A month later.
Northern frontier of Douluo Continent, Slaughter City.
The King of Slaughter's personal assistant, the Black Gauze Woman, led Bibi Dong through the blood-red streets and straight to the King of Slaughter's Slaughter Grand Hall.
The hall was dim and frigid, its killing intent so dense it was almost tangible.
At the north-facing, south-oriented end of the hall stood a crimson throne formed entirely from condensed killing intent.
The master of Slaughter City, the King of Slaughter, sat upon the crimson throne. His blood-red eyes narrowed as he watched the Black Gauze Woman lead Bibi Dong to the center of the hall.
"Bibi Dong, ever since we decided to cooperate again, you have been visiting my Slaughter City more and more often. Aren't you afraid those old fools from the Worship Hall will grow suspicious?"
The King of Slaughter's cold, hoarse voice rang out. Every word carried tangible killing intent, causing the temperature within the hall to plummet.
Bibi Dong looked up at the King of Slaughter on his throne and replied calmly, "Spirit Hall has always maintained an open alliance with Slaughter City. The fallen spirit masters captured by Spirit Hall are all sent to Slaughter City for imprisonment."
"At the same time, Spirit Hall provides Slaughter City with food, money, and all kinds of supplies to maintain the city's normal operations."
"So as the Pope, there is nothing improper about my personally visiting Slaughter City. Besides, I am a Slaughter God. Other than me, who in Spirit Hall is more suitable to enter this place?"
At this point, Bibi Dong said sternly, "King of Slaughter, enough nonsense. Let us return to the matter of our private cooperation. Do you truly wish to regain the Asura God's Trial?"
"I dream of it. Bibi Dong, I have handled