Reborn as a dragon, I devoured the main godhead.

The caravan leader only remembered that everyone in the Demon Castle seemed to respect the silver-haired youth.

Their caravan passed through Silvermoon City, intending to hire a few ordinary high-ranking demons for escort, but instead encountered the silver-haired youth.

Centuries have passed, but the caravan leader still remembers the scene.

"If you're going to Hongyang City, I'm going too. I can escort you there for free, as long as you bring back some local specialties from Hongyang City."

"Sir, we are just a small caravan and cannot afford bulk commodities."

The caravan leader was trembling with fear.

"It's just a local specialty, you don't need to give it to me, just take it to the trading market at Moon Lake."

"At that time, powerful tribes will naturally trade with you."

"Yes, sir."

As long as it's not a forced sale, there's nothing I can't accept.

The caravan leader was also a high god; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to roam the wilderness.

If he were not a high-ranking god, he might not survive more than three days if he were to walk alone in the wilderness.

Because of its abundant energy and status as a supreme plane of destruction, Hell is teeming with unimaginable rampant bandits.

On the way, the caravan leader finally witnessed the power of Lord Silvermoon.

Almost none of the robbers who came to attack survived.

They were all taken down by the burly, silver-haired young man alone.

The other star-level demons hired by the caravan did not have a chance to make a move.

But no one complained.

How shrewd the caravan leader is!

He also discerned the power of Lord Silvermoon from the reactions of the other star-level demons.

Throughout the journey, I never dared to slack off in the slightest.

He always consults with the elderly man first whenever there is a problem.

Centuries later, they finally arrived safely at their final destination – Rainbow City.

The silver-haired youth left naturally.

"Silver Moon, it doesn't sound like a name, it sounds more like a code name."

Although young, he is a star-level demon.

A mid-level demon god who joined when passing through the previous city.

“Brehoech, that is Lord Silvermoon’s real name, but no one dares to call him by his name anymore.”

The young man was stunned.

"No one dares to call you by your given name, so why are you doing it?"

He looked at the middle-aged man as if he were a fool.

“I’m different. I already knew him. Lord Silvermoon is the pride of our Silvermoon City.”

The middle-aged man raised his chin, as if he were proud of it.

The young man wanted to argue.

But he clearly remembered that the so-called Lord Silver Moon did indeed often talk to this middle-aged man.

"Lord Silvermoon, you're from Silvermoon City again?"

The young man opened his mouth.

Common knowledge about the hellish plane flooded his mind.

"Silver Moon Demon?"

The middle-aged man nodded.

"No wonder, no wonder they're so keen on killing. If they're the Silver Moon Demon, then it's not surprising."

……

Devil's Castle.

The silver-haired youth elegantly handed over his devil medal.

Then he said:

"I want to register for the arena battle. Should I do it here or at the Rainbow Sun Arena in the center of the city?"

"Sir!"

The demon castle receptionist's expression changed immediately after just one glance at the silver-haired youth's demon badge.

"Little girl, you haven't answered my question yet."

Regardless of the pale face of the mid-level goddess, the silver-haired, burly young man spoke in a melodious tone.

"Anything is fine!"

Although the young girl was also a mid-level god, she had lived in Hongyang City for a long time and had never seen such a scene before.

"Then sign me up!"

The silver-haired youth smiled and spoke in a calm and unhurried tone, like an elegant nobleman.

But this is hell, and the ways of the material plane nobles obviously won't work here.

In the divine realm, strength reigns supreme, and this is even more true in the hell realm.

"I want a hundred consecutive battles."

The silver-haired youth continued to emphasize that he was clearly an expert.

In Hell, almost every city has an arena at its center.

Normally, it's a place to resolve disputes among the strong within the city, and the statement that fighting is prohibited within the city is not entirely accurate.

The full text should be: No fighting is allowed within the city.

It's possible in the arena.

The arena within the city is the solution to resolving conflicts that the strong cannot resolve.

But in reality, very few fools would actually fight to the death in an arena.

Unless the two sides in a conflict are roughly equal in strength and neither side is willing to concede to the other, arena battles may not be perfect, but they are still a viable option.

More often than not, the arena within the city served simply as an entertainment facility.

The Rainbow Arena is a place where strong fighters clash almost every moment, and spectators need to buy tickets to watch.

The arena battles are not only for the residents of Hongyang City to watch.

Even strong individuals from outside can do it.

As long as you buy a ticket.

No city would turn down taxes.

Isn't there a curfew in the city?

Arena!

The arena is open 24/7, and outsiders can even stay there by purchasing a ticket.

Anyway, arena tickets are charged annually, and the cost is much higher than staying in a hotel.

Those who spend most of their time in the arena are all hardcore battle enthusiasts.

They have both power and status, so they don't care about those inkstones.

As long as there's something exciting to watch, the arena will never lack visitors.

If a super strong player were to challenge a hundred-win streak, it would immediately ignite the passion of the entire city.

At this point, it was no longer a celebration for a few combat enthusiasts.

Anyone who is interested in battles will basically watch it.

Especially the final battle where they achieve 100 victories, the Rainbow Arena, which can hold millions of people, will definitely be packed to capacity.

……

"Newspaper, news! The Silver Moon Demon has appeared in Rainbow Sun City and is challenging the Rainbow Sun Arena's Hundred-Victory Warriors. His sword is aimed directly at the position of Lord of the City."

"Selling newspapers..."

Heimers arrived in Rainbow City, accompanied by a bald young boy.

Listening to the noise from the street, he was speechless for a moment.

"Is this the essence of a prefecture-level city? They even sell amazing newspapers?"

If it weren't for the surging divine power within him, Hemeth would have thought he had traveled back to modern times on Earth.

"Newspapers? What kind of genius came up with this idea?"

"Give me a newspaper."

Heme reached out and stopped a lower god selling newspapers.

He handed over a black stone.

The lower-level god directly handed him a floating crystal ball.

"Hongyang Sports News!"

Heimus spun a wisp of his soul power, his consciousness sinking into the crystal ball.

When he heard "newspaper for sale," he instinctively thought of newspapers, but the seller didn't mention newspapers at all.

It was just about selling newspapers.

"I'll see, I'll see!"

Heimers didn't even finish reading before the Floating Crystal in his hand was snatched away by Reis Crystal.