Compared to the spectacle of Hog Bell's execution on the first day, the verdicts and executions of the following days seemed rather subdued.
It was not that those executed lacked status. In fact, everyone put to death over the past few days had been a noble—not a single commoner among them. Quite a few had been high nobles, and more than one leader of a major tribe had mounted the scaffold.
Yet compared to Hog Bell, they simply carried far less weight.
Sui Xiong felt that he had not put on this show well enough, that his arrangements had not been thorough enough. Really, Burton Tiger should have been executed on the first day, followed by one legendary powerhouse each on the second and third days. Then, just as the audience was secretly wondering which legendary powerhouse would be next, Hog could have been suddenly executed on the fourth day. That would surely have been more staggering, more surprising, more earthshaking.
Unfortunately, what was past was past. Once it was gone, it was gone. What a pity!
Unlike him, who regretted that the performance had not been perfect, the audience was quite satisfied with the blood-soaked drama unfolding over these days.
That much was clear from the steadily growing number of spectators.
On the first day, not enough people had arrived from every direction yet—although Sui Xiong had laid the groundwork beforehand, what person of status and standing would be interested in a public execution like this? After all, the people he had killed before simply had not been important enough.
But with the very first stroke of his axe upon founding the "Great Golden Tent," Sui Xiong had killed the Orc Empire's emperor emeritus, instantly whetting everyone's appetite.
If the very first person killed was such a great figure,