Douluo: One man returns, Fan Tianyin smashes Tang San to death

The surrounding walls emitted a faint blue light, and vaguely exuded a strange suction force, as if they could drain a person's soul power at any moment.

The limited space made everyone feel like they were walking on thin ice, especially Yang Shan, a powerful figure at the Title Douluo level, whose brows were furrowed and whose eyes were filled with anger and caution.

Yang Shan was tall and wore a dark gray robe, the hem of which trembled slightly with the fluctuations of his soul power.

His aura was calm and powerful. Even though he only used 80% of his strength, it still distorted the surrounding air and seemed to have a tendency to tear space apart.

He stared at Lu Yu, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes, but more so surprise.

This young man, barely in his early twenties, had a soul power level far inferior to his own, yet in the previous exchange, he had caused the young man's arm to go slightly numb and even forced him to retreat several feet.

This kind of power is something that ordinary Soul Douluos cannot achieve.

"Kid, you've got some skills."

Yang Shan's deep voice echoed in the corridor, tinged with resentment.

He raised his arm and gently moved his wrist, trying to relieve the tingling sensation.

In the exchange just now, Lu Yu's fist technique was exceptionally fierce, each punch carrying a peculiar rhythm, as if in harmony with the pulse of space, forcefully dissolving his soul power impact and even rebounding it.

Yang Shan secretly wondered if this kid already knew about the limitations of the space and was deliberately using this method to force him to restrain his strength. Lu Yu did not respond, but simply turned slightly to the side, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, but his fists were secretly clenched.

His gaze was calm as still water, yet it exuded an undeniable air of authority.

Standing beside him, Hu Liena frowned slightly, her soft sword trembling slightly, the tip pointing to the ground, ready to deal with any sudden change.

Her gaze swept between Yang Shan and the other Soul Masters, keenly capturing the changes in each person's expression.

Yang Shan's face grew increasingly gloomy.

As a titled Douluo, how could he have ever been provoked like this? If it weren't for the spatial limitations, he would have already gone all out and crushed this arrogant brat into dust.

But right now, every time he mobilizes his soul power, he can feel a strange suction force coming from the surrounding space, as if warning him: once he breaks through the limit, the entire space may collapse, he will lose all his soul power, and even his life will be in danger.

Just as Yang Shan hesitated about whether to take the risk, a deep voice came from the side: "Yang Shan, stop."

The speaker was a leader of the Myriad Races, a Soul Master of considerable strength.

He stood on one side of the aisle, his gaze deep, his face showing a mixture of weariness and composure.

The tone of the myriad races was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority.

His gaze swept over Lu Yu, then looked at the surrounding Soul Masters, and finally landed on Yang Shan.

Upon hearing this, Yang Shan raised an eyebrow, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes, but ultimately did not refute it.

He glared fiercely at Lu Yu, suppressing his anger, and slowly withdrew his soul power.

The oppressive feeling in the space immediately lessened, and the surrounding Soul Masters couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The judgment of all races was clear: Lu Yu's strength was unexpectedly formidable, and the limitations of this space prevented Yang Shan from unleashing his full power.

If they insist on taking action, they may not only destroy this place, but they themselves may also not be able to escape unscathed.

Lu Yu's gaze shifted slightly, landing on all the races.

He didn't speak, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

The calmness and decisiveness of all races made him secretly wary.

This person is clearly more adept at forbearance and scheming than Yang Shan.

After a brief silence, everyone's attention gradually turned to the area at the end of the corridor.

There, a dozen precious medicinal herbs emitted a faint glow under the blue light, and a rich medicinal fragrance permeated the air, making the eyes of every Soul Master present burn with fervor.

These medicinal herbs are priceless treasures, whether used for alchemy to improve cultivation or sold to powerful forces in exchange for resources.

In this resource-scarce region, these medicinal herbs are undoubtedly the greatest temptation.

The myriad races were the first to break the silence, their tone tinged with a hint of probing: "Lu Yu, although we are enemies, we share the same goal right now: to leave this place."

How about we each take what we need from these medicinal herbs?

His voice was neither humble nor arrogant, but his gaze remained fixed on Lu Yu, trying to guess the other party's intentions.

Upon hearing this, Lu Yu smiled slightly and shook his head: "First come, first served, that's the rule."

I'll take a portion first, and the rest you can divide equally.

His tone was calm, yet carried an unwavering firmness.

After saying that, he strode straight toward the medicinal herbs, his steps unhurried, as if he didn't care at all about the Soul Masters who were eyeing him covetously.

These words immediately created a tense atmosphere.

The expressions of the several Soul Masters from the Gara Empire changed drastically, especially the leader, the Soul Master with the sword, whose eyes flashed with anger.

He snorted coldly, stepped forward, and said in a deep voice, "First come, first served? Lu Yu, there are only two of you, while there are six of us! Why should you take them first? Whoever has the ability can take these medicinal herbs!"

Other soul masters from the Gara Empire echoed this sentiment, their eyes filled with greed and hostility.

They had the advantage in numbers and had two Soul Douluos in command, so they believed that even with spatial limitations, they could suppress Lu Yu.

Moreover, the value of these medicinal herbs was enough to make them take the risk.

The myriad races stood aside, their eyes flickering slightly, but they did not express their opinions.

His thoughts were clearly deeper: rather than making a move now, it would be better to wait until they left the space before taking action. At that time, with two Title Douluos by his side, Lu Yu would have no chance of turning the tide.

Seeing that all the races remained silent, the leading sword-wielding soul master assumed that he had tacitly agreed to his proposal, and his courage grew even stronger.

He turned to the myriad races and said loudly, "Brothers of the myriad races, how about we join forces? We'll only take forty percent afterwards, and the rest is yours!"

His voice carried a seductive undertone, attempting to rally all races to join him in this attack.

The myriad races shook their heads and said calmly, "I have no intention of getting involved."

"If you want to do it yourselves, then go ahead."

His tone was calm, yet it carried a hint of indifference.

The soul masters of the Gara Empire froze, clearly not expecting to be rejected so directly.

But the temptation of the medicinal herbs was too great. The leading sword-wielding soul master gritted his teeth, drew his longsword, and pointed it directly at Lu Yu: "Since that's the case, we'll do it ourselves! Lu Yu, hand over the medicinal herbs, or don't blame us for being impolite!"

Before he finished speaking, he charged towards Lu Yu first, followed closely by five Soul Masters.

The six people's auras merged into one, and their soul power surged in the narrow space, creating a sense of oppressive tension, like a storm brewing.

The leading swordsman, wielding a sword, displayed fierce swordsmanship, his sword light flashing like a bolt of lightning as he slashed towards Lu Yu, attempting to decide the outcome with a single blow.

Just then, Hu Liena let out a delicate shout, her figure flashing out like a ghost, her soft sword transforming into a streak of silver light, colliding fiercely with the opponent's sword light.

"Ding!"

A crisp metallic clang echoed through the corridor, sparks flying everywhere.

Hu Liena's swordsmanship was agile and precise, instantly neutralizing her opponent's attack and forcing the sword-wielding Soul Master to retreat several steps. Lu Yu also stopped holding back, drawing his sword with a dazzling light, and joined Hu Liena in facing the enemy.

The two swordsmen were perfectly coordinated, with no gaps between their sword moves, as if they had practiced them hundreds of times.

Although the Soul Masters of the Gara Empire outnumbered the others, they appeared somewhat flustered in the confined space.

Lu Yu's swordsmanship was fierce and swift, each strike carrying the force of thunder. Wherever the sword passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a piercing whistling sound.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

The sounds of swords clashing rang out one after another as Lu Yu and Hu Liena moved across the battlefield like two streaks of light.

Although the soul masters of the Gara Empire fought hard, they soon showed signs of defeat.

Especially the level 68 Soul Saint, facing Lu Yu's offensive, the tingling sensation in his arm became more and more intense, and several dents and bumps even appeared on his sword.

He gritted his teeth, trying to steady himself, but ultimately could not withstand Lu Yu's fierce attack.

"Look at the sword!"

Lu Yu shouted loudly, his sword momentum suddenly increased, and the sword light was like a dragon, fiercely slashing towards the Soul Saint.

The opponent raised his sword with all his might to block, but only a clang was heard.

With a loud bang, Soul Saint was blasted away along with his sword, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and immediately losing consciousness.

His sword was stuck diagonally in the ground, its blade trembling slightly, its silvery-white light particularly dazzling in the dim space.

The remaining Soul Masters' expressions changed drastically upon seeing this, and a hint of fear flashed in their eyes.

They looked at each other, their hands holding swords trembling slightly, and dared not step forward rashly any longer.

Lu Yu slowly sheathed his sword, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. His tone was calm yet carried an undeniable air of authority: "I do not wish to be your enemy, but if you insist on making things difficult for me, next time, you will not be injured, but will become a corpse."

His voice echoed in the corridor, carrying an invisible sense of oppression.

The Soul Masters of the Gara Empire lowered their heads and remained silent, their earlier arrogance completely gone.

The myriad races stood aside, their eyes slightly narrowed, secretly pondering: This Lu Yu is indeed not simple.

Once we leave this place, we'll make him pay the price.

Lu Yu turned around and walked straight to the medicinal herbs, carefully collecting them.

His movements were calm and focused, as if no threat existed around him.

Hu Liena stood beside him, her soft sword still in her hand, her eyes scanning the surroundings warily, ready to deal with any possible changes at any time.

Lu Yu stood in the medicinal herb storage area of ​​the underground palace. The air was filled with a faint fragrance of herbs, mixed with a hint of damp earth.

His gaze slowly swept over the surroundings. The shelves were filled with a wide variety of medicinal herbs, some emitting a soft glow, while others were plain and unadorned, like ordinary grass leaves forgotten by time.

He reached out and lightly touched a vibrant green herb with dewdrops clinging to its leaves. The touch was cool, as if he could feel the life force it contained.

His movements were unhurried, with an almost devout focus.

Hu Liena stood beside him, quietly watching him select medicinal herbs, a hint of curiosity flashing in her eyes.

Her figure appeared soft in the dim firelight, and her long red dress trailed softly on the ground.

She asked softly, "Lu Yu, do you have some special plan in mind when you choose these medicinal herbs?"

Her voice was clear and crisp, yet it carried a hint of probing.

Lu Yu smiled slightly, without raising his head, and continued to put a herb emitting a faint golden light into his soul tool. He said calmly, "These herbs are of excellent quality. If they can be properly refined, they may help us break through our bottleneck."

He paused, then turned his gaze to Hu Liena, a meaningful glint in his eyes. "The depths of the underground palace are fraught with danger. It's always better to be well-prepared."

Hu Liena nodded and didn't ask any more questions, simply following quietly beside Lu Yu.

Her gaze occasionally swept over the surroundings, where the Soul Masters were already beginning to stir, their eyes gleaming with greed.

The space where the medicinal herbs were stored was not large. The torchlight cast dappled shadows on the stone walls, illuminating anxious faces.

After Lu Yu finished selecting the last few medicinal herbs, he winked at Hu Liena and whispered, "Let's go, let's go deeper into the area."

The two turned around and walked steadily into the depths of the underground palace.

Seeing Lu Yu and Hu Liena leave, the Soul Masters behind them seemed to receive some kind of signal and rushed towards the medicine shelf.

Someone shouted, "Quick! Don't let all the good stuff be snatched up!"

Immediately afterwards, pushing and shoving and arguing erupted, and the scene instantly descended into chaos.

The medicinal herbs were roughly torn down, the shelves shook, and some people even fought over a rare spiritual herb. The shockwaves from the collision of soul power echoed in the underground palace, stirring up clouds of dust.

On the verge of chaos, Yang Shan stood aside, observing coldly.

His gaze frequently swept across the myriad races, focusing on the imposing man clad in a black robe.

The eyes of the myriad races held a hint of disdain, and the corners of their mouths turned up slightly, revealing a cold smile.

He said in a low voice, "These ants are fighting tooth and nail over a few medicinal herbs. It's ridiculous."

He turned to look at Yang Shan, his tone commanding, "Let's go, there's no need to get involved in this low-level squabble."

"That brat Lu Yu got the best medicinal herbs; we'll find a chance to intercept him later."

Yang Shan was slightly taken aback, then nodded and said in a low voice, "Yes, Lord of the Myriad Races."

He followed behind the myriad races, quietly leaving the medicinal herb storage area with a few subordinates, his steps light and quick, as if he were already used to obeying orders.

Their figures quickly disappeared into the dim passages of the underground palace, leaving only a cacophony of sounds of scrambling echoing behind them.

Lu Yu and Hu Liena did not go far.

After they rounded a narrow stone path, Lu Yu suddenly stopped and listened intently to the sounds behind him.

Seeing this, Hu Liena frowned slightly and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong? Is something the problem?"

Lu Yu shook his head, a faint smile playing on his lips: "It's nothing, just confirming that those people really did go and steal the medicinal herbs."

He paused, then turned his gaze to a thin man beside him, and said in a gentle tone, "Han Ke, lead the way."

Han Ke, a Soul Master whom Lu Yu had previously encountered at the medicinal herb storage area, was now standing beside him.

His face was slightly pale, and his clothes were stained with some dust and dried blood, indicating that he had experienced a lot of hardships in the underground palace.

He held a yellowed parchment in his hand, with intricate lines drawn on it, seemingly a map of the underground palace.

He nodded and said in a low voice, "Okay, Brother Lu, Sister Na, this way."

The three continued along the passage, and the light in the depths of the underground palace grew increasingly dim, with the torches only illuminating a few meters around them.

Ancient patterns are carved on the stone wall, like some kind of long-lost runes, exuding a faint chill.

There wasn't a trace of soul power fluctuation in the air, which caused Lu Yu to frown slightly. (End of Chapter)