Sinful Souls Cowered Before the Ghost Gate; Qian Daoliu Established the Living Offenders' Court

At the edge of Sunset Forest, hundreds of Black Warriors stood in two rows, their long sabers angled toward the ground. The cold gleam stretched the Fallen Ones' shadows into twisted shapes.

These criminals, who had once run rampant in Slaughter City, were now strung together with iron chains, stumbling behind the procession like lambs awaiting slaughter.

"Pick up the pace!"

The King of Slaughter barked the order, his dark-red soul power forming a whip that flicked against the leg of a dawdling Fallen One.

The Fallen One screamed and lurched forward, but dared not utter a single complaint-he knew that the King of Slaughter now held absolute power over life and death. His own life hung on the man's slightest whim.

As they passed through the passage behind the tavern, the atmosphere abruptly changed.

The stench of liquor and blood gave way to icy netherworld power. Pale-purple runes flickered on the stone walls like living creatures, casting an eerie glow over their faces.

The King of Slaughter walked at the front, his fingertips unconsciously tightening. He had passed through this passage countless times, yet had never felt such dread, as though a pair of unseen eyes were gazing into their souls from deep within the runes.

When the three crimson characters for "Ghost Gate" came into view, the King of Slaughter stopped dead, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.

The stone gate stood over a hundred feet tall, forged from dark xuan rock. The characters for "Ghost Gate" were formed from netherworld order, their chilling gleam seeming ready to drag anyone who approached into the abyss.

More suffocating still was the surrounding power of rules-a pressure heavier than the Asura God's divine sense, making every breath a struggle. This was the fundamental gulf between "rules" and "mortal things," impossible to