(First update)
Slaughter City, a dark and spacious room.
It was an exceptionally massive chair, inlaid with blue and purple crystals that outlined a drum-tower shape. Except for this chair, everything else here was dark red.
A tall figure sat upon the giant chair. In the dark, his appearance was unclear, though one could vaguely discern that he was slender.
With a wave of his large hand, a thick, dark-red liquid flew out from before him. Within the darkness, a massive blood pool lay right before him, filled with viscous fresh blood.
He opened his mouth to swallow the fresh blood into his belly, and in the dim light, two fangs were vaguely revealed.
He let out a comfortable, low sigh, his dark-red pupils gazing straight ahead. Amidst the surging darkness, a tall, upright human figure stood rigidly, looking just like a carved stone statue, ordinarily emitting no breath at all.
The blood bubbles in the blood pool churned. Amidst the gurgling bubbling sounds, wisps of bloody aura gathered like streams into a river, accepted without refusal by that person's inhaling and exhaling, like a tiger devouring a whale or a giant fish gulping down water.
Accompanied by a massive surge of blood Qi pouring into his body, the darkness gradually reced, revealing the unyielding and peerless face beneath.
He was none other than Caesar.
Caesar had been suspected by Yang Ming of also being a transmigrator, and he had come to Slaughter City without the permission of Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong. Yet through some unknown means, he had actually made contact with the King of Slaughter, and now seemed to be cultivating some kind of evil technique. Along with the inhaled blood Qi, his rising momentum climbed step by step, faintly reaching the threshold of a seventy-ranked Soul Saint!