Star Luo City, western district.
The Zhu family residence.
As one of the Star Luo Empire's two great pillars, the Zhu residence was usually under strict guard. Even stray dogs passing by did not dare bark too loudly.
But at this moment.
The Zhu family's gates stood wide open.
Hundreds of guards, servants, and even the current head of the Zhu Family, Zhu Zihao, were all kneeling on the ground.
Their foreheads were pressed tightly against the cold bluestone slabs.
Cold sweat had long since soaked through their backs.
No one dared raise their head.
The air was heavy as lead.
Because parked before them was a "monster" capable of crushing the entire Zhu Family.
It was Spirit Hall's Pope's Command Flag.
The Six-winged Angel gleamed brilliantly beneath the sunlight, painfully dazzling to the eye.
The carriage curtain was lifted.
The first to step down was not the true master.
Instead, it was a man and a woman, at least in appearance.
The person on the left was bewitchingly feminine, idly playing with a golden flower petal at his fingertips.
The person on the right resembled a cloud of black mist, without any physical form, possessing only endless chilling cold.
Chrysanthemum Douluo, Yue Guan.
Ghost Douluo, Gui Mei.
The terrifying pressure of two Titled Douluo, with merely the slightest trace leaking out, made the Zhu Family head kneeling in the front row feel his chest tighten and a fishy sweetness rise in his throat.
"So this is the Zhu Family?"
A childish yet lazy voice came from within the carriage.
Qian Mo stepped onto the footstool respectfully offered by Chrysanthemum Douluo and slowly descended.
He wore an immaculate platinum ceremonial outfit.
His golden hair shone brilliantly.
His facial features were as exquisite as an artwork personally sculpted by a god.
He seemed utterly out of place in Star Luo City, which was filled with killing intent.
"Too dirty."
Qian Mo glanced at the kneeling crowd and covered his mouth and nose in disgust.
The Zhu Family head shuddered and lowered his head even further.
"Holy Son, your arrival has brought glory to the humble Zhu Family..."
His voice trembled, and he did not even dare ask why Qian Mo had come.
Qian Mo ignored that old dog.
The Sacred Angel Martial Soul within him was faintly stirring.
It was keenly sensing darkness and despair.
In the farthest corner of this luxurious residence, a weak black aura was struggling desperately.
Loneliness.
Coldness.
And a ruthlessness that was... quite admirable.
"Over there."
Qian Mo raised a hand and pointed.
"Lead the way."
The Zhu Family head froze. That was... the abandoned rear courtyard?
"Yes! Yes!"
He did not dare say more and scrambled to his feet to lead the way.
They passed through layer upon layer of pavilions and towers.
The farther they went, the more secluded it became.
More and more weeds grew around them, while the luxurious decorations gradually vanished.
At last.
They stopped before a dilapidated little courtyard.
The courtyard walls were mottled, and the wooden gate was rotten.
Even the servants' quarters were a hundred times better than this place.
"This is where your Zhu Family's second young lady lives?"
No emotion could be heard in Qian Mo's voice.
Chrysanthemum Douluo, Yue Guan, sneered and flicked his Orchid Finger.
Boom!
The rotten wooden gate instantly turned to dust.
As the smoke cleared.
The scene within the courtyard was revealed to everyone.
There were no cries as they had imagined.
Several crude wooden stakes stood in the center of the courtyard.
A small black figure was clawing at them again and again with her tiny hands.
Her fingernails had already torn back.
Blood stained the wood red.
Yet she seemed unable to feel pain, her eyes fierce and her movements mechanical and numb.
It was Zhu Zhuqing in her childhood.
Hearing the loud noise.
She suddenly turned around, her body tightening like a drawn bow.
It was the instinctive reaction of a beast encountering danger.
In that instant.
Qian Mo saw her eyes clearly.
Distinct black and white.
There were no tears, only despair that had long since dried up, and the determination to perish together with her enemy.
How was this a house cat?
She was clearly a wounded little leopard, ready at any moment to bite through a hunter's throat.
"Interesting."
The corner of Qian Mo's mouth curved slightly upward.
He liked that look in her eyes.
It was far better than those useless fools who only knew how to cry.
He lifted a foot, stepped over the mess everywhere, and walked toward that corner.
As he approached.
The sacred radiance around him naturally spread outward.
The darkness, dampness, and moldy stench around them were forcibly swept away in that moment.
Zhu Zhuqing froze.
She looked at the boy walking toward her.
Clean.
Too clean.
It was as though the sun itself had walked down to earth.
She instinctively hid her bleeding hand behind her back and shrank farther away.
She felt ashamed of herself.
That was her only thought at that moment.
Qian Mo stopped three steps in front of her.
Looking down at her.
"Stop training."
"That trash claw technique would still be worthless even if you trained it for ten thousand years."
A flash of anger passed through Zhu Zhuqing's eyes as she glared at him.
Qian Mo ignored her hostility.
He extended a hand as white as jade, palm facing upward.
His tone was calm, yet it carried unquestionable dominance.
"Come with me."
"Be my cat."
"I'll give you power and let you kill everyone who has bullied you."
Zhu Zhuqing's pupils contracted sharply.
Kill... everyone who had bullied her?
She looked at that hand.
Was it salvation?
Or another abyss?
As if possessed, she slowly extended her small hand, covered in blood and grime.
Just as their fingertips were about to touch.
An incomparably arrogant roar suddenly exploded from beyond the courtyard wall!
"Who dares touch my woman?!"
"This is Star Luo!"
"Even if the king of heaven himself came, he'd have to lie down before Dai Mubai!"
The courtyard wall was violently kicked down.
A blond youth in luxurious clothing, his face full of arrogance, charged in with a group of family guards.
Dai Mubai had mismatched pupils and an enraged expression.
He had just heard that an important figure had entered Zhu Zhuqing's courtyard.
She was his fiancée!
Though he did not like her and had even wanted to avoid her.
She was still his private property!
Who dared lay a hand on her?!
However.
When he saw the situation in the courtyard clearly, especially the two Titled Douluo standing in the shadows.
Dai Mubai's arrogant expression instantly froze on his face.
Qian Mo withdrew his hand.
He turned around.
He looked at the blond youth who had barged in like a clown.
His eyes held amusement.
"Oh?"
"So this is that... lecherous tiger?"
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