Deep in the starry sky, the writhing tendrils of Shining Star Sunflower bloom in the night, casting strands of starlight, highlighting a towering, sprawling Holy City, ablaze with lights, bloody and thrilling.
In the gladiator arena.
Hundreds of human slaves wielding iron tools, shackled at both hands and feet, surround three towering and fierce saber-toothed tigers in the center, barely able to stand.
Very soon.
A bloodthirsty and brutal battle erupts.
The saber-toothed tiger bites down on the last person's neck, flinging the half-eaten face into the air like a kite, the lifeless eyes still holding an intense fear.
"Oh oh oh!"
"Devour him alive! You stupid tiger, swallow!"
"Tear them apart!"
The audience below claps excitedly, raising their betting chips and waving them, celebrating the bloody feast of death.
A group of seductive maidens carries food and drinks, weaving among the nobles, occasionally getting slapped on their plump behinds yet not annoyed, smiling and bending down to reveal beautiful curves, allowing custors to tuck paper money into their snow-white clefts.
If offered ten tis the price, the maiden takes the custor into a small room with drawn curtains, soon followed by a symphony of battle.
Sensual, bloody, violent.
Here, damn it, is one of the most famous ga-gladiator arenas in Gold's dreamland, built to please Nus Wolf King.
On the high platform of the arena, forged with gold and jewels, a well-dressed Wolf Prince squints his eyes.
"Really boring, it's more fun to fill the pool, put twenty ships, and have a contest under the giant crocodiles."
"Yes, Your Highness, we will have this program as a regular for the future."
Pri Minister Yue Erdan said respectfully, very much eager to please this first heir of the Empire.
Since Golden Son Albert fell, this Prince has beco the Empire's first heir, and to avoid being purged by the Prince, the Pri Minister has no choice but to ingratiate and cater to the tastes of this diocre Prince.
"Ha ha ha."
Prince Caesar is very satisfied, holding seductive cat-eared slave girls on each side, with four nuns from the Church Court, sold off and subjected to brutal humiliation, obediently kneeling and massaging his legs, cooling his temper with their mouths and tongues.
He never expected to have today.
It's all because his good elder brother, the eldest Prince Albert who participated in the Divine War, was killed by a deity; it allowed him, who ranked behind, to pick up the spoils.
From being an unnoticed, uncared-for minor character, he leapfrogged into the Golden Son; he genuinely has to thank the deity nad Chu Yi, thanks to him for getting rid of his brother, letting him take his place — being the Golden Son is so enjoyable!
Pri Minister Yue Erdan is sullen, being honest, this Prince as the Golden Son is barely qualified, yet extravagant and lustful; in these thirty days or so, he's practically beco this Prince's workhorse.
Alas, who was it that made my bet on Albert fall.
"Pri Minister, I heard it's your granddaughter's birthday in three days."
Caesar licks the wine droplets at the corner of his lips, vertical pupils showing greed, "Why not have it in this Prince's palace?"
Yue Erdan curses in his heart, his granddaughter is only eight, the Prince has reached the point of desperation.
"Your Highness, I..."
Boom——
As the Pri Minister gently refuses, the entire arena trembles slightly, clusters of Shining Star Sunflower blast into a misty blood fog, shredded at falls like rain, descending a pungent and heavy blood rain, polluting the gladiator arena.
"What happened? An earthquake?"
"Damn it, the Star Sunflower at polluted the wine barrels, the wine's undrinkable now."
"Don't stop the next horse race, I bet a lot of money!"
The audience's nobility is dissatisfied, wanting to look at the Prince, a shade of astonishnt spreads across everyone's face.
"In the sky, there's light?"
A streak of fish-belly white erges from the dark sky, the scorching light from the Golden Crow and Candle Dragon like pouring flas, transforming into turbulent waves, engulfing the Holy City, vast edifices collapsing like paper, wails endlessly echoing.
"Old dog, is this your ho?"
Chu Yi arrives at the arena, allowing Golden Crow wings to extend a hundred feet, golden eyes sweeping over the chaotic fleeing alien race audience below, slowly stretching out Divine Hand.
He withdrew the old absolute-doom law, utilizing imnse consequence force to condense a brand new law, imprinting on heaven and earth, becoming a rule effective within the Holy City.
[Disrespecting this Emperor ans death for the entire family]
Bang bang bang!
As this law is decreed, countless alien race audience bursts into blood mist, limbs, heads, organs soaring into the sky, rging into rivers of blood flowing, washing the sins of the entire arena.
When all disrespectful ones are dead, over one thousand wolfn nobles kneel on the ground, not daring to move.
"Aweso!"
Clearing out such a large area at once, Chu Yi is very satisfied with the correct use of consequence law; he glances at the trembling nobles below, speaks in werewolf tongue:
"Who among you has the location of Wolf King's treasure vault, take this Emperor there, exempt from death."
As soon as the words fall, Caesar's forehead hits the ground, his pants not yet fully on, his heart stirring with violent waves.
This here is damn well Grandpa's enemy, coming for revenge, holy shit!
Grandpa, where are you, our ho is being robbed!
As for the enemy's words, Caesar certainly doesn't dare to believe a word; as soon as he appeared, he wiped out masses of alien races, such terrifying strength is definitely Radiant Moon level!
In the entire Holy City, damn it, only his grandfather is a Radiant Moon Wolf King!
"Damn it, damn it! If you are the true Sun God, let this Prince out for a duel! Bullying this Prince's people, what does it count for!"
Nus Wolf King was smashed into a piece of bloody flesh, suppressed under Ice Dragon King's claw, watching over the arena, a kneeling mass of descendants offspring, raging with fury that threatens to explode his mind.
"Don't rush, old dog, we're just getting started; this Emperor hasn't begun from your nine clans yet."
Chu Yi's will carries the ladies, teasing, pointing at the Golden Crow wings on the live broadcast, handso face, even giving several side profile shots, asking the harem:
"Is this Emperor handso? Is he pretty?"
"No bragging, if this Emperor cross-dressed, he would truly be the number one beauty in the cosmic starry sky."
The ladies: "..."
Jiu Yin doesn't understand, rubbing Chu Yi's hand.
Jiang Qiuyun bows her head, feeling inexplicably embarrassed, wanting to leave.
Ji Xuexin smiles lightly, eyes holding only the figure of her husband.
Nian Ci's heart moves slightly, considering soday having Chu Yi cross-dress, suppressing him more fun, her own Chu empress.
Dan Yu petrified, no reaction.
Perspective shifts to the outside world.
Just as Caesar is about to muddle through, he is lifted by Chu Yi's consequence thread string, "Alright, it's you."
"What?"
Caesar looks puzzled, he is among the crowd, how is he chosen?
Looking back, damn it, a group of people retreated far, leaving him exposed, standing out like a crane among chickens, who else to choose?
And the Pri Minister Yue Erdan had long since hidden away.
"Pri Minister, I f*** your mother!"
Pa!
Caesar's head explodes into a blood mist, then revived by Chu Yi's ti reversal, his brain in confusion.
"You're the Prince, right? Take to the Wolf King's treasure vault, hand over all treasures in the Holy City."
Chu Yi steps on Caesar's head, ruthlessly humiliating the weak.
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