Initial Changes in His State of Mind

Meanwhile, inside a gloomy palace.

Upon a throne steeped in the scent of bloodlust, a man with crimson wings was dozing lightly.

His face was savage and sinister, two horns protruding from his head. Endless killing intent swirled around him, making one thing clear: whoever dared approach would die!

He was the master of Slaughter City—the Slaughter King.

"Tap—tap."

Hearing footsteps, the Slaughter King slowly opened his eyes, his scarlet pupils sizing up the visitor.

The woman in black gauze dropped to one knee and bowed. "Greetings, my King."

The Slaughter King's voice was hoarse and low, impossible to read. "Speak."

The woman in black gauze then truthfully reported Dongfang Yu's situation.

The Slaughter King listened with great interest. Other than those who had left Slaughter City, he had not heard of anyone this interesting in a long time.

The corners of the Slaughter King's mouth lifted slightly, his smile carrying three parts coldness, three parts mockery, and four parts indifference.

"Do not interfere. Let him do as he pleases. If he survives in the end, bring him to see me."

With that, he sank back into his light doze, as though he had never opened his eyes at all.

The palace immediately fell silent.

The woman in black gauze nodded. "As you command."

Gradually, the days passed one by one.

Over the past month, a dark horse had emerged in the Hell Slaughter Arena.

His name was Sky Feather. He challenged others almost every day, and without exception, every opponent died beneath his sword.

For a time, every fallen one here avoided him like the plague. Though they prided themselves on being ruthless and vicious, they could not compare to Sky Feather.

In Sky Feather's eyes, the people here seemed like livestock he could slaughter at will. He