Ning Xuan had just passed through the Street of Melted Gold, and his ears had barely enjoyed a moment of peace when the man leading him suddenly halted.
"We've arrived," the man said coldly.
Ning Xuan focused his gaze and instantly understood why those people had looked at him with such pity and sympathy.
Before him stood a massive high platform, and beneath it lay an enormous Blood Pond. As far as the eye could see, the pond was filled with severed limbs. However, the area was clearly sealed off by some means; he could not smell blood or the stench of rot.
"That is the Judgment Platform," the leader spoke again, his voice just as cold. "Are you going to walk up yourself, or do we have to escort you?"
"I think I'd rather not—"
Before he could finish the word "not," Ning Xuan vanished. Yet, neither the leader nor the other members of the enforcement team showed any intention of giving chase. A moment later, Ning Xuan's voice rang out from above. "Damn it, you people play dirty!"
