Are you kidding me?! The boss of the Hell Dungeon is a loli!

The familiar faces of the lords in the hall, who had been terrified by Jiang Luo, all shut their mouths and retreated to a distance of more than half the space.

The fat man coming downstairs was wearing a custom-made suit that looked like it was about to burst from his flabby body. Around his obese neck hung a necklace made of eyeballs, and with each step he took, fine cracks appeared in the tiles below.

He is none other than the Flesh Lord, the dungeon boss of the Flesh Tavern in the city center, a top-tier ruthless character who is just one step away from becoming a legendary SS-rank character.

He was used to running rampant in the city center, and coupled with his morbid and bizarre personality with serious and unusual fetishes, other lords dared not provoke him.

Jiang Luo sized up the enormous fat man, then disgustedly pinched his nose with two fingers, scrunching his face into a grimace.

"Uncle, you're so ugly. You smell worse than the trash can in Lolo's basement. Get away from Lolo!"

The Flesh Lord was not angry. Instead, he swayed heavily to Jiang Luo and looked down at the little girl who barely reached his knees.

Those small eyes, squeezed into slits by fat, greedily scanned Jiang Luo's face, a trickle of foul-smelling saliva dribbling down the corner of his mouth.

"This skin and flesh are so exquisite, a hundred times more lustrous than the collections I keep in my basement."

The flesh lord rubbed his rough, thick hands together, pulled a lollipop made from a fresh heart from the large pocket of his suit, and handed it directly to Jiang Luo.

"How about we go upstairs to a private room and play some fun games, Uncle?"

Jiang Luo looked at the heart-shaped lollipop that was constantly oozing black blood, and felt as if the strawberry mousse he had eaten last night was about to come up with his stomach acid.

"Get this disgusting pile of garbage away!"

She slapped away the arm in front of her without any politeness, revealing her sharp, white teeth.

"You fat pig, can't you understand human language? Lolo told you to get lost!"

A clear, childlike voice filled the hall. Jiang Luo's patience, which was usually worn down by low blood sugar as soon as he left the castle, was completely exhausted after enduring this harassment.

The fleshy lord's face twitched violently a few times, and the heart lollipop in his hand was crushed into a pulp by his five fingers. The foul-smelling blood dripped from between his fingers onto the expensive wool carpet, instantly scalding it with pungent white smoke.

"You shameless brat, I've never had anyone dare to say no to me when I see something I like in the city center."

He exuded a violent pressure of peak S-class power, and several rows of crystal tables filled with expensive champagne could not withstand the pressure and shattered into glass shards on the ground.

"Come upstairs with me and be my guinea pig. If you please me, I might leave you a whole corpse."

He clenched his large, blood-stained hand into a fist, his knuckles cracking.

"Otherwise, I'll make you wish you were dead and live in this abyss today. There's nowhere for you to hide in the city center!"

The flesh lord's oversized suit was ripped open by the bones inside, and more than a dozen thick, fleshy tentacles covered in barbs emerged from his spine, reaching straight for Jiang Luo's petite body.

The old man in the tuxedo, standing some distance away, turned his head and whispered to the three wolf demons beside him.

"That idiot is always acting like a lunatic, taking advantage of his near-SS-rank status. Lord Red Moon is really in trouble!"

He covered his mouth with his palm to hide his gloating expression.

"Let's just wait and see how this idiot will deal with this white-haired girl."

Jiang Luo turned her head to look at the lords who were watching the show, deliberately took a half step back, and squeezed out two crystal tears from her watery red eyes.

"Uncles, this ugly guy is bullying Luo Luo, aren't you going to help Luo Luo fight him off?"

The lords who knew the truth quickly turned their gaze to the ceiling and count the chandeliers, afraid of making eye contact with Jiang Luo and getting involved in deadly karma.

No matter how harmless this little girl may look, they all know that Jiang Luo is no pushover.

In addition, the strength of the Flesh Lord is undeniable.

Who dares to help?

Seeing that no one responded, Jiang Luo sighed and casually tossed the tattered teddy bear in her arms onto the leather sofa. Her fair hand then reached into her skirt pocket and pulled out a strawberry-flavored lollipop.

She slowly unwrapped the candy and put the lollipop in her mouth, her cheeks puffing out gently.

"Why do you villainous uncles always have such cliché lines?"

She shook her head and bit the candy stick into her mouth.

"Lolo's ears are practically calloused from hearing it so much."

Jiang Luo looked up with a lollipop in her mouth, her ruby-like eyes completely devoid of feigned innocence, replaced by a strange ferocity and coldness.

She grinned to both sides, revealing a set of sharp, white shark teeth, and gave a cruel smile to the overwhelming fleshy tentacles reaching out in front of her.

The temperature in the hall dropped to freezing point, and the eerie blue flames burning on the dome were pulled by an invisible pressure, turning into a deep, dark red hue.

"Since you like playing games so much, then Lolo will play with you."

Jiang Luo didn't even move an inch. The shadow under her black gothic Lolita dress began to expand and lengthen wildly, swallowing the wool carpet beneath her feet into a dark abyss.

Just as the flesh lord's tentacles were about to touch her cheek, a piercing sound of tearing cloth echoed in the void.

Jiang Luo raised her right arm and casually grabbed into the void. A huge battle scythe, twice the height of her entire body and exuding a dense blood-red light and baleful aura, was firmly grasped by her with one hand.

The throbbing eyeball on the back of the scythe excitedly opened after sensing the surrounding terror, staring intently at the flesh lord opposite.

She took a heavy step forward with her bare feet, and the hard tiles were instantly crushed into powder under her feet.

"Lolo's new toy, I'll just use you, you fat pig, to sharpen it up."

Jiang Luo swung the ridiculously heavy Blood Moon Scythe, creating a whistling sound as it tore through the air, completely ignoring the S-level defensive barrier set up by the Flesh Lord, and slashed upwards diagonally.

The sound of the broad blade cutting into flesh was dull and crisp.

The dozen or so fleshy tentacles, as hard as refined steel, along with the flesh lord's thick right arm, were neatly and uniformly severed by the dark red scythe blade.

A large amount of foul-smelling black blood gushed out, staining half of the dark gold wall in the hall black.

The Flesh Lord still couldn't figure out what was happening; his proud defensive barrier hadn't done anything to stop the scythe.

The excruciating pain from his severed arm contorted his face, which was bulging with fat, and he knelt on the ground, clutching his bleeding shoulder, letting out a shrill, distorted scream.

"My hand!"

He writhed in agony in a pool of blood, his eyes filled with incomprehensible horror.

[The terror level from the Flesh Lord has increased by 6000!]

The notification sound in my mind rang.

Jiang Luo knew she had made the right choice by attending this banquet.

"Why can't my domain stop you!" The flesh lord's eyes were filled with resentment, and his eyeballs were bloodshot.

Jiang Luo carried the massive, blood-dripping war scythe in one hand, bit the last bit of strawberry candy in his mouth with his teeth, and approached barefoot on the writhing bits of flesh scattered on the ground.

"Domain? How could a nobody who hasn't even touched the threshold of SS-level possibly stop it?" Jiang Luo's eyes flashed with a strange red light. "Uncle, your arm would look pretty bad if it were cut off. It ruins the symmetry of the whole hall."

She raised her still-dripping scythe, her crimson pupils flashing a fierce light in mid-air.

"How about Lolo takes pity on you and trims the other side neatly too?"