“Since you don’t understand the King of Slaughter, there’s no need to spread rumors!”
Zhuang Aotian looked at Fang Xin in confusion. “Xin Ge, why are you speaking up for the King of Slaughter?”
Fang Xin spoke righteous nonsense. “I think, even if he’s an enemy, we should give him enough respect, shouldn’t we? You said you only heard it from others, and word-of-mouth stories are basically eighty percent exaggeration. You can’t believe them!
Moreover, the King of Slaughter didn’t appear because of slaughter; he appeared because living beings inverted black and white, couldn’t distinguish good from evil, and their morals decayed. The King of Slaughter was born in response to Heaven; he doesn’t kill ordinary living beings, but sick ones! He is like the Sword of Damocles hanging over all living beings, the Eye of Judgment from Heaven, so such an existence must not be desecrated. We should revere the King of Slaughter, just like we treat deities!”
Zhuang Aotian gave Fang Xin a thumbs-up. “Xin Ge, your perspective is truly superior! Looking at it from another angle, it’s indeed different. I’ve learned something! I’ve been enlightened!”
“Of course, on the other hand, the King of Slaughter also has seven emotions and six desires, so he might also like those big sisters who wear high-waisted stockings, have great figures, and incredibly large Xing Tian eyes!”
Zhuang Aotian immediately gave Fang Xin a look that said, “I understand you.”
“Xin Ge, if you like them, just admit it. Don’t push the blame onto the King of Slaughter!”
Patting Zhuang Aotian on the shoulder, Fang Xin then greeted the others.
He told everyone to stay put and leave if there was danger.
Glancing outside, Fang Xin quickly walked out of the tent.
In principle, team members are not allowed to move beyond the Resident range during missions.
But as the Crown Prince of the Ninth Division, Fang Xin was the principle itself.
These new recruits were all here to gain experience; while they were stationed here, there was no real work to do. To put it bluntly, it was just about passing the time, so whether there was one more or one less person didn’t matter much.
In the distance.
Several figures quickly converged in one direction.
The middle-aged man from the Church was enveloped in a golden light, shining like a golden sun, moving fastest towards that spot.
Xing Longshu, the Deputy Director of the First Division of the Sky Shield Bureau, walked with his hands behind his back, his beer belly protruding, swaying leisurely towards the same place.
Besides the two he had just seen, Fang Xin also spotted an acquaintance and a semi-acquaintance.
The semi-acquaintance was an elegant and noble woman standing next to Zhuge Heng, holding a cat in her arms.
It was Palace Master Long of the Five Elements Palace, whom he had met when they emerged from the God and Demon Ruins.
Another was the Palace Master of the Ten Thousand Beasts Palace, Lao Se Pi Shang Tianque. This Lao Se Pi had just arrived and was shamelessly flattering a very beautiful woman.
Other influential figures from major organizations and powers also appeared, rushing towards a single location.
Fang Xin approached Hua Cheng. “Sixth Brother, is it really the King of Slaughter?”
Hua Cheng, who had his arms crossed, saw Fang Xin and then casually draped an arm over his shoulder. “Who the hell knows? I don’t know the King of Slaughter. Let’s just go join the fun, brother. If a real fight breaks out, we don’t even qualify to get involved!”
“The King of Slaughter should still be in his initial form, right? He shouldn’t be that powerful, should he?”
Hua Cheng put his arm around Fang Xin, a foxtail grass dangling from his mouth. “You little brat, what do you know! The King of Slaughter, killing and killing all the way, his realm shoots up like a rocket, even faster than your upgrades!”
“Really?” Fang Xin asked, puzzled.
Hua Cheng bit the foxtail grass. Hearing Fang Xin’s doubt, the foxtail grass in Hua Cheng’s mouth perked up. “Of course! You brat, don’t argue with me. That’s the Head of the Seven Kings, brother. Why do you seem to have no concept of the Seven Kings? Let me put it this way: you’re a genius, but being a genius is just the threshold to see the Seven Kings. The King of Slaughter is the Head of the Seven Kings. The Seven Kings are the leaders among geniuses, and the King of Slaughter is the boss of those leaders!”
