170: I like to win people over with virtue.

Scarface also noticed something was amiss; he quickly turned sideways and lay back.

Swish!

A Azure Blade cut past his nose tip.

It was a good thing Scarface was bald, otherwise a few strands of hair would have been shaved off.

"What's going on? Why did my slash come out from behind?"

Scarface's heart pounded, and beads of sweat rolled down his scalp.

It was too terrifying; he almost killed himself.

The other death row inmates were also frightened by the sight before them, and recalling Fourth Seat's previous injury, they guessed it was also self-inflicted, just like Scarface.

The death row inmates looked at each other, now no one knew what they should do.

There was no escaping this ghostly place, and their own attacks would be redirected.

"What should we do?"

"We won't starve to death here, will we?" Anxious and uneasy emotions began to spread through the crowd.

Just then, a sinister laugh suddenly echoed from above.

"Hehehe, everyone looks very energetic!"

A strange voice suddenly appeared, attracting the attention of all the prisoners.

They looked up at the sky, some curious, some fearful, some disdainful.

Song Zhong appeared in the Great Scorching Hot Hell.

When Scarface saw Song Zhong finally appear, he remembered how he had almost been accidentally injured just now, and an unnamable fire ignited in his heart.

"Hey, was it you who brought us out?" Scarface's expression was unfriendly.

Song Zhong smiled as he looked down at the death row inmates, "Hehe, that's right."

"What is your purpose?" Scarface said with a sneer, "Since you dared to risk being hunted by the Night Watcher and attack the Zhaijie Institute, you must have some ulterior motive."

"That's right, bald people indeed have high IQs, I like talking to smart people," Song Zhong said.

"You dare to make fun of me? Are you tired of living?"

When Scarface heard Song Zhong dare to tease him, his temper immediately flared up.

Furthermore, Song Zhong seemed to be nothing more than a Klein Realm, so what could he do to him?

After Xie Yu and Sixth Seat pulled Fourth Seat aside, they began to help him stop the bleeding.

Seeing Scarface take the lead in attacking Song Zhong, the three of them had different thoughts and all intended to see how Song Zhong would handle the situation.

"Hehe, friend, you seem to have a lot of anger!"

Song Zhong's voice was like a ghost, empty and prolonged.

The entire Great Scorching Hot Hell seemed to sense Song Zhong's emotions, and the flames on Iron Encirclement Mountain became even thicker.

Scarface looked indifferent, "So what if I'm angry? If you can help me cool down, I'll spare your life."

"Hehe, interesting, it's a pity I can't help others cool down, but I'm very good at making people hot."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Zhong snapped his fingers.

Whoosh!

A scorching storm swept through Hell, and a circle of cracks suddenly appeared on the rocks within a hundred-meter radius beneath Scarface's feet.

Crack!

The rocks under his feet cracked, and Scarface's face finally showed a look of panic in the face of the sudden change.

He saw that the cracks on the ground around him were getting deeper and deeper, and the surrounding land was rapidly moving away from him.

Before long, Scarface found himself separated from Song Zhong and the others.

He stood alone on the circular platform, and countless magma suddenly surged from deep underground.

Bang bang bang!

The magma had been buried underground for an unknown amount of time, and hot bubbles kept rising from the scorching magma.

The intense heat roasted Scarface's skin red, like a perfectly roasted sweet potato.

Scarface originally wanted to make a move, but thinking of the strangeness of this space, he hesitated for a moment and said, "Song Zhong, you still haven't told me, why did you bring us out?"

"Hehe, I brought you out, of course, to accomplish a earth-shattering great deed."

Song Zhong said indifferently, "You've been cooped up in this godforsaken place for so long, don't you want to come out and do something grand?"

Hearing Song Zhong's words, the prisoners below began to discuss again.

"A great deed? What can we do in our current state?"

"This Song Zhong seems to be from the Ancient God Church, right? Joining them also seems like a good choice."

"I don't care, when I get out, I must kill all those Night Watchers who captured me, only then can I vent my hatred."

"Come on, do you believe you won't be caught again as soon as you get out?"

The prisoners below chattered, some sarcastic, some fantasizing, but more were questioning Song Zhong.

They didn't quite believe that such a young man could bear the burden of resisting the Night Watcher.

Scarface also scoffed at Song Zhong's words; he sneered and said, "Bring us to do something great? How do we do it?"

"Become my believers," Song Zhong replied calmly.

"Is it that simple?" Scarface was a little surprised and asked doubtfully.

"It's that simple."

"Hahaha!" Scarface laughed uncontrollably, "Alright, Song Zhong, I promise you now, I will become your believer."

He laughed so hard that his mouth couldn't close, and tears were about to flow out, but they were immediately dried by the high temperature.

"Hehe, you've lost your chance. I said I would make you hot," Song Zhong's eyes curved into a crescent moon.

Scarface's heart inexplicably tightened, and then a burning sensation inexplicably appeared in his stomach.

"So... so hot!"

Scarface covered his stomach with both hands; his abdomen swelled visibly at a rapid rate, looking like a pregnant woman in her tenth month.

Unbearable burning and sharp pain spread from Scarface's abdomen to his entire body.

"What did you do to me, Song Zhong, what did you say to me?"

Scarface tore off his clothes and kept punching his belly with both fists.

The other prisoners couldn't help but gasp at this scene.

Scarface, who had been so arrogant just now, had actually turned into this ghostly appearance.

Song Zhong's face still held a smile, "I forgot to tell you, I like to subdue people with virtue, but this virtue is the virtue of being immoral."

"I don't need believers who disrespect me, so let your life bloom one last time!"

Bang! Whoosh!

As Song Zhong's words fell, Scarface painfully opened his mouth.

A flash of fire shot out from his mouth, followed by his eyes, nostrils, and ears.

Scarface's skin instantly turned like charcoal, and countless flames emerged from his body, like fiery snakes.

Scarface didn't even have time to let out a scream before he was burned into a piece of charcoal.

In Hell, as long as he was not a god, Song Zhong had absolute suppressive power over everyone else.

The other prisoners looked at the tragically deceased Scarface, their faces filled with fear.

That Klein Realm bully didn't even have the power to fight back.