It was their third day in Black Emperor City.
That day.
The sky was cloudless for ten thousand miles, and the sunlight was just right-not too hot, not chilly, but a warmth that nourished the body.
In the heart of the city.
A towering pavilion stood tall, its entrance plaque carved with several bold, powerful characters-the Black Emperor Pavilion.
At that moment, four figures walked toward the exit from inside.
The four consisted of a handsome youth, a sexy woman, a petite, adorable girl, and an old man.
After the four left the gates of Black Emperor City, the first three headed to a nearby luxurious restaurant and took seats by a fourth-floor window.
The old man, meanwhile, went straight to an information office set up by the Black Emperor Sect specifically for visitors.
After speaking with the people there for a while, the old man arrived at a plaza in the city center.
Before long, a piece of news spread through the city.
"Quick, quick, quick! There's a good show coming! Two factions are going at each other! They're preparing for a fight to the death in the central plaza!"
"What's so interesting about that? It happens every few days. I'm sick of watching."
"You don't understand. Those were just little scuffles. This time is different-neither side is ordinary!"
"What's different about it?"
"Heh, you've all heard of the Blackwater Gang, right?"
"Pfft, it's just the Blackwater Gang. They're so close to Black Emperor City. How could we not know them?"
"Hold on, let me finish. You all know the Blackwater Gang, but this time they're up against the Rakshasa Gate! Some of you probably haven't heard of the Rakshasa Gate, have you?"
"The Rakshasa Gate? What faction is that?"
"I know this one. The Rakshasa Gate rules Blood