Fang Xin’s eyebrows twitched repeatedly.
Seeing Fang Xin’s expression, Hua Cheng clamped Fang Xin’s neck with his arm. “Eh? What’s with that expression, kid?”
Fang Xin smiled brightly. “Nothing, Sixth Brother, keep talking. I love hearing you talk about this! Tell me more about how awesome the King of Slaughter is!”
Hua Cheng, with the grass still in his mouth, said, “And I heard that bastard is hard to kill. He can perform Impure World Reincarnation with just a drop of blood. Isn’t that awesome?”
“Holy cow! Impure World Reincarnation with just a drop of blood? That’s too awesome! Does he have any other special skills?”
Hua Cheng greeted someone in the distance, then explained to Fang Xin, “That’s just one of his skills. Do you know what’s the coolest thing about the King of Slaughter?”
“No! What is it, Sixth Brother?” Fang Xin asked humbly, blinking his big, innocent eyes.
“You don’t know, do you! The King of Slaughter’s strongest asset is his ocular technique. I heard that anyone he glances at will lose their sanity and turn into a killing machine!”
Fang Xin acted as a straight man in a comedy duo. “Wow! That awesome? How come I didn’t know!”
“What the hell would you know! All this information, my old man only told me recently!”
“Sixth Brother, aren’t there Seven Kings? Besides the King of Slaughter, what are the other Kings called?”
Hua Cheng took out two roujiamo from his spatial ring and handed one to Fang Xin. “I only know the King of Calamity. Damn it, after The Chaos of the Gods, a lot of historical data disappeared. Later, the Church had an internal struggle, the Royalist Faction won, and they rewrote history.
What you see and hear isn’t necessarily true. Many things in the textbooks you’ve studied have been altered. Some truths are held by them. For an existence like the Seven Kings, which is like a nuclear bomb, if the specific information were to spread, it would definitely cause panic.
Furthermore, some idiots love to spread rumors. If they spread rumors about the Seven Kings descending, saying it’s the end of the world and the Seven Kings are sweeping across the human realm, wouldn’t the public go crazy? Ordinary people, they’re quick to believe rumors. A little fanning the flames, and they’d rather believe a hundred rumors than half a truth.
So, all the information is held by the people at the top. Unless it’s a critical moment, they won’t say anything. If they don’t say it, you won’t know much, right? Just like when you came to perform this mission today, they only said to capture the King of Slaughter alive. How much do you know about the King of Slaughter? Almost nothing, right?”
Fang Xin nodded while eating his roujiamo. “Yes, yes, yes! Sixth Brother is right!”
Hua Cheng smiled and took a bite of his roujiamo. “I guess we won’t catch anything. The King of Slaughter isn’t a big idiot. There are so many people gathered here, making a ruckus. Would he possibly come? Right! If you were the King of Slaughter, would you come here?”
“Not necessarily! What if he sneaks in, right!”
“You little brat, are you still arguing with your Sixth Brother?!”
Hua Cheng playfully clamped Fang Xin’s neck with his arm, then released him, resting his arm on Fang Xin’s shoulder as he looked at the bustling scene in the distance.
“In this situation, if the King of Slaughter sneaks in, it’s one of two things: either he’s showing off, or he’s an idiot!”
“Sixth Brother’s insight!”
A gasp came from the very center of the crowd.
Hua Cheng craned his neck to look. “Let’s go, A Xin! Let’s join the fun!”
Fang Xin also walked towards that direction.
His palm felt a bit itchy, like a mosquito bite. Fang Xin scratched it, but the more he scratched, the itchier it got.
Fang Xin couldn’t help but look down.
He found a character had appeared on his palm at some point.