Star Luo City.
This ancient, enormous city appeared before them, and even Jiang Hai felt a flicker of awe. He had traveled through the Star Luo Empire for three years, yet had always avoided this city. He knew that back then, he had been nothing more than an insignificant ant to it.
Star Luo City covered more than a thousand square kilometers. Its walls rose over a hundred meters high and were nearly a hundred meters thick. In an age of cold steel, even a Titled Douluo, possessed of the greatest martial might in the world, would struggle to breach this city head-on. As the Star Luo Empire's political, economic, and cultural center, it had a permanent population of over eight million. With outsiders included, at least ten million people lived within the city-and among those ten million, how much evil was born?
Star Luo City's moat alone was a thousand meters wide, and countless fish lived in its waters, yet no one ever caught them to eat. From a certain perspective, those fish grew fat on human corpses. The powerful clans that had accumulated wealth over thousands and tens of thousands of years made this city far less peaceful beneath the surface than it appeared. It was a city full of opportunity, but also a city that devoured people. It consumed ordinary people chasing overnight riches, and the lives of Soul Masters as well.
"Star Luo City! We're finally here. Let's go!" Jiang Hai put away his Flying Gleam and walked shoulder to shoulder with Sun Yunhai into the enormous city.
The Soul Master Tournament was held every five years, but it actually rotated among the imperial capitals of the four great empires, which meant the Star Luo Empire's turn came only once every twenty years. How could such