Two days later.
A fair, clean hand pushed open the door of the tavern in Slaughter City's outer city.
Qian Renxue stood in the doorway. Dozens of gazes fell on her at once, filled with greed, wariness, and lust.
But she ignored them, walked straight to the bar, and tossed down a Gold Soul Coin.
"One fresh Bloody Mary, less sugar, extra ice, please."
The server froze for a moment, then turned and brought a glass of dark red liquid out of the kitchen, steam still rising from its rim.
Qian Renxue looked at the glass and frowned slightly. "I said extra ice. Are you trying to scald me to death?"
The server's gaze turned cold. "Customer, you're here to make trouble, aren't you?"
"Correct!"
Three minutes later.
No one in the tavern remained alive.
Qian Renxue made her way into the passage with practiced ease. At the iron door at its end, two black-armored knights blocked her path.
Qian Renxue raised her hand, and the Angel Holy Sword formed in her palm. Sword light flashed, and both suits of black armor, along with the bodies inside them, split down the middle and crashed to the ground.
Qian Renxue displayed her Identity Card and met no further obstruction. Those who had attained the Slayer title could return to Slaughter City at any time and were no longer bound by the rule prohibiting Soul Skills.
She stepped into the inner city, where crowds surged. There were still people foolish enough to follow her, bloodthirsty, greedy light flickering in their eyes.
Qian Renxue ignored them. The Angel Domain and Divine Slaughter's Domain spread silently beneath her feet.
The halo expanded outward. The fallen who strayed too close were touched by its sacred burning power and let out piercing screams, their skin charring