At the center of the town, Chen Xuanqing swept his hawk-sharp gaze over the figures below, but the people kneeling on the ground held little interest for him.
"I'm going to Slaughter City. Now. Immediately. This instant." Chen Xuanqing's voice was icy, like a blade of frost slicing through the air, freezing even the atmosphere around him.
At those words, the dozens of people still kowtowing instantly stopped. They all raised their heads toward Chen Xuanqing, their eyes gleaming with awe and longing.
Every one of them wanted to show their face before this Titled Douluo, hoping to seize the chance to win his favor.
Chen Xuanqing remained unmoved, however. His gaze skimmed over the crowd before he casually pointed at an elderly man. "You. Take me to Slaughter City."
Being singled out filled the old man with both shock and delight.
He knew he had no choice. He could only nod his assent, then cautiously approach Chen Xuanqing and lead him toward the outskirts of town.
On the way to Slaughter City, curiosity filled the old man's heart, and he could not resist asking, "Your Eminence, you already stand at the pinnacle of the Douluo Continent. Why would you still wish to visit Slaughter City, a place filled with danger and bloodshed?"
Chen Xuanqing frowned slightly at his words and said coldly, "You talk too much."
A surge of killing intent instantly swept through the old man's entire body, and the authority within it made his heart tremble.
The old man immediately realized he had asked the wrong question. He shrank his neck like a frightened quail, then led Chen Xuanqing out of town with even greater deference.
Before long, the two arrived before an enormous boulder. Chen Xuanqing could clearly sense a passage hidden beneath it that led