Deep within Slaughter City, the atmosphere in a vast, dim hall was oppressive and heavy.
The hall seemed to stretch on without end, creating a sense of oppression so intense it was suffocating.
At its center stood an enormous chair, its surface inlaid with blue and purple crystals. They glittered like stars, intertwining into a magnificent pattern shaped like a drum tower.
Within that deep, dark-red space, the crystals on the chair were the only points of light.
"The Azure Cloud Sword Immortal has once again swept through the arena like a thunderstorm. His strength is unparalleled, and he has killed so many that the other powerful fighters are terrified of him." An icy female voice echoed from the shadows of the hall, revealing both awe and wariness toward Chen Xuanqing.
As the woman's voice faded, a tall figure slowly approached the enormous chair and sat down gracefully.
In the dim light, his features were indistinct. All that could be made out was his tall, lean frame and an imposing presence that commanded respect without anger.
"Great King, the Azure Cloud Sword Immortal's rise has already shaken Slaughter City." The woman's voice sounded again, a trace of anxiety in her tone. "We need to consider whether to approach him. After all, he has already demonstrated sufficient strength."
The figure seated in the chair remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking. "The Azure Cloud Sword Immortal is indeed a rare talent, but Slaughter City's rules cannot be broken. We cannot tolerate someone who might threaten the balance of the entire city."
At his words, a hint of helplessness crept into the woman's voice. "Then how should we respond? Few powerful fighters dare to oppose the Azure Cloud Sword Immortal anymore. If this continues, I fear the order of Slaughter City