Chapter 627: Chapter 497 Blood River Authority, The Crime of Fratricide!_3

This obedient appearance, it looks just like a trouble-free top student in school.

Even the unintelligent hunting dog couldn’t help but snort, turn around, shake its head, and leave, staying motionless in the corner.

Jialuo sighed in relief, but a bad premonition lingered in his heart. As footsteps drew closer, he lifted his head towards the direction of the sound. The flickering light in the oil basin seemed like a thin veil, slowly outlining a silhouette. The leader was slender, with a ghostly beauty. The two behind were massive, like towering walls, exuding a strong oppressive aura.

The three stopped in front of him, and Jialuo finally saw the faces of the newcomers, sneering disdainfully, “It’s you.”

Standing before him was Li Hongxiu.

Jialuo remembered this person, who once stood beside Su Heng.

The monster’s loyal lapdog, though outwardly aloof, her heart was venomous.

During his imprisonment, tormented, it was she who brought him to this fate.

“Bitch, where is my brother? What have you done with him?” Jialuo’s hands were tied behind his back, but he still looked fierce, bellowing loudly.

Li Hongxiu was not irritated, only calmly saying, “You will see him very soon.”

“But before that, a little preparation is necessary,” Li Hongxiu smiled softly, a slight smile curving her lips.

Jialuo, heartened, hardly had time to ponder what Li Hongxiu meant by “preparation” when he saw her lift the strange scepter in her hand, followed by a piercing red light. Jialuo felt a sharp pain in his forehead, as if a hot steel needle was inserted, and then he screamed and lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he was in front of a huge bronze gate.

Boom, boom!

As the mechanisms on both sides operated.

The massive gate, over thirty meters high, slowly opened, intense light and cheers from the audience rushing in together.

The air was filled with the smell of blood, yellow sand, sulfur, and poison smoke. Jialuo squinted his eyes, stepping forward into the center of the Duel Arena.

Everywhere around were crowds of cheering and screaming people; he walked barefoot on the rough gravel. Some of the gravel congealed together due to the blood, with giant beast bones scattered within, cruel spiked rollers growing. He seemed to have become a gladiator for entertainment; he should have been angry, but a deep voice whispered in his ear, “You should enjoy this all.”

“This doesn’t seem too bad,” Jialuo thought, waving back to the cheering crowd, making the cheers even louder.

Then, another gate on the opposite side also slowly opened.

Through the corridor, a huge lion appeared, over three meters tall, over seven meters long, its smooth fur shimmering with a golden glow under the sun. The lion showed its teeth to him, making threatening gestures. But Jialuo noticed something odd in the lion’s eyes, a mix of shock, sadness, and even despair.

For some reason…

His battered heart also began to ache, as if hot blood was seeping through.

But then that voice again resounded by his ear, saying, “Kill it, it is your enemy, by killing it you can gain your freedom.”

What followed, Jialuo didn’t recall clearly, it was a flood of fragmented images.

He fought bare-handed with the lion, his elbow slicing like a blade across the lion’s head, hot blood splattering out.

The cheers from the audience, overpowering the ultimate thrill, his blood boiling all over.

And those eyes, filled with an indescribable sadness. Fury exploded like a volcano in his chest, how dare such a beast show him such an expression.

He pinned the lion to the ground, punching its head repeatedly.

Teeth shattered, eyes burst open, copious blood soaking its fur red. Every full-force punch was met with a tidal wave of cheers from the surrounding stands.

He reveled in such dreamlike pleasures, howling madly like a beast. He even tore the lion’s head off with his teeth as if holding up his own trophy, raising it high, scalding blood pouring over his head, streaming down his skin–

When the duel reached its climax, the tidal wave of cheers suddenly faltered.

Jialuo’s heart seemed to stop beating.

Something was gently removed, twisted thoughts returned to normal.

He widened his eyes.

As if witnessing Hell, he screamed in horror.

The lion under him had vanished, replaced by a headless corpse.

Blood gushed out, forming a clear blood pool underneath, various ferocious wounds covered it, all inflicted by him. He trembled all over, his teeth chattering uncontrollably, intense emotions surging through his brain and exploding. Everything around him spun, all gradually stripping away, only immense despair remained, like the deep sea, drowning him within.

Bang!

Ban Poluo threw the trophy he held high to the ground.

The noble and majestic head of his brother was now a mess of flesh, one eye still clenched in his hand, the black eye socket staring at him.

He opened his mouth, breathing as hard as he could, his pupils trembled violently but he couldn’t make any sound.

He finally saw his brother again, yet under such circumstances… Jialuo’s gaze numbly lifted, the biggest and most majestic podium above, Su Heng gently rising from his dark throne, smiling, starting to clap.

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