That "Wait" was cold and abrupt, like an ice needle piercing the deathly silence of the entire room.
The host's countdown came to an abrupt end.
Tens of thousands of eyes followed the sound and saw a figure gracefully descending from the shadows of the upper stands.
It was a woman, wearing a tight-fitting black tulle dress that outlined her graceful curves.
Her face was covered by a thin black veil, obscuring her features, revealing only a pair of narrow eyes that held a strange allure and coldness as they moved.
Without using any tools, she leaped from the stands dozens of meters high, her movements as light as a feather, landing silently as if a black snowflake had melted into the black soil beneath her feet.
"It's the Black Veil Messenger!"
"How could she be here? Could it be..."
In the stands, those previously arrogant and powerful figures were now like mice seeing a cat, all silent and trembling, even subconsciously lowering their heads, not daring to meet the woman's gaze.
Ignoring the commotion outside, the woman in black veil walked straight to the center of the field and stopped ten steps away from Ning Liu.
Her gaze fell on Ning Liu, scrutinizing him and with a hint of barely perceptible surprise.
"9527,"
Her voice was devoid of any emotion. "Your performance was very good. His Majesty the King of Slaughter wishes to see you."
These words caused an uproar throughout the entire Hell Slaughter Arena!
King of Slaughter!
In this city, this name is like a supreme deity!
It is the creator of all rules, and the ultimate fear and faith of all the fallen!
Legend has it that he has not appeared in public for decades, but today he would actually issue an imperial decree for a newcomer who has just begun to make a name for himself!
"My God! The King of Slaughter wants to see him! This kid has risen to the top in one fell swoop!"
"Now that he's been chosen by the king, won't he be able to do whatever he wants in the City of Slaughter?"
"Bullshit! What do you know! The King of Slaughter is capricious; perhaps he thinks this kid is too conspicuous and wants to crush him with his own hands!"
"That's right, what the king hates most is people who don't follow the rules. This kid's behavior before was too arrogant!"
Various speculations and discussions arose one after another, and people's eyes were filled with jealousy, envy, and schadenfreude, a complex mix of emotions.
The man with the scar on his chin turned pale and then flushed. He couldn't understand why this white-clad youth who had made him lose face could attract the attention of the King of Slaughter.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, everyone assumed that Ning Liu would immediately be grateful and accept this "blessing" that was neither a blessing nor a curse.
However, Ning Liu merely glanced at the woman in black veil before lowering his head again to continue slowly wiping the sword hilt, which had no dust at all, with his sleeve.
A moment later, he uttered two words softly.
"I'm not going."
The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a thunderclap from the heavens, striking everyone's heart.
The entire killing field fell into a deathly silence once again.
If Ning Liu's sword strike that killed Zhao Kang was shocking, then his two words now bring a subversive absurdity and incomprehensibility.
He... refused the King of Slaughter?
For the first time, a clear emotional fluctuation appeared in the eyes of the woman in black veil—utter astonishment.
She seemed to doubt that she had misheard: "What did you say?"
Ning Liu didn't even look up: "I said, I'm not interested."
This is insane!
This newcomer has completely gone mad!
The degenerates in the stands felt their understanding had been crushed.
In this city, someone actually dares to refuse the King of Slaughter? What arrogance! This is playing with their own life!
"He's dead! No one can save him this time!"
The scarred man let out a hysterical screech, as if he could already see Ning Liu being torn to pieces.
The woman in black veil's face instantly turned icy, and a dangerous aura began to emanate from her.
"Do you know what the consequences are for disobeying the king's will?"
Ning Liu finally stopped wiping. He looked up at her calmly, then looked past her and gazed at a dark corner in the stands, as if he were looking at something more interesting.
Just as the woman in black was about to unleash her attack, a deep, magnetic laugh echoed throughout the entire venue without warning.
"Hehehe... Interesting. I haven't seen such an interesting young man in many years."
The laughter seemed to possess some kind of magic; wisps of scarlet mist began to appear out of thin air and quickly thickened.
The temperature in the entire hellish killing field seemed to drop several degrees, and a bloodthirsty and brutal intent emanating from the depths of the soul began to erode everyone's mind.
The next moment, right in the center of the arena, between Ning Liu and the woman in black veil, the thick blood mist surged and condensed into a tall figure.
He was an extremely handsome man, his face was so pale it was almost sickly, and his long, blood-red hair was casually draped over his shoulders.
He wore a magnificent black robe with intricate patterns embroidered in gold thread on the lapels, and every gesture he made exuded an innate air of nobility.
But his equally blood-red eyes contained a madness and evil as vast as mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
The moment he appeared, the tens of thousands of fallen people in the stands seemed to be inspired by something, and collectively fell into a frenzied worship.
"King of Slaughter!"
"It's the King! The King himself has arrived!"
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