Douluo Continent: Starting with the Tiger Emperor Template

The sword light, like a bolt of lightning, accompanied by a chilling sound of air being torn apart, pierced straight towards the face of the Seven-Ring Soul Saint.

Ji Juechen's sword was always only for offense, never for defense. He poured all his Soul Emperor-level Soul Power into the sword, and the silver-white blade gleamed with a faint golden light, forcing the Soul Saint to raise his hand to block.

"clang!"

The sharp, metallic clang was deafening.

The Soul Saint's hastily summoned defensive soul shield was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks. He was forced back three steps by the sword energy, and the bluestone slab beneath his feet shattered, sending debris flying everywhere.

"Such powerful swordsmanship."

A hint of surprise flashed in the Soul Saint's eyes, and he dared not underestimate the seemingly young Soul Emperor in front of him.

He took a deep breath and took out several high-level soul tools from his waist.

The power of a level seven soul master was fully displayed at this moment. A metal ball the size of a fist was thrown into the air and instantly unfolded into a hexagonal light shield.

Various colored lights flickered and intertwined around the Soul Saint, and each soul tool emitted a breathtaking energy fluctuation.

Ji Juechen's expression remained unchanged, and his swordplay became even more ferocious. His silver-white longsword drew arc after arc of sword energy in the air, each strike precisely aimed at the Soul Saint's vital points.

Jing Ziyan moved around him, using her soul tool to assist Ji Juechen and block the Soul Saint's retreat.

However, the gap between the seventh and sixth ring roads cannot be bridged by mere momentum.

After the seventh-level Soul Master stabilized his position, several Soul Guidance Devices unleashed their power simultaneously. A hexagonal light shield blocked Ji Juechen's slash, and two thick energy pillars shot out from the Soul Guidance Cannon, forcing Jing Ziyan back. At the same time, three Soul Guidance Cannonballs attacked the two from the flanks like venomous snakes.

Ji Juechen swung his sword and cleaved two cannonballs in two. The third one grazed his left arm before exploding violently.

Jing Ziyan was unable to dodge in time and was hit by the aftershock of the explosion, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

Their offensive began to falter, and their faces turned pale, but at the same time, they fought with increasing ferocity.

the other side.

"Attack together!"

Wang Shaojie roared angrily, pointing at Lu Ren.

Apart from the Soul Saint who was entangled by Ji Juechen and his companion, the remaining two Soul Emperors and four Soul Kings simultaneously released their Martial Souls, their Soul Rings weaving together to form a dazzling light curtain.

"You absolutely must not touch Meng Hongchen!" Xu Mochen shouted loudly.

As a direct descendant of the royal family, he understood the weight of the Mingde Hall Master better than anyone else.

Offending Jing Hongchen's granddaughter would have consequences he couldn't bear.

Just as Meng Hongchen was about to make a move, Lu Ren's voice came from behind:

"Don't get involved. I don't want to waste my time protecting you."

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already disappeared from the spot.

Wang Shaojie felt a cold breeze sweep across the back of his neck, his pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively turned around.

Then he saw a fist smash into his abdomen.

"puff!"

The punch caused the contents of his stomach to churn, and Wang Shaojie flew backward like a flattened shrimp, vomiting a sour, foul-smelling liquid.

His body rolled several times on the ground before stopping, lying face down in the rubble, looking extremely disheveled.

"Suppress him from a distance! Don't let him get close!" a Soul Emperor roared.

Several remote soul tools simultaneously locked onto Lu Ren, unleashing a torrential downpour of energy beams. Blue rays, red bombs, and white shockwaves intertwined to form an impenetrable net of fire, sealing off all escape routes.

Lu Ren did not dodge. Instead, he raised his right hand, put his fingers together, and slashed to his side.

The invisible slashes spread outwards from him, each slash precisely cutting through the trajectory of each long-range soul tool, while also directly slicing through the soul tools in their hands.

"Click, click..."

The soul tools exploded one after another, and metal fragments were scattered all over the ground, gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

The weapons in the hands of the several Soul Kings were reduced to half of their handles, and their faces were filled with disbelief.

"The soul tool is quite good." Lu Ren glanced at the dumbfounded soul masters, his tone indifferent, "It's a pity the people using it are incompetent."

"roar!"

A dragon's roar resounded.

Xu Mochen was enveloped in a purple-gold destructive power, and his martial soul, the Purple Radiance Annihilation Dragon, was fully unleashed.

His arms were covered in dragon scales, with sharp dragon claws growing from his fingertips. His back was slightly arched, and his whole body exuded a violent and oppressive aura.

The Purple Emperor Annihilation Dragon is the inherited martial spirit of the Sun and Moon Royal Family, and it shares the same origin as the current Crown Prince Xu Tianran. This martial spirit endows him with combat power far exceeding that of his peers, and also allows him to firmly hold the top position in the disciplinary team.

Unfortunately, his cultivation level was still too shallow; at the Soul Emperor level, he was no match for Lu Ren.

Xu Mochen stomped his feet hard on the ground, shattering the bluestone slabs into pits.

His body shot out like a cannonball, his right claw whistling as it tore through the air, heading straight for Lu Ren's face.

The purple-gold destructive power condensed into five sharp blades of light at the tip of the claw, each capable of slicing through fine steel.

Lu Ren didn't even glance at him. He then unleashed a series of punches with his right hand, each punch landing precisely on the point of force of the dragon claw.

Fists and claws clashed, producing a dull metallic clang. Xu Mochen's attacks surged like a tide, but Lu Ren's fists stood firm like a reef, blocking each attack a foot away.

At the same time, Lu Ren casually brushed a stray hair from his forehead with his left hand.

The posture was as if he were taking a stroll in his own backyard.

Xu Mochen's face turned bright red. He tried his best, swinging his claws alternately, leaving afterimages in the air, but he couldn't even touch the hem of the other person's clothes.

In the end, Lu Ren slapped him across the face.

This palm strike used no technique, only pure physical strength, and landed directly on Xu Mochen's head.

Xu Mochen was hit like a charging rhinoceros, his whole body flipped in the air and crashed face down into the ground.

The bluestone slab shattered, dust flew everywhere, and his body was embedded in the pit. His limbs twitched a few times and then fell silent.

It looks like he was knocked unconscious.

Jing Hongchen, who was secretly observing, felt his eyelids twitch upon seeing this scene and couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"Goodness, don't kill Xu Mochen. His father is a prince, after all. It'll be a real hassle to deal with him."

Lu Ren ignored them. He glanced at the people lying haphazardly on the ground. Wang Shaojie was still retching, several Soul Kings and Soul Emperors were groaning while clutching their wounds, and Xu Mochen was unconscious, embedded in the rubble.

Blood-red lines began to appear around his right eye.

Crimson Blood Technique - Crimson Scales Leap.

A rich aura of blood surged from his body, condensing into a thin layer of pale red mist around him. His soul power and spell power merged perfectly at this moment, and his aura rose steadily, subtly overshadowing everyone present.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Ren's figure weaved through the crowd, each pause accompanied by a muffled thud and a figure flying backward.

In the first second, the three Soul Kings were simultaneously struck in the chest, spitting out blood as they flew several feet away like kites with broken strings.

In the second, another Soul Emperor was left trying to join forces to counterattack. Lu Ren dodged the punch thrown by the man and slammed his right elbow into the man's ribs. The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.

In the third second, the last Soul King turned to escape, but Lu Ren raised his hand and pointed a finger at the back of his neck. The man's body stiffened, and he fell straight down.

Three seconds later, Lu Ren stopped.

Behind him, the last Soul King clutched his chest and collapsed to the ground.

From Wang Shaojie to Xu Mochen, from Soul King to Soul Emperor, everyone lost their fighting ability in this outbreak.

They were all Soul Masters; once Lu Ren closed the distance, the outcome was predictable…

"You can't hold on any longer, let me take over."

Lu Ren turned his head and looked at the battlefield on Ji Juechen's side.

The situation for Ji Juechen and Jing Ziyan is indeed not good right now.

Both of them had new wounds. Ji Juechen's left sleeve was torn in half, revealing the burned skin underneath.

Blood trickled from the corner of Jing Ziyan's mouth, and her body was covered in wounds.

The seventh-level soul master fought with increasing ferocity, unleashing the power of several high-level soul tools in turn. After the hexagonal light shield blocked Ji Juechen's slash, it immediately rebounded with a shockwave.

Not only that, his level-seven soul tool fired continuously, forcing Jing Ziyan to retreat repeatedly.

Ji Juechen gritted his teeth, wanting to rush again, but Jing Ziyan pulled him back and shook her head.

The two exchanged a glance, then retreated simultaneously, dragging their battered bodies to Lu Ren's side.

The Soul Saint stopped his attack, his gaze passing over them and landing on Xu Mochen, who was lying on the ground, his face bruised and swollen, unconscious.

His expression changed.

"You dare hurt him?" His voice was low and laced with suppressed anger. "His father is a prince!"

"So what?" Lu Ren said calmly. "I don't care."

He took a step forward.

At this moment, the blood energy in his body completely erupted.

The red mist spread outwards, forming a red shadow beneath his feet. The aura far exceeded the scope of a Soul Master, and even the seventh-level Soul Master opposite him felt the pressure.

Ji Juechen's pupils contracted slightly. This power... was stronger than before.

Jing Ziyan subconsciously took half a step back and murmured:

"This is not the kind of aura a Soul Master should have..."

The Soul Saint's expression turned completely serious.

He slowly raised the level seven long-range soul tool in his hand, its dark muzzle aimed at Lu Ren.

Energy condensed inside the cannon barrel, emitting a low hum, and the air around the muzzle began to distort.

To be honest, the sense of danger this young man posed to him was stronger than that of the two Soul Emperors combined.

"You, a Soul Master, have actually managed to raise your power to this level." His voice was deep, carrying a hint of apprehension that even he himself didn't realize. "But I don't believe you can withstand a level seven Soul Tool!"