Ning Liu stepped down the stairs, paused upon hearing this, then chuckled and shook his head: "Your Holiness the Pope is too kind."
He walked up to Bibi Dong, his gaze open and honest, and continued:
Whether the scale of the investment is large or not remains to be seen in the final result.
"Speaking of which, I should thank His Holiness the Pope for his earlier guidance. If it weren't for your analysis, I really wouldn't have thought that the Killing City could be played like this."
He wasn't just being polite.
Before coming here, he did indeed prefer to crush the old order here with force, cutting through the mess quickly.
It was Bibi Dong who pointed out the "value" of the Slaughter City, that pointed out that it could become a special place not under the jurisdiction of the two great empires and the Spirit Hall, which gave him the idea of completely transforming it and taking it over for his own use.
"You certainly know how to go with the flow."
Bibi Dong's eyes flickered; she neither accepted nor denied the "credit."
"Let's not talk about this anymore."
Ning Liu waved his hand, temporarily suppressing his thoughts on establishing a "City of Freedom."
"These are all minor details; they can be sorted out with some time. Our real purpose in coming here is not to become any kind of city lord."
Bibi Dong understood immediately, and her expression turned serious.
They came for the continuation of God.
Ning Liu's gaze deepened. "Your Holiness, when you came to the City of Slaughter, you must have been influenced by that Rakshasa God, right?"
The moment the words fell, the temperature inside the hall seemed to drop a few degrees.
Bibi Dong's body stiffened for a fleeting moment, though it was extremely subtle, it did not escape Ning Liu's notice.
But she is, after all, Bibi Dong, the Pope who controls the vast Spirit Hall.
In the blink of an eye, she suppressed all her emotions.
"The aura of the Rakshasa god is like a maggot clinging to a bone, penetrating every corner of this city."
Her voice betrayed no emotion.
"Anyone who stays here long enough will be corrupted by it. Slaughter, desire, depravity... it feeds on these and nourishes itself."
She did not directly answer whether she had been affected, but the answer was self-evident.
Ning Liu understood.
"That's good."
Ning Liu nodded, not delving further into this sensitive topic, and instead asked, "Since you know so much about the Rakshasa God, you should also know where the other's place of inheritance is, right?"
Another one.
It is naturally the God of Asura!
The divine thought of the Asura God transformed into the core rules of the Slaughter City—the Hell Slaughter Arena and the Hell Road.
Only those who pass the purest and most brutal test of battle, achieve a hundred victories, and ultimately traverse the Hell Road are qualified to gain the favor of the Asura God.
"I know."
Bibi Dong answered without the slightest hesitation this time.
She raised her eyes and looked towards the far end of the hall, at an even larger wall made up of countless wailing skulls.
"The entrance to Hell Road is just beyond that."
Her tone was calm, “But that’s just the entrance to the ‘path,’ not the true place of inheritance.”
The true test of the Asura God is hidden at the end of the Hell Road, in a place called the 'Asura Blood Pool'.
She paused, then added:
"That place is also the source of all the power in this city, the heart of the killing capital. It is also... the place where the Rakshasa God set up the most polluted area."
Ning Liu followed her gaze, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Beyond the throne lies the entrance to the Road to Hell.
This design is full of irony.
To challenge the Asura God, who represents judgment and rules, one must first cross this throne, which represents depravity and chaos.
"interesting."
Ning Liu acted decisively, setting his sights on the objective. As for the tasks just assigned, he trusted Hu Tu and Ya Jiu's men.
Trust those you employ, and don't employ those you don't trust.
Moreover, in a city where absolute power could crush any dissent, he was confident that no one would dare to play tricks on him.
"Let's go take a look."
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