Black-and-yellow light shrouded Slaughter City like a vaulted ceiling, and a mighty pressure filled the air.
Qian Daoliu turned around, his golden robes stirring gently in the breeze. His gaze settled on the King of Slaughter, who stood bowed in attendance, and his voice was calm yet carried unquestionable authority:
"Lead the Black Warriors and Slaughter Envoys to escort every surviving Fallen One and criminal out of Slaughter City. Settle them all in the temporary camp on the outskirts of Sunset Forest. Remember, show no mercy to anyone who resists, but do not kill indiscriminately-these people will be the first to atone for their sins under the new order."
A flicker of reverence flashed through the King of Slaughter's scarlet eyes, and he hurriedly bowed and answered:
"Your subordinate obeys! I will not fail you!"
As his words fell, he turned and barked orders at his subordinates. Dark-red soul power surged around him, lending his commands an authority that brooked no resistance.
Soon, synchronized footsteps rang through the streets-hundreds of Black Warriors formed disciplined ranks, clad in matte-black armor. The dried blood on their armor gleamed with an eerie darkness beneath the black-and-yellow light; they drew their long blades, their icy gleam slicing through the air, and drove out the Fallen Ones scattered throughout every corner of Slaughter City.
Those Fallen Ones, once vicious fiends who delighted in slaughter, now hung their heads like dogs driven from their homes, their hands folded over their chests and their eyes filled with fear and bewilderment.
Most had long grown accustomed to Slaughter City's chaotic laws. Confronted with this sudden, oppressive weight of order, they dared not entertain even the slightest thought of resistance.
One Fallen One with three intersecting blade scars carved across his face had once been "Scarface Ghost," the victor