# Chapter 6: The Argus Celebration, The slave Despaire
As expected, Wang became enraged and an indescribable amount of killing intent erupted from him. "You are courting death!" he shouted and appeared right in front of Riven.
Before Riven could even react, a huge fist landed on his face, sending him crashing into a huge tree trunk. The force of the punch was so absurd that Riven's body shattered the tree, his body still flying for over two more meters before coming to a stop.
With the indescribable pain he was feeling and the sensation of having almost all of his bones breaking, Riven was paralyzed. He kept vomiting mouthfuls of blood, and even his ears, eyes, and nose were all bleeding profusely.
Still, Wang was not done. Slowly walking toward the helpless Riven, Wang had a demonic smile on his face. When he reached the spot where Riven lay helplessly, he slowly clenched his fist and delivered a powerful punch to Riven's stomach.
The intense force caused Riven to vomit blood consecutively from his mouth, and if one looked closely, they could spot small pieces of internal organs in the blood. Even as Riven was vomiting the blood, everything became blurry and disorganized in his vision. The last thing he looked at before his consciousness faded completely into darkness was the smiling Wang.
With the intense pain and uncontrollable anger coupled with the burning hatred toward Wang, Riven made a vow: "If I survive, Wang, I promise you—before I end you, I will do to you one thousand times what you did to me and make sure you die without a corpse."
After making the vow, Riven's body finally couldn't take it anymore and shut down. Everything became dark, his thoughts and decisions became sluggish as if he had entered some kind of suspended animation.
"Is he... dead?" One of Wang's followers stepped forward and said nervously. Wang held a high place in the Argus Clan, so even if he killed more than half of the slaves in the clan, nothing would happen—perhaps he might or might not even be punished for it. But small fries like them were another case, because Overseer Cheng definitely wouldn't let it slide if any of them killed one of his slaves.
Though none of the others said anything, based on their expressions, they all agreed with the boy.
"Heheh," Wang just chuckled and waved his hand, saying, "What if he is dead? Who cares? It's not as if any of you is going to report it, right?"
"N... no," they stammered as they stepped back. What they had just witnessed increased their level of wariness toward Wang, and all of them secretly vowed never to be on Wang's bad side.
"It's okay," Wang just waved his hand and started taking large strides toward the direction of the Argus estate with a demonic smile on his face. He suddenly stopped and pointed at the boy who had spoken up earlier. "Dispose of that trash's body." Then he left.
As Wang was walking, he started developing an uneasy feeling in his stomach and unknowingly began sweating and became nervous. "What the hell is wrong with me?" he thought to himself and touched his nose—a reflex action he usually did when confused. "Why am I this scared? Is it because of that trash or what?" He thought as he resumed walking toward the Argus estate.
Though the celebration was scheduled two days from now, the Argus Clan estate was still bustling with activities. Merchants from neighboring cities brought different types of treats to sell.
Both commoners and cultivators flocked into the city with different agendas.
While some aimed to make a fortune or get recognized, others had the intention of causing trouble or bringing misfortune.
The estate gate had been decorated with a huge bull head forged from golden materials with inscriptions carved on it. It glowed in the dark, illuminating the entire estate gate and even an area two kilometers away from the gate to the extent that it looked just like daytime during the night.
With their influence, the Argus Clan had employed the best winemaker in Sky City.
Sky City was one of the biggest cities in Tian Qi. It covered an area of over five hundred miles in diameter, though more than sixty percent of it was covered by mountains called the Black Mountains.
The Han Qi Empire had been existing for over a thousand years now. It had a total of ten states—Tian Qi was just one of the states, and Sky City was just one of the biggest cities in Tian Qi.
Sky City was not just dominated by the Argus Clan; it had two other clans that were just as powerful and influential as the Argus Clan. They were the Yang Clan and the Xiao Clan, which was also the city lord clan.
With the aim of making this party the grandest and most luxurious party in the history of Sky City, the Argus Clan had spent a lot of money. The whole estate had been redecorated, buildings were being repainted, and even the guards were now patrolling in groups. In the streets, children were running about, nagging their parents to buy them candy.
"Dad, I want that dragon tail candy!" a child who didn't look older than five dragged his father's sleeve and said, pointing to candy in the shape of a dragon tail. But contrary to expectations, his dad simply gave him a scary look, which prompted the little boy to shut up.
Far away from this festive environment and aroma, the body of a broken slave who was trying to defy fate by simply existing—a slave who, against all odds and expectations, was still alive and still fighting for survival—just moved his finger.