Qian Renxue?

"By the way, send a few people over to clean this villa from top to bottom."

As soon as he finished speaking, several lackeys hurried over.

In Slaughter City, the weak do whatever the strong command.

That is the rule.

An hour later.

Luo Yun turned and walked into the villa, closing the door behind him.

Ever since arriving here, Luo Yun had been lounging in a chair reading, quietly waiting for the death-wish fools who came knocking every day.

For several days in a row, the number of soul masters who had died by his sword had reached two hundred, and for the past two days, no one had dared to come looking for trouble.

There were even rumors circulating in the Inner City that a six-year-old kid who called himself "King" was invincible in Slaughter City.

On this day, as Luo Yun was eating leisurely, he suddenly sensed something amiss. He frowned and looked toward the other side.

A blonde woman sat quietly eating to the side, surrounded by the corpses of countless men who had harbored malicious intentions.

"Who is she?"

Luo Yun was stunned. Why did this woman give him such a familiar feeling?

Had he seen her somewhere before?

He set down his bowl and chopsticks, stood up quickly, and walked toward Qian Renxue.

"You..."

Before Luo Yun could finish, a bone needle shot out abruptly from the darkness. Its speed was so fast it was nearly impossible to detect, heading straight for Luo Yun's throat.

Luo Yun's pupils constricted, and he immediately dodged to the side.

Swish!

The bone needle missed.

Luo Yun looked toward the dark corner with a cold expression. A black shadow stood there, a black longbow held in hand, aimed at him. The shadow let out a cold snort: "Kid, you've been far too arrogant lately."

"Dead men shouldn't meddle in other people's business!"

Luo Yun cast a contemptuous glance at the shadow.

The commotion here caught Qian Renxue's attention. She looked up and saw Luo Yun's back, her heart trembling.

It's him!

Qian Renxue stood up, her expression unchanging.

Luo Yun glanced at her once before turning his attention back to the man in black.

He then leaped, his body soaring into the air as he flew toward the assailant.

The man in black was startled and hurriedly drew his bow to aim.

An arrow flew out, emitting a piercing whistle as it tore through the air.

Luo Yun's speed was extreme; after a few leaps, he was already within arm's reach.

"Boom!"

"Bang!"

The man's bone arrow was cleaved in two and fell to the ground.

"What?"

The man in black widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

Luo Yun said nothing, throwing a punch directly into the man's stomach.

The man's abdomen caved in, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out.

Thud!

The man's body collapsed to the ground, stripped of any chance to resist.

"Speak, who sent you?"

Luo Yun looked down at the man, his eyes flashing with a cold glint.

To dare send someone to assassinate him so openly, the mastermind must hold significant status.

Could it be...

"Just kill me."

The man in black closed his eyes, refusing to look at Luo Yun again, as if he had long since foreseen this outcome.

"The King of Slaughter, is it?"

Luo Yun sneered: "Then I'll grant you your death right now!"

A trace of killing intent emerged.

"Swish!"

A cold gleam flashed past!

"Gurgle~ gurgle~"

Bright red brain matter trickled down the neck and splattered onto the floor, forming a pool of crimson blood.

Inside Slaughter City, within a lavish palace, the King of Slaughter sat alone in the great hall.

"Master, we have investigated the matter."

A middle-aged man walked in from outside the hall and spoke respectfully.

The King of Slaughter snorted coldly, his face filled with killing intent. "Useless trash!!"

"Please calm your anger, Master!"

The middle-aged man hurriedly explained, "That subordinate never revealed Master's title. The boy was only guessing."

The King of Slaughter's expression eased slightly. In a calm tone he said, "Forget it. Arrange for him to complete a hundred consecutive wins as soon as possible and send him away."

Inside the tavern.

Luo Yun and Qian Renxue met each other's gaze; both felt as though they had seen the other somewhere before.

Yet neither gave it further thought.

Luo Yun sheathed Moon Eclipse Sword, flicked the blood from the blade, and turned to walk out of the tavern.

The black-clothed man's corpse still lay on the floor, blood continuing to seep from the wound at his neck.

The tavern patrons were long accustomed to such sights. Not one spared the body a glance as they resumed drinking, gambling, and flirting.

That was Slaughter City.

The dead were the least valuable thing here.

Luo Yun stepped through the tavern doors and headed toward the villa.

"Wait."

A voice called from behind.

Luo Yun did not stop.

He continued forward at an unhurried pace.

"I said, wait."

The voice rang out again, closer this time.

Luo Yun could sense someone approaching from behind, footsteps light and nearly silent against the flagstones.

Still he did not halt.

He disliked trouble.

And in this place, anyone who approached of their own accord was trouble.

The footsteps behind him suddenly quickened—one step, two steps, three steps.

A golden figure flashed past his side, circled in front of him, and blocked his path.

Luo Yun finally stopped.

He raised his head and looked at the person before him.

Golden hair, azure eyes, features so exquisite they seemed to have stepped out of a painting.

She wore a simple golden outfit without any extra adornments, yet the innate nobility in her bearing was etched into her very bones and could not be concealed.

Luo Yun studied her carefully.

Not because she was beautiful, but because the aura she carried reminded him of someone.

Moreover, he had met that person—by the river in Star Dou Great Forest, on that afternoon.

The one called Xue Qinghe, crown prince of Heaven Dou.

No. That was wrong.

Xue Qinghe was male; the person standing before him was female.

Yet those eyes... that demeanor... that innate, effortless regal bearing that needed no deliberate display.

Luo Yun's brows furrowed slightly, but he did not dwell on it.

In this place, those who thought too much died the fastest.

"Move aside," he said, voice flat.

Qian Renxue did not move.

She stood there, azure eyes gazing at the child whose head barely reached her chest, the corners of her mouth curving upward ever so slightly.

The curve was faint, so faint it was barely discernible as a smile.

"You are the Frost Cloud King?" she asked.

Luo Yun did not answer.

"Six years old, entered Slaughter City a month ago, and have already completed forty-seven matches without a single defeat. Outside the arena, you have killed over two hundred desperadoes. Five days ago, you seized a detached villa in the east of the city, killed the original owner, yet left the two maids untouched." Qian Renxue's voice was unhurried, as if she were reciting a resume. "The Inner City is abuzz with rumors that a little brat calling himself a king is invincible in Slaughter City."

She paused, the curve of her lips widening slightly.

"But I also heard that your father is King Frost Extreme."

Luo Yun's eyes finally showed a flicker of movement.

It was not surprise, but vigilance.

In Slaughter City, no one knew of this identity.

Luo Yun stared into Qian Renxue's eyes.

"What are you trying to say?" Luo Yun's voice grew a few degrees colder.