flying everywhere.
By the roadside, he saw some people being forced to swallow food or water mixed with certain indescribable things.
A human stomach could extend out of the body like a starfish's, swallow food, then return