One Sword Instant Kill, Luo Shang's Timely Intervention

Ma Hongjun opened his mouth and spat out a scorching Phoenix Fire Line, which lunged straight toward Luo Yun's face.

Wherever the flames passed, the air twisted and warped; the edges of the carpet on the floor were scorched, emitting a foul, acrid stench.

The temperature of the fire line was astonishingly high; let alone a six-year-old child, even an adult would have their skin peeled off if struck by it.

Someone in the lobby couldn't help but cry out in alarm.

The receptionist covered her eyes, not daring to look.

Several guests turned their heads away, unable to bear the sight of the little beggar rolling on the ground in agony.

This child is finished.

The same thought flashed through everyone's minds.

However, several seconds passed.

The imagined screams did not ring out.

The crowd looked back.

Luo Yun was still standing in the same spot.

The Moon Eclipse Sword was held horizontally before him, its blade blocking all the flames.

The dark red fire split into two streams before the blade, flowing past either side of his body without a single spark touching his clothes.

Ma Hongjun's mouth was agape, flames still spewing out.

Blocked? Completely?

A soul skill, blocked by a little brat without a soul ring, using a broken sword?

Subconsciously, he increased his soul power output, making the flames fiercer and more intense until the air crackled and popped.

Luo Yun remained motionless.

With the Moon Eclipse Sword held horizontally before him, he didn't even sway, no matter how hard the flames impacted.

The lobby fell completely silent.

Everyone was stunned.

The receptionist peeked through her fingers, then lowered her hands, her mouth forming an "O" shape.

Dai Mubai's smile froze on his face, and for the first time, shock appeared in his heterochromatic eyes.

He knew exactly how powerful the fatty's Phoenix Fire Line was.

Even he wouldn't dare to take this move head-on.

Yet this little beggar, without even a soul ring, had blocked it purely with a sword.

Dai Mubai's expression darkened.

Luo Yun stood amidst the flames, his face expressionless.

He could feel the Moon Eclipse Sword vibrating with excitement.

Ever since awakening this martial soul, Luo Yun had never used it.

But his intuition told him that the power of this sword far exceeded the Sun Corona!

Luo Yun's grip on the hilt tightened slightly.

He swung his sword!

The Moon Eclipse Sword shifted from its defensive stance into a horizontal sweep, carving an arc through the air. A purple-black sword aura flew from the blade, carrying destructive thunder as it surged toward Ma Hongjun.

Ma Hongjun's pupils shrank to the size of needle points.

His Evil Fire was still stuck in his throat, and he had no time to dodge.

The terror of death welled up in his heart.

"Boss Dai, save me!!!"

Ma Hongjun shrieked, instinctively closing his eyes.

The next second, an ice-blue light flashed.

Luo Shang vanished from the sofa.

When he reappeared, he was already standing in front of Ma Hongjun, Frost Cold Sword in hand, with nine soul rings rising beneath his feet.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red.

They rotated slowly around him, circle by circle, radiating the aura of a Titled Douluo.

The Frost Cold Sword met the Moon Eclipse sword aura.

There was no explosion.

The moment the purple-black sword aura touched the Frost Cold Sword, ice-blue frost spread across the entire aura until it turned into an icicle, suspended in mid-air.

Luo Shang flicked his wrist, and the icicle shattered into countless tiny shards of ice, falling to the ground.

The lobby was in complete shambles.

No one dared to make a single sound.

Everyone remained in their previous positions, frozen in place.

They stared blankly at the nine soul rings beneath Luo Shang's feet.

Especially that vivid, crimson hundred-thousand-year soul ring.

A Title Douluo!

The man lounging on the sofa was a Title Douluo!

Dai Mubai's complexion shifted drastically.

A Title Douluo.

Within the entire continent, the number of Title Douluos could be counted on one hand.

How could a powerhouse of this caliber appear in a small place like Soto City? And why would he be staying in a hotel like this with a child?

That little beggar—no, that boy—his father was a Title Douluo.

And those things he had just said...

Luo Shang's brows furrowed.

He looked at the shattered ice crystals on the floor, then at the Moon Eclipse Sword in Luo Yun's hand, his gaze darkening.

The power of that strike.

It was enough to claim the life of that chubby boy.

If he hadn't intervened, there would be a corpse lying on the floor right now.

"Xiao Yun." Luo Shang's voice was low, yet carried a distinct sternness.

Luo Yun gripped the Moon Eclipse Sword, his fingers trembling slightly.

That impulse for destruction had been clouding his mind.

He took a deep breath, forcing down the urge, and looked up at Luo Shang.

"...I was wrong." His voice was small, but earnest. "I lost control."

Luo Yun looked down at his right hand, which had retracted the Moon Eclipse Sword, his brows slightly knit.

This sword was completely different from the Sun Corona.

The Sun Corona felt warm, gentle, and reassuring to use.

The Moon Eclipse was like... like a demon; if one wasn't careful, it would interfere with their mind.

Luo Shang glanced at him, said nothing more, and turned to walk toward the sofa.

Behind him, Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun stood rooted to the spot, motionless.

Ma Hongjun's legs were shaking uncontrollably, and even his Evil Fire had been frightened into submission.

When that purple-black sword aura had flown toward him just now, he had truly thought he was going to die.

That fear of death and instinctual dread.

Dai Mubai was no better off than him.

On the surface, he appeared composed, but a closer look would reveal his body was also trembling slightly.

A Title Douluo.

And not just an ordinary Title Douluo.

That was a Title Douluo who possessed a hundred-thousand-year soul ring!

A powerhouse of this level was someone even the royal family of the Star Luo Empire would have to treat with the utmost respect.

And he had just called the son of a Super Douluo a "little beggar"?

Dai Mubai's throat tightened, and he swallowed hard.

His behavior just now had been utterly foolish.

Just then.

The hotel's front door was pushed open from the outside.

A middle-aged man wearing glasses walked in.

He wore a dark robe and had a lean build; there was a scholarly air about his face, but the eyes hidden behind his lenses were sharp, clearly belonging to someone who had seen the world.

He held a book in his hand, looking as if he had just returned from outside.

He looked up, and the first thing he saw was the chaotic mess of the lobby.

Shattered ice, overturned tables and chairs, and fragments of a chandelier that had fallen from the ceiling.

Then, his gaze landed on Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun.

"Mubai? Hongjun?"

Flender's brows furrowed as he strode over, his gaze sweeping across the two of them. Only after confirming they were uninjured did he let out a slight sigh of relief.

Then, his eyes turned toward Luo Shang.

Luo Shang had already risen from the sofa and was tucking the room key into his robe.

Although his spirit ring had been retracted, the lingering aura of that hundred-thousand-year spirit ring still made one's heart shudder.

Flender's footsteps faltered.

He scrutinized the man before him with intense focus.

That was not the physique of a pampered noble; it was the lean, hardened frame of someone who had spent years on the battlefield, living life on the edge of a blade.