Douluo Continent: Starting with the Tiger Emperor Template

The corpse shattered into pieces under the blows, its bones turning into bone fragments, its flesh into blood mist, and its black robe into rags.

In just a few breaths, the corpses scattered all over the ground were cut into wisps of blood mist, leaving not even a single intact bone behind.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Ren activated the soul power and spell power within his body, mixing them together and spreading them outwards from himself as the center.

Two distinct energies intertwined to form an invisible net that enveloped the entire courtyard.

The bloodstains on the ground evaporated rapidly under the wash of soul power, and the knife marks on the wall became blurred and indistinct due to the erosion of curse power, as if they had undergone natural weathering over decades of wind and rain.

The residual soul energy fluctuations in the air were covered, neutralized, and erased by his own energy.

Even the faint spiritual light remaining after the souls were exorcised was completely dissipated under the erosion of the curse power.

All traces, scents, and marks were completely wiped away within a quarter of an hour.

The entire courtyard seemed as if no one had ever been there.

Only the faint smell of blood lingering in the air silently tells the story of what once happened here.

But even this smell of blood quickly dissipated in the wind and disappeared completely in a few moments.

Ji Juechen stood at the entrance of the courtyard and witnessed the entire process from beginning to end.

He watched as Lu Ren cleaned up the entire scene with an almost infuriatingly skillful technique.

This made his eyelids twitch.

"Why not just use fixed-position soul-guided shells to blow it all up?"

He couldn't help but ask.

Lu Ren didn't even turn his head:

"The fixed-position soul-guided shells didn't clean up as well as I could myself."

His tone was calm, but his hands never stopped moving. The final slash shot out from his fingertips, cutting the small patch of blood left on the trellis into particles invisible to the naked eye.

Ji Juechen remained silent for a moment.

Indeed, while fixed-mount soul-guided shells are incredibly powerful, the explosions leave too many traces.

Residual soul power, metal fragments, and traces of the shockwave from the explosion.

Those things are easily recognizable to experienced trackers.

Lu Ren's method of handling things truly leaves nothing behind.

It was as clean as if it had been erased with an eraser.

"Let's go."

Lu Ren patted non-existent dust off his hands and turned to walk out of the courtyard.

"We're pressed for time and have a heavy mission today; we need to take down at least a few more strongholds."

"Then help me reach level 50."

Ji Juechen gripped the silver-white longsword in his hand and nodded honestly.

"oh."

Then he started walking and obediently followed behind Lu Ren.

Soon, night fell.

As dusk settled over Mingdu, the bustling commercial district teemed with people, and the orange glow of the streetlights illuminated the streets as if it were daytime.

Unbeknownst to anyone, a silent hunt was unfolding in the shadows of the great city of Mingdu.

On this day, Lu Ren, who could sense a large source of magical power, led Ji Juechen to wipe out eight strongholds of the Holy Spirit Cult.

Each stronghold is overseen by an elder at the Soul Saint level, accompanied by several Soul Emperors and Soul Kings as protectors, as well as a large number of lower-level followers at the Soul Sect level.

This is a force to be reckoned with for any party.

But in front of Lu Ren, these evil soul masters who terrified countless people were nothing more than walking experience packs.

The guardians at the Soul Emperor level were basically all left to Ji Juechen to handle.

This sword fanatic grew stronger with each life-or-death battle.

His silver-white longsword was stained with black, evil blood, and the blade was corroded with mottled marks, but his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

At first, it took dozens of rounds to kill a Soul Emperor, but later it only took three or five sword strikes to take the enemy's life.

With his cultivation level of 62, he would not be at a disadvantage even when facing a high-level Soul Emperor of 69.

His sword intent was honed to become increasingly sharp in the continuous life-and-death battles, each strike faster and each sword light more piercing than the last.

As for the Soul Saint, Lu Ren will have to solve the problem.

The method is also simple and crude.

Whenever he encountered a Soul Saint, Lu Ren would immediately unleash his domain without saying a word.

Once the Demon-Subduing Chef is activated, the domain completely envelops the Soul Saint. The guaranteed hit effect, combined with endless soul slashes, shreds the opponent's Martial Soul True Body inch by inch from head to toe.

Within twenty seconds, one after another, the revered Soul Saint Elders in the Holy Spirit Cult strongholds were reduced to a cloud of blood mist, leaving not even a remnant soul.

Otherwise, they would resort to assassination.

They stealthily crept deep into the stronghold, found the secret chamber where the Soul Saint was in seclusion, then reversed the spell to release it outwards, disguising the warm positive energy as ordinary soul power fluctuations, and let it seep into the gaps in the opponent's protective soul power. Then they forcibly poured it into their bodies through the holes in their noses and ears.

The moment positive energy touches the body of an evil spirit master, it's like concentrated sulfuric acid being splashed on the skin of an ordinary person.

Their soul power and evil aura of martial spirit evaporated wildly under the scouring of positive energy. Their martial spirit began to disintegrate, their meridians began to shrink, and their whole body felt as if it had been set on fire from the