Six-Year-Old God of Slaughter! Luo Yun

Seeing Luo Yun approach with a sword in hand, those burly men were far from afraid; instead, they laughed.

The bald man laughed the most exaggeratedly, clutching his stomach as if he had just witnessed the greatest joke on earth.

"Hahahaha! Did you see that? This little brat has a sword! He wants to fight us!"

The bearded man laughed as well, rocking back and forth.

"Scar Brother, this little guy has quite the temper. I like it!"

"What's your name?" Luo Yun walked up to them, tilting his head back to look at the bald man.

The bald man bent down, thrusting his face toward Luo Yun, the stench of alcohol spraying onto the boy's face.

"What's the matter, little brat? Do you want to play with your master..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

The Moon Eclipse Sword pierced into the left side of his neck and exited through the right.

The blade ran clean through his throat, and blood gushed from both sides of the wound simultaneously, splattering across the bearded man's face.

The bald man's mouth remained open, his eyes wide, his expression still frozen in that mocking grin from a moment ago.

But in the next second, he was already breathless.

His entire body collapsed straight down, hitting the ground with a dull thud.

Blood surged from the wound on his neck, spreading across the ground and quickly forming a small pool.

The entire street fell silent.

Everyone was staring at the six-year-old child, at the purple-black longsword still dripping blood in his hand, and at the twitching corpse at his feet.

Luo Yun turned to look at the bearded man.

The smile on the bearded man's face had frozen; his mouth hung open, his eyes were wide as saucers, and his face was still smeared with the blood splattered from the bald man.

His lips trembled twice, emitting a vague syllable.

"You..."

Before he could finish, the Moon Eclipse Sword swept past.

A thin red line appeared on the bearded man's neck.

He, too, lost all sound and collapsed heavily to the ground.

The remaining men were scared out of their wits, scrambling away on their hands and knees.

Luo Yun did not pursue them; he simply stood there, the Moon Eclipse Sword hanging at his side, blood dripping from the tip onto the ground, one drop at a time.

He turned his head to look at the maid.

The maid stood there, her face pale, her lips trembling slightly. She looked at Luo Yun, wanting to say something, but her throat felt as if it were blocked by something, and she couldn't utter a single word.

Luo Yun looked at her and spoke.

"I don't need you anymore."

His voice was flat, as if he were speaking of something entirely trivial.

The maid opened her mouth, but in the end, she said nothing, turned, and walked away quickly.

She soon vanished into the crowd.

Luo Yun withdrew his gaze and turned to walk deeper into the inner city.

The people around him automatically cleared a path.

No one spoke, no one moved, and even their breathing was deliberately hushed.

As everyone watched that small figure disappear at the end of the street, the same thought surged through their minds: this child is a madman.

24-hour protection period?

He hadn't even lasted the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn.

Luo Yun walked along the streets of Slaughter City, the Moon Eclipse Sword already sheathed.

His steps were steady, neither fast nor slow, his back held straight.

There was no expression on his face—not the excitement of having just killed, nor the fear of a first-time murderer, but a calm, cold, and indifferent detachment.

It was as if the two people he had just killed were not human, but merely two stones blocking his path.

The people on both sides of the street watched him pass, their eyes filled with varying emotions.

Some were wary, some curious, some thoughtful, and some eager to test him, but no one dared to make a move.

Because they were uncertain.

Was this child truly strong, or was he just lucky?

In Slaughter City, it is best not to do things when you are uncertain.

Luo Yun walked for about half an hour before stopping in front of a tavern.

The tavern was small, with a crooked sign hanging above the door, bearing the two characters: "Blood Moon."

The door was open, and the sounds of rowdy voices and grating music spilled out from within.

He lifted his foot and stepped inside.

The tavern was packed, with almost every seat taken.

Seeing a small child walk in, everyone froze for a moment before turning their gazes toward him in unison.

Luo Yun ignored those stares, walked up to the bar, hopped onto a high stool, and sat down.

Behind the bar stood a one-eyed man, bald, with a face full of flab and an apron stained with grease wrapped around his chest.

He looked down at the six-year-old shrimp in front of him, his brow furrowing into a knot.

"Kid, we don't sell milk here." The one-eyed man's voice was coarse and laced with impatience.

"A glass of water," Luo Yun said.

The one-eyed man glared at him, turned to scoop a glass of water, and slammed it onto the bar, causing some of it to splash across the counter.

Luo Yun didn't mind; he picked up the glass and took a sip.

Just then, a raspy voice drifted over from the corner of the tavern.

"Little brat, were you the one who killed my brother on the street earlier?"

Luo Yun set down his glass and turned his head.

A gaunt man stood up from the corner.

The man wore black leather armor with two short blades hanging at his waist. His face was covered in scars, the most prominent being the one over his left eye, which stretched from his forehead to his cheekbone as if he had been split open by something.

He walked toward Luo Yun, his steps slow, his killing intent thickening with every stride.

The people in the tavern scrambled to move aside; no one wanted to get dragged into this.

Luo Yun watched him, not moving a muscle.

The man stopped in front of Luo Yun, looking down at him from his height.

"Are you here to avenge him?" Luo Yun asked.

The man's lips curled into a cruel smile.

"Avenge? No," he said. "I just think a six-year-old brat like you shouldn't be here."

Luo Yun looked into his eyes for two heartbeats.

Then, he smiled.

But there was no warmth in that smile, no kindness.

It was merely the polite smile one gives before killing someone.

"Many people say that."

He hopped off the chair, and the Moon Eclipse Sword slowly manifested from his palm.

The people in the tavern retreated further, clearing a space in the center.

The man's gray eyes locked onto the Moon Eclipse Sword in Luo Yun's hand, his pupils contracting slightly.

This sword reeked of such heavy bloodlust.

But he did not back down.

In Slaughter City, to take a step back was to die.

The man drew the two short blades from his waist, the edges glinting coldly under the dim red light. He crouched, assuming a combat stance, his gray eyes fixed firmly on Luo Yun.

Luo Yun watched him, not moving.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

The man moved.

He was fast, his two short blades thrusting toward Luo Yun's throat and heart in quick succession, the sound of the blades cutting through the air sharp and piercing.

He had practiced this move for over a decade and had killed countless people with it; every time he used it, it was a fatal strike.

But this time, his blades missed.

Luo Yun's body shifted to the side, a slight movement just enough to let the two blades graze past him.

The Moon Eclipse Sword swept upward in a fluid motion, the blade slicing across the man's wrists. Two fingers flew off with a spray of blood, clattering onto the floor.