Anger surged in the King of Slaughter's heart when he heard Chen Xuanqing's answer.
Yet he knew full well that Chen Xuanqing's strength was no trifling matter. Even as the King of Slaughter, he did not dare offend such a powerful figure lightly.
The King of Slaughter could only suppress his anger and unleash an even more intense pressure instead.
Thick red mist suddenly poured from the King of Slaughter, spreading throughout the arena.
An intensely evil aura lurked within the mist, as though demons from the abyss were roaring, filling everyone with involuntary fear and trembling.
Evil, icy red ripples slowly spread outward, like endless darkness creeping across the world.
Within barely a few blinks, that evil aura had enveloped the entire arena and everyone within it.
Yet to Chen Xuanqing, the aura seemed incapable of having any effect at all.
In the stands, the Fallen Ones surged like a boiling tide, their eyes glittering with fervor and anticipation. An indescribable excitement gripped their hearts, as though they were about to witness an unprecedented spectacle-the opening of Hell Road.
Yet they did not know that the spectacle about to unfold would be the final prelude to their deaths.
Apart from the Slaughter Gods and the King of Slaughter, no living being had ever witnessed the magnificent sight of Hell Road opening.
It was a road leading to death and rebirth, and every opening was accompanied by endless sacrifice and wailing.
Those who had witnessed Hell Road opening with their own eyes could only become sacrifices for its opening.
As red light cascaded down like a waterfall, the once-noisy stands gradually fell silent.
The red light descended like a phantom, silently covering the entire viewing gallery.
Beneath that red light, every Fallen One's gaze gradually grew vacant. Their initial fervor