Just Because You Think You Can Leave Alive?

The man cried out in pain and staggered back two steps. Luo Yun seized the chance to stand, but the moment he got up, a sharp pain shot through his back.

"Hiss!"

The fourth prisoner's blade had already sliced across his shoulder blade.

Blood welled up again.

Pain.

Agonizing pain.

Cold sweat covered Luo Yun's forehead. A large patch of his clothes was soaked with blood, sticking damply to his skin.

His left arm was bleeding, his back was bleeding, and the spot where his calf had been kicked was already swelling.

His whole body hurt.

When pain reached a certain point, emotion took the place of reason.

Luo Yun's breathing grew heavier and more hurried.

In his eyes, the last traces of restraint were fading away, little by little, replaced by something more primal.

"I hurt him!"

"I hurt him too!"

"I'm free! I'm finally free!"

The two prisoners were so excited they seemed to have gone mad. They dropped their weapons and turned to run for the door.

There was nothing else in their minds now. Just two words: freedom!

Luo Yun stood where he was, covered in blood.

His left hand hung at his side, blood dripping from his fingertips onto the ground, where it gathered into a small, dark-red pool on the stone floor.

Pain.

It hurt so much.

These people really deserved to die!

The fury in Luo Yun's eyes burned through the last layer of reason.

And became destruction.

Thud!

A dull sound rang out, like a knife sinking into a watermelon.

Of the two prisoners about to run out, the one on the left suddenly stopped.

He lowered his head and saw a length of purplish-black blade protruding from his abdomen. His blood coated the sword, its surface glinting dark red in the torchlight.

His mouth opened and closed, as if he wanted to say something, but only a muffled gurgle came from his throat.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth and dripped onto the ground.

His consciousness began to blur, and at last he collapsed, lifeless.

The scene fell silent in an instant.

The other prisoner turned around and watched the man fall. His pupils contracted.

"You..."

He never finished.

Luo Yun pulled out the Moon Eclipse Sword and turned. The purplish-black blade swept through the air in an arc, still spattered with fresh blood, and slashed toward the other prisoner's neck.

The prisoner had already thrown away his weapon and was completely powerless to fight back.

The blade flashed past. Blood gushed out at once.

He fell straight to the ground with a crash.

The remaining prisoners froze.

They all took a step backward, their hands trembling around their weapons.

"This... this..."

"How did this kid suddenly become like a different person?"

"Didn't he say we could leave if we hurt him? He's breaking his word!"

Clutching the Moon Eclipse Sword, Luo Yun walked toward them one step at a time.

Each step landed in a pool of blood with a sticky sound.

His voice was soft and cold.

"Just because you think you can leave alive?"

The prisoners exchanged glances.

Run, and they would die.

Fight, and they might still survive.

"Together!" one of them shouted, charging forward with his knife raised.

The others followed close behind.

Luo Yun met them head-on.

Sword light flashed, and the scene turned bloody.

A minute later.

Only one prisoner remained.

"Don't... don't kill me..."

"Please... don't kill me..."

Luo Yun looked at him, the sword tip aimed at his throat.

There was not a trace of emotion in his eyes.

He turned his wrist. The sword tip grazed the man's neck, and a thin line of blood appeared.

The man clutched his throat, eyes wide. At last, he fell to the ground.

The prison fell silent once more.

Everyone stared at the nine corpses sprawled across the floor, their limbs twisted in different directions, the blood staining the ground red.

Luo Yun stood among the bodies, covered in blood.

His face showed no expression.

"Your Highness, Young Master seems..." The adjutant's voice trembled. "Why does he seem like a completely different person all of a sudden?"

Luo Shang said nothing.

His eyes were fixed on Luo Yun.

He had seen this sight before.

In the Core Circle of the Star Dou Great Forest, Luo Yun had been possessed by that deity in just this way.

Was the Luo Yun standing there now still his son?

In the middle of the scene, Luo Yun moved.

He slowly turned toward Luo Shang and spoke.

"Father."

"I didn't let you down."

Luo Shang's lips curved into a relieved smile.

It was Xiao Yun.

It was his son.

Not that deity.

"Mm." Luo Shang nodded, his voice returning to its usual calm. "Let's go."

Luo Yun walked over to his father.

"Does it hurt?" Luo Shang asked.

"...Yes."

"Then we'll have your mother treat your wounds when we get back."

"It's fine. I can heal on my own." As he spoke, a green glow radiated from Luo Yun's left hand.

The Source of Life began to circulate.

It spread over Luo Yun's whole body at a visible speed.

Within a few breaths, most of Luo Yun's injuries had healed.

Seeing this, even Luo Shang couldn't help sighing.

His own son's fortunes really were heaven-defying!

Soon, just as the two were about to leave, Luo Shang paused. Without looking back, he said flatly, "Clean this up."

The adjutant immediately bowed. "Yes, Your Highness."

After watching Luo Shang and Luo Yun disappear at the top of the stairs,

the adjutant straightened up, his expression turning cold.

"Men."

He beckoned to the soldiers behind him. "Go after the one we just let out. Make sure there are no loose ends."

"Yes!"

Four soldiers acknowledged the order and hurried out of the prison.

On the highway outside Frost Ridge City.

The bespectacled man walked quickly, almost at a jog.

From time to time, he glanced back. Only after confirming that nobody was following him did he finally relax.

"I'm free," he muttered as he walked, his voice tinged with near-manic excitement.

"I'm finally free."

He had been locked up for six years.

Six years!

Every day, he ate spoiled food, slept on cold stone slabs, and breathed the stench of shit and piss.

He'd thought he would rot in that prison for the rest of his life. But who would have thought—

Who would have thought that King Frost Extreme would actually keep his word and let him go?

"Hahaha!"

He touched the dagger he had just picked up at his waist, a lecherous grin spreading across his face.

His mind was already making plans.

First, he'd find a household. A rich one would be best, but a poor one would do too. He'd fill his belly, then find a woman to have some fun with.

Six years locked up, six years without touching a woman.

He'd been pent up for far too long!!!

"I need to find a young one." The bespectacled man licked his cracked lips. "The younger, the better. Ideally..."

He never finished speaking.

A sudden chill ran across his neck.

The bespectacled man reached up to touch it and felt something warm and wet.

He looked down. His hand was covered in blood.

He tried to speak, but found that he couldn't make a sound.

Then he collapsed heavily to the ground.

Several shadows stood beside the corpse. After confirming he was dead, they turned and disappeared into the night.

As for the corpse—

They would leave it for the people tomorrow to deal with.

Inside the prince's manor.

Luo Yun walked down the corridor, his steps growing slower and heavier.

When he reached the back garden, Luo Yun suddenly stopped.

He went over to the side and crouched down.

Then... he threw up.