Chapter 626: The Slaughter King Explodes in Fury, The Unrestrained Luo Yu!_1

The terrifying aura of the Slaughter King swept across the entire arena.

"Ping Pong!"

The sound of shattering glass rang out continuously.

It was because the spectators were trembling so violently that their Bloody Marys fell to the ground, blood splattered, and glass shards scattered in all directions.

All the spectators shivered, their teeth chattering non-stop, curling up in their seats.

They looked at the Slaughter King with terror, not daring to speak.

They couldn't help but curse internally.

What kind of bear heart or leopard's courage did this kid consume to be so daring as to provoke the Slaughter King so directly and simply?

Keep in mind that the Slaughter King can employ Soul Power.

No matter how sky-high your cultivation level may be, on the Slaughter King's territory, you wouldn't stand a chance against him.

In their hearts, everyone had already sentenced Luo Yu to death; no one believed he would leave this place alive today.

After all, here, the Slaughter King was the absolute ruler, his position unshakable.

Compared to the panic of the crowd, Luo Yu was surprisingly calm.

He stood there quietly, not even blinking.

Instead, he looked the Slaughter King up and down playfully, observing him with impunity.

Without a hint of reverence.

"I think you are very silly."

"If I were afraid of death, do you think I'd come to Slaughter City?"

Luo Yu's voice wasn't loud, but because it was so quiet around, all the spectators heard this remark.

They shuddered immediately.

Their flickering eyes focused on Luo Yu.

They marveled inwardly at what kind of deity had come to challenge the Slaughter King repeatedly.

Was he not afraid of dying on the spot?

The Slaughter King floated in mid-air, looking down at the ground, his body emitting a stench of blood.

That pale face radiated coldness.

In response to Luo Yu's dismissive tone, his blood-red eyes narrowed slightly.

He didn't immediately fly into a rage but instead calmed down a bit and asked in a deep voice:

"Kid, who's backing you that gives you the guts to talk to me like this?"

A look of surprise crossed Luo Yu's face.

"What are you talking about?"

"Do I need a backer to talk to you?"

"Hiss—"

The audience was utterly dumbfounded.

What was this kid trying to accomplish, never speaking unless to shock?

The Slaughter King's expression changed several times.

The aura from his body surged out wildly.

Crushing down towards the ground.

The spectators of weaker constitution were already bleeding from their mouths and noses, fainting.

Yet Luo Yu remained motionless, with a natural look on his face.

"Hm?"

The Slaughter King showed surprise on his face.

He was well aware of his own cultivation level.

A normal Titled Douluo would have to kneel under this pressure, so how could this kid still stand there unfazed?

All of a sudden, the Slaughter King laughed.

He laughed wildly.

"Good, very good indeed."

"To think that a fighter who earned a hundred victories in one breath is indeed extraordinary."

"Tell me, are you from the upper three families or from the Pope Hall?"

Luo Yu frowned slightly.

"There's no need to probe my background. If you want to fight, you can just do it."

Seeing the young man below so confident, the Slaughter King, sensing something abnormal, grew even more cautious.

He suppressed the rage in his heart.

He clapped his hands.

"Good, not bad at all, it's been a long time since I've seen a young person as spirited as you."

"Talk human," Luo Yu rebutted bluntly, showing no courtesy.

The Slaughter King's aura exploded, and the ground cracked with spiderweb-like fissures.

"To put it bluntly, I admire you!"

"You can work under my command. In Slaughter City, your power will be second only to mine."

"Money, women, power—you can indulge in them endlessly, much more freely than you can outside."

Luo Yu's mouth curved into a smile.

"Let me tell you a story."

"Once there was a beggar who boldly said to a passing emperor, 'Come beg with me, and you can eat whatever food you get to your heart's content.'"

The expressions of those in the audience were strange.

What on earth was this kid doing?

Pointing to the mulberry tree while cursing the locust tree?

Even the Slaughter King dares to make snide remarks?

No, that's not the point.

Some clever ones shook their heads, suddenly realizing a problem.

Just how strong a background and strength must one have to compare the Slaughter King to a beggar and himself to an emperor?

This is clearly looking down on the Slaughter King.

"Boom!"

The pitch-black sky above Slaughter City suddenly changed color, as streaks of blood-red lightning appeared.

Bloody black winds rose from the ground, lifting the remnants of limbs and bones.

The Slaughter King's face was grim and furious.

He gritted his teeth and glowered from above.

"Kid, what the hell are you talking about!"

The people in the stands were nearly scared out of their wits, but Luo Yu just shrugged, looking unconcerned.

"I'm kindly telling you a story."

"And you're getting angry with me?"

The Slaughter King trembled with rage, the skin on his face twitching continuously.

The Soul Power in his body surged to the extreme.

The ground was shaking.

"Kid, I'll give you one last chance,"

"Surrender and join me."

Luo Yu said with a smile, "I guess you really want to kill me right now, so why hold back?"

"Wouldn't it be better to let it all out?"

"Holding it in for too long can harm your health."

Shit, that's badass!!!

The audience was utterly shocked by Luo Yu's brazen actions.

They had never seen a man so brave in their lives, a little too vicious.

Others would not only speak softly to the Slaughter King but would immediately kneel with a plop.

This guy though, his words were even more infuriating than cursing directly at someone's face.

"Interesting, very interesting."

The Slaughter King let out a manic laugh, his blood-red eyes staring intently at Luo Yu.

"Don't worry, no matter who you are, I swear, today I will play you to death bit by bit."

Luo Yu's eyes flashed.

"Then stop the chatter and use whatever moves you've got."

"Isn't holding back just because you are a coward?"

The Slaughter King's eyelids twitched.

To be honest, it was indeed Luo Yu's unrestrained behavior that made him hesitate.

Otherwise, he would've punched Luo Yu to oblivion long ago.

"Where is Number Nine?"

The Slaughter King called out coldly.

"Your subordinate is here!"

"Boom!"

A towering black iron-like figure leaped from afar and crashed into the competition arena.

After the loud noise.

A large crater appeared on the ground.

A powerful Black Armored Knight emerged, his body three times wider than an average person, emitting a bloodthirsty aura, like a ferocious beast.

"Number Nine?"

The audience, some of whom were powerful experts, had their pupils shrink sharply.

They couldn't help exclaiming in surprise.

Clearly recognizing the newcomer.

"Who is Number Nine?" someone asked.

The answering voice carried through.

"Number Nine is a warrior who achieved a hundred victories a long time ago, chose not to leave, but was taken under the Slaughter King's command, having already reached the Titled Douluo's cultivation level."

"He is unfathomably strong."

The Slaughter King noted the fear in the audience.

A look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

He commanded harshly,

"Number Nine, kill this kid."

"Yes!"

The Black Armored Knight stomped his foot on the ground, his body erupting with blood-red light.

Nine Soul Rings rose from beneath him.

His white, lifeless pupils focused on Luo Yu.

Cold and merciless.

"For the insult to our king—"

"Death without pardon."