Chapter 2228 State Your--

Chapter 2228 State Your--

Long after Dyon had left, a group returned to where he had gone from and gazed at the numerous corpses on the ground, solemn expressions coating their faces.

"The world is truly cruel." A cultivator said with a wisp of ridicule hanging from his lips. "He was stronger, so he even dared to go against his deal with the Earl and directly kill him. Furthermore, he didn't even care that we had witnessed his act and even directly left their corpses here to be eaten by the birds. The high elves are noble, indeed."

"Are you under the impression that this Earl was a good person?"

If Dyon were here, he would immediately recognize this individual as the retired patriarch, a man who Dyon called old pervert... Berolt.

"Is that important, Patriarch?"

In the last few years, Berolt had regained some of his calm and had once more become the respected retired patriarch they had all come to know. This made the Nightwell Clan breathe a collective sigh of relief, because those years Dyon had disappeared for had truly been too oppressive.

If it wasn't for this, how could a mere subordinate dare ask this question in this fashion?

"In this case, no.. But what is important is that face is extremely important to characters that possess this level of arrogance. Unless there was an exceptionally good reason, it would be impossible for a high elf to risk losing face and going back on his word for this mere Lower Immortal God legacy world. This place is very valuable to us even if this is the 16th entry, but to him, it shouldn't be like this.

"That means... The Earl gave him something that was worth losing face for."

Though Berolt's analysis was far from the reality of things, he had still managed to chance upon the correct solution.

The underground world wasn't truly underground. Or rather, it wasn't entirely underground because there were most definitely an intricate and complex network of underground tunnels, secret meeting rooms, and treasure stores.

This place, however, was simply one of the properties that the demonic empress Johna possessed in the redlight district.

At this moment, the customers of this brothel scurried out from their rooms in an embarrassed fashion. However, despite most of them being half dressed, they still carried rage on their faces.

Compared to the other brothels in this redlight district, this one could be considered quite high end. The cost of even one of the women here was extremely steep. As a result, only those with exceptionally high statuses.

When it came to individuals of such high standing, which of them weren't haughty and arrogant? Having their fun ruined by this one man obviously caused their temperamental personalities to flair up.

Unfortunately, those who dared to charge forward were directly blasted into blood mist. The chain was really too monstrous, snaking through the brothel like a venomous viper. Maybe the most shocking part was that the young man seemed to be completely unfamiliar with this style of combat.

They couldn't help but turn their gazes toward the massive scythe in his right hand. From the beginning to now, he hadn't swung it even a single time.

Just looking at it made them feel like they would be damned eternally to an infernal hell. Their souls quaked and legs trembled in its presence, even those who tried to take out weapons of their own felt the partners that had followed them for maybe their whole lives were cowering.

At that moment, just as the man was wantonly killing, numerous shadows suddenly flashed, snaking along the ground as though they really might blend into the floors before converging before the young man with the chain. They instantly formed 3 black cloaked figures, the genders of which were impossible to tell.

"You're here to provoke our underground world? Who sent you?"