The petite figure standing against the light was dressed in opulent clothes. Perhaps it was because this underground city rarely saw the sun, her skin was snow-white, seeming to emit a faint glow in the darkness.
Her features were exquisite, like a lifelike doll. Her eyes, which reflected a deep blue luster in the light and shadow, resembled two deep pools. Standing at the edge of an abyss, they held none of the liveliness and energy expected of a child her age, exuding an inexplicable, unsettling tranquility.
Tang San stared at the noble young girl, his brows furrowed, a sense of strangeness washing over him.
Who was she?
Why did she feel… vaguely familiar?
“Little Princess.”
While Tang San was lost in thought, the envoy and the staff of the Hell’s Arena hall lowered their proud heads and bowed to the little girl by the entrance.
The other soul masters, seeing this scene in public for the first time, snapped back to attention, their gazes filled with uncertain surprise as they scrutinized the girl who barely reached their waists.
Little Princess?
What was her connection to the King of Slaughter? Even the envoys were so respectful…
Tang San, who had already been briefed by the envoy about the King of Slaughter and knew no one dared to offend his authority, felt his gaze shift. A flicker of purplish-gold light flashed in his azure eyes, and his entire field of vision transformed.
What was that…
From Tang San’s perspective, he clearly saw that Tang Sui was enveloped in a black and red substance, resembling mist or dense clusters of light.
These black and red clusters surrounded Tang Sui, yet also protected her exceptionally well. Even though it was deliberately restrained, one could still feel the immense fluctuations of power emanating from it.
This black and red mist… it felt like…
An unbelievable thought crossed Tang San’s mind. He carefully examined Tang Sui’s features, a peculiar feeling arising within him.
Her age, height, and appearance didn't match…
And even his Purple Demon Eyes couldn't see through this little girl's soul, as if it were…
“Urgh!”
Tang San’s head suddenly throbbed. He closed his eyes, a muffled groan escaping his lips. His Purple Demon Eyes were forcibly interrupted. The Xuan Tian Gong and soul power circulated simultaneously, and the needle-like pain in his head gradually subsided.
The feeling of being intruded upon vanished. Tang Sui’s delicate, fair face remained expressionless. She glanced at Tang San, who was suffering the consequences, and then her gaze fell upon the bald man with a somewhat anxious expression. She narrowed her eyes, and under everyone’s watch, raised her small hand. Her fingernails were a healthy pink, appearing snow-white and harmless.
But the bald man’s pupils contracted sharply, as if he had seen something terrifying. His mouth involuntarily gaped open, yet he seemed to have been deprived of air, a suffocating pain engulfing him. His neck felt as if it were being gripped by an invisible hand, the blocked blood turning his skin a visible red.
He clawed desperately at his neck, trying to break free from the invisible grip.
But it was all in vain.
“Bang!”
Tang Sui clenched her small fist in the air, as if crushing something. The bald man’s eyes bulged, the force of his scratching instantly released. All his breaths ceased abruptly. His heavy, muscular body thudded to the ground, without a drop of blood!
What kind of bizarre technique was this?!
Tang San, whose eyes had partially opened, stared at Tang Sui with profound shock and apprehension.
Having dealt with the unclean follower, Tang Sui’s gaze finally fell upon Tang San.
From her perspective, even though Tang San wore a silver butterfly-winged mask to conceal his face, the strands of dark blue hair occasionally escaping his cloak and his cold, azure eyes matched her memories from her previous life.
Could the “anomaly” her grandfather sensed refer to this individual, who might be the Child of Destiny, Tang San?
A fleeting thought crossed her mind. She looked at the silent staff of the Hell’s Arena and spoke indifferently, “Deal with the rest. I don't want to see such dirty individuals here again.”
It was her oversight.
Even though she had woven a dream, both real and illusory, for these fanatics, she had forgotten one thing.
Despite shared faith and goals, the most uncontrollable force in the world remained the human heart.
It seemed it was time to filter the people and select the followers with pure faith.
After all, she didn’t recycle all sorts of trash; harmful waste was a no-go.
“Yes, Little Princess.”
Two nimble staff members emerged from behind the service counter. One after another, they lifted the bald man’s corpse, preparing to leave. Strangely, no one tried to stop them, nor did anyone follow to pick up scraps or collect blood.
Tang San watched in astonishment as everyone looked at the little girl, who had dealt with someone at least at the Soul King level with a single move, with expressions of satisfaction and admiration. He felt a chill run down his spine.
What kind of place was this…?!
Tang Sui paused for a moment, as if observing the stiffly standing Tang San. After a few seconds of thought, she suddenly spoke to the still-stunned Tang San:
“Are you new here?”
The soft, childlike voice momentarily dazed Tang San, a faint sense of familiarity washing over him. But he quickly regained his composure, his reason returning, and his eyes became calm and collected once more.
“Yes.”
His tone was cold, his entire demeanor radiating an aura of unapproachability.
— Author’s Notes —
The former Sui Sui: a scrawny little runt, with a frail constitution.
The current Sui Sui: well-nourished (and demonically powerful), with excellent food, and in robust health.
ps: The beginning and end of the month are nightmares for accountants.orz. I’ll only have one update for these two days. See you tomorrow.