Seeing the orc kneeling in front of him, Gulot's face was expressionless. He didn't feel proud at all, as if this was how it should be.
"Scram, you lowly and filthy slave!" Gulot snorted coldly and kicked the orc away.
The orc was kicked to the ground. Two guards rushed up and grabbed the orc's arms, detaining him on the ground.
Gulot bent down and picked up the sword, then pointed it at the orc's chest: "Your performance today has made me very unhappy."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sword pierced through the orc's chest, coming out of his back with fresh blood.
The orc's eyes were as wide as a cow's, staring at Gulot in a daze. His pupils were as turbid as a pool of stagnant water.
The surrounding onlookers were also watching this scene with cold sweat on their faces.
The entire scene was deathly silent, not even the sound of breathing could be heard.
Gulot coldly pulled out the sword, his eyes staring straight ahead, not even looking at the orc. It was as if he wasn't killing a person, but a lifeless object.
The orc spat out a large amount of blood, then fell to the ground and convulsed. His eyes were unfocused as he looked at the sky. What was written in his eyes was not hatred, but relief and freedom.
At this time, an eight-person palanquin appeared on the street, attracting everyone's attention.
Sitting on the palanquin was a noble old man with the same deep purple pupils. He looked somewhat similar to Gulot.
This old man also wore a diamond-studded crown and a diamond-studded silk robe. His hands and feet were all adorned with luxurious ornaments, and his right hand held two iron chains that bound two female slaves who were crawling on the ground.
The two female slaves were wearing extremely revealing clothes, but their faces were expressionless, as if they had long been accustomed to this way of life without dignity.
"Lord Gudra, why are you here?"
A guard respectfully greeted him, one hand on his chest as he bowed.
The old man called Gudra didn't get off the palanquin. He sat upright on the palanquin and said in a condescending tone: "I was watching the slave's beast fighting show in the colosseum. I heard from the guards that there was some movement here, so I came to see what happened."
"Lord, this …" The guards stammered, not daring to speak the truth.
Gullot walked to the sedan and said to Goodra in an arrogant tone, "Father, I broke another one. Buy me a new one."
Gudra looked at the fallen orcs and said to Gulot with an expressionless face, "This is already the fourth one this month. You really don't know how to be thrifty. You better save some for me in the future."
Gudra's tone was only reprimanding his son for not being thrifty. He did not vent his anger on his son for killing someone. It was as if his son had not killed a human, but a lifeless toy.
"It's all this guy's fault for spoiling my mood. It's one thing for a filthy and lowly trash like him to spoil my precious robe with his filthy blood. How hateful!"
Gullot looked at the bloodstains on his robe in disgust, then turned his angry gaze to the orc's corpse: "Do you know how much my robe is worth? You lowly, filthy thing! "
As he spoke, Gullot lifted his foot and kicked the Beastman's corpse. Kick after kick, he continued to vent his anger that he didn't know where it came from.
He was the one who killed the orc.
Despite Gullot's merciless kicks, the Beastman's corpse did not react at all. It only let out muffled sounds of webbing.
The onlookers could not bear to look at it and lowered their heads. Their faces were all gloomy, and even their bodies could not help but tremble.
However, no one dared to show their dissatisfaction, and no one dared to stand up to stop it.
Lin Ying and Yun Ruoxi could not bear to watch this scene.
"That … that's too much. That orc is already dead. Why are you still treating him so cruelly …" Lin Ying said.
Yun Ruoxi also nodded and said, "Although he is an orc, this is indeed too cruel!"
The white-robed man immediately said to the two of them: "Keep your voices down. If you are heard, you will be in trouble. The Ancient Sacred Clan is not something you can afford to offend!"
"What's so great about the Ancient Sacred Clan? Why is everyone so afraid of them? "Lin Ying said angrily.
She really could not understand. With so many races united, why would they be afraid of the Ancient Sacred Clan?
The white-robed man hurriedly lowered his voice and said, "The Ancient Sacred Clan is still here. Don't ask such questions now. I will tell you later."
Lin Ying and Yun Ruoxi wanted to say something, but when they saw the white-robed man's nervous expression, they did not continue to say anything.
It didn't take long for Gullot to vent the anger in his heart. Then, he left with a haughty attitude.
After the guards carried the Beastman's corpse away, the people on the street quickly dispersed. Lin Yun and the others also left the scene.
The white-robed man found a tavern and booked a private room in the tavern. Then, he led the crowd into the private room.
After entering the private room and closing the door, the white-robed man said to the crowd, "What happened just now is actually happening in the safe zone every day."
Hearing the white-robed man's words, Lin Ying was puzzled and asked, "Didn't you say that any force is prohibited in the safe zone?"
The white-robed man nodded and said, "Indeed, any force is prohibited in the safe zone. However, this rule only applies to other races. It does not apply to the Ancient Sacred Clan."
"In the safe zone, the Ancient Sacred Clan is like a god. They can do whatever they want. They are lawless."
"Why can the Ancient Sacred Clan ignore this rule?" Yun Ruoxi asked curiously.
The crowd was also puzzled. What was so great about the Ancient Sacred Clan? Why could they not follow this rule?
The white-robed man replied, "Because the rule of forbidding force in the safe zone is set to ensure the safety of the Ancient Sacred Clan."
"Who made this rule?" Lin Yun finally asked the most important question.
When this question was asked, a deep sense of fear flashed in the white-robed man's eyes. He raised his hand and pointed to the sky. Then, he said to Lin Yun cautiously, "The people above."
Hearing the white-robed man's words, everyone felt as if they had been struck by lightning. Although the white-robed man didn't say it clearly, everyone understood what he meant. The people he was referring to were obviously the forces from the Divine Realm.
"Where did the Ancient Sacred Clan come from? Why are they related to the God Realm? "Even Hana Mio, who was applying a facial mask, could not help but ask curiously.
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