No sooner had he finished speaking than purple-gold flames erupted from the Hell Knight's body.
"Save... save me..." he cried out painfully to the people around him, but before long, he had been burned to ashes.
The administrators of Slaughter City around him began to burn as well.
Beneath the blood-red curtain, a bizarre sight appeared in the plaza: one burning figure after another ran about crying for help, only to collapse and turn to ash.
The source of the violet flames was a purple-gold-haired man. He strode calmly into the Slaughter Temple.
The King of Slaughter focused his gaze, casually shoved the two beauties from his arms, and rose from his throne. Flapping his wings, he descended from the sky and landed in the plaza below, staring coldly at Qian Xunyi.
"Intruder, who are you?" the King of Slaughter asked warily.
He could sense the terrifying energy contained within the man before him. Unless necessary, he had no desire to make an enemy of him.
Qian Xunyi said, "Qian Xunyi, Pope of Spirit Hall."
"Spirit Hall?" The King of Slaughter frowned. "What are you doing in my Slaughter City?"
"I came to Slaughter City to find someone."
"Who?"
"Tang Chen!"
At the mention of Tang Chen's name, killing intent flashed through the King of Slaughter's eyes. He shook his head and said, "No. The person you seek is not here. If you know what is good for you, leave. Spirit Hall and Slaughter City have never meddled in each other's affairs."
"No. The person I seek is far away in the heavens, yet right before my eyes," Qian Xunyi said.
Seeing that he could no longer keep up the act, the King of Slaughter's killing intent surged. "I think you're looking to die."
Immediately afterward, he spread his hideous