Crimson mist filled the spacious hall. The messenger bowed solemnly before the King of Slaughter on his throne and said:
"Your Majesty, Gongshu has won another victory today, defeating nine opponents in one battle."
"I know."
The tall figure was surrounded by a thick crimson mist, and only a dark outline could be seen, but its specific appearance could not be discerned.
“My subordinates haven’t been able to find out anything about her background. But, Great King, in less than a year, ‘Gongshu’ has already achieved a 53-game winning streak. Should we try to contact her? The City of Slaughter hasn’t had a truly strong member for decades. Perhaps we can try to reach out to her and see if she wants to change her way of life,” the envoy tentatively suggested.
The King of Slaughter, seated on his throne, rejected the messenger's suggestion.
"Hmph, no need. Even if you have a silver tongue, you can't persuade her."
The messenger asked in bewilderment, "Why, Your Majesty? If she truly joins your ranks, she will have the freedom to enter and leave the City of Slaughter, and an unparalleled position of prestige within it. Isn't that enough to tempt her?"
"Although her spirit and appearance are still to be verified, she is indeed from the Spirit Hall. Other Title Douluos don't matter, but the Spirit Hall also has a God of Slaughter and another deity enshrined within its ranks. Do you think the Spirit Hall would willingly let go of such a promising talent?"
The King of Slaughter spoke with a hint of mockery.
More abundant resources, connections, and a prestigious status.
Even if he becomes a true member of the Killing City and can come and go freely, how could the eagle be willing to be imprisoned in this dark underground hell?
"This..." The envoy was speechless.
If "Gongshu" really came from the Spirit Hall, then with her talent, she would naturally receive good treatment within the Spirit Hall, which has always valued talent.
Moreover, their killing capital had an agreement with the Spirit Hall a thousand years ago, and the agreement continues to this day, and may even last longer.
However, it was also stated that it was "possible".
Who knows when the Spirit Hall might suddenly break the agreement and turn its blade against the City of Slaughter?
The King of Slaughter raised his hand and waved away the messenger, whose expression was conflicted and complicated.
The hall fell silent again.
Surrounded by crimson mist, the King of Slaughter raised his eyes, unleashing an even deeper, darker red light. His fingers, casually resting on the armrest of his throne, rose slightly, and his long, sharp, beast-like nails tapped lightly on the seat.
"Although we are all members with identity tokens, we are all members of my Killing City."
"But that doesn't mean you don't need to knock before entering someone else's palace."
The King of Slaughter's deep voice echoed in the empty hall.
"Since you're here, come out."
The cool light cast by the blue and amethyst crystals embedded in the wall was slightly distorted.
The shadow cast on the wall began to sway.
The next second, a murky black vortex swallowed the wall and appeared in the King of Slaughter's field of vision.
The fluffy black hair transformed into loose silver-white hair the moment she stepped out of the vortex of shadows.
The girl's delicate face seemed to be coated with a sacred and hazy halo in the overflowing golden light, which was out of place with the chaotic hall.
A gentle breeze ruffled the fine bangs on her forehead, revealing shimmering golden wing patterns.
A scattering of pale gold light lingered in her hair, and her clear, light purple eyes reflected the tall figure on the throne, surrounded by crimson mist.
To the King of Slaughter's surprise, what he saw in those eyes was not a red mist, but a clear image of himself.
A menacing red horn sprouted from the temple and extended backward.
Mysterious crimson patterns, like molten lava, flowed across his face and emanated an ominous red glow from his neck, hidden beneath his black and red armor.
His almost grayish-white skin, which was unlike that of a normal person, made the blood-red patterns look even more alluring, exuding a strong sense of inhumanity.
This is the true form of the King of Slaughter, hidden beneath the crimson mist.
"I have come uninvited, please forgive me, King of Slaughter."
Qian Yuelong, who appeared in her true form, said this without much sincerity.
The King of Slaughter scrutinized Qian Yuelong's appearance, his gaze lingering on her brow for a few seconds before he let out a soft sneer, dispelling the crimson mist to reveal his true form. His deep voice betrayed no emotion:
"Welcome to the Palace of Hell, descendant of the angels."
Just as he suspected, this human girl was indeed connected to the legendary deity worshipped by the Spirit Hall.
Although it wasn't an angelic martial soul, its pure aura, capable of purifying everything, was exactly the same as the angelic martial souls he hated.
Even those with pure bloodlines like the Angel lineage can have mutated martial souls.
The King of Slaughter pondered Qian Yuelong's background in his heart, unaware that Qian Yuelong, who maintained a smiling facade on the surface, was also inwardly astonished.
She originally thought that as long as she made a conspicuous enough bag, the other party would come knocking on her door sooner or later. However, more than half a year has passed and she has not seen the King of Slaughter send anyone to contact her.
If the mountain won't come to me, I'll come to the mountain.
She had no choice but to take the initiative.
Upon closer inspection, good heavens... this can no longer be called human. The soul's aura is complex, and it's estimated that in a few hundred years, the three-headed bat beast that manifested as evil in the original story will truly seize complete control of this body.
However, this situation is more advantageous to her.
"If you have no intention of joining my Killing City, why did you take the initiative to come to me?"
The King of Slaughter stared at Qian Yuelong and spoke slowly, the coldness in his eyes was extremely real, as if he would settle accounts with her if Qian Yuelong did not give him a reason that could convince him.
The air inside the Hell Palace became noticeably thicker after Qian Yuelong appeared, and the heavy smell of blood was almost nauseating, even to the point that people who had experienced mountains of corpses and seas of blood felt nauseous.
Qian Yuelong ignored her and said, "Although I come from the Spirit Hall and have no intention of joining the City of Slaughter, I think that since the City of Slaughter and the Spirit Hall have a previous agreement, could we add a new cooperation agreement afterward?"
"Oh?" The King of Slaughter narrowed his eyes and looked at Qian Yuelong scrutinizingly.
"In what capacity do you say these words? Are you speaking on your own behalf, or... do you think you can represent the Spirit Hall?"
The final match of the Elite Tournament did not allow people from other academies or irrelevant personnel to watch. Even though Qian Yuelong announced her identity, many people only knew that Qian Yuelong, the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall, was already at the Soul Emperor realm at a young age, with extraordinary talent, and that her spirit was likely a plant-type spirit. Everything else was unknown, and her appearance was not revealed.
Moreover, the City of Slaughter has few connections on the ground, and most of them stay in their own ground strongholds. They have an intelligence system, but their information is outdated, and they are unaware that the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall has already made a decision.
Sensing that the City of Slaughter wasn't very well-informed, Qian Yuelong blinked and nodded happily:
"It is I, and also on behalf of the Spirit Hall, who extend this invitation to you for cooperation."
Now, it was the King of Slaughter's turn to fall silent.
"...Who exactly are you?"
Qian Yuelong bowed slightly, her right hand lightly clasped in front of her left chest, offering a Soul Master's salute to the King of Slaughter:
"My name is Qian Yuelong, and I am the current Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall."
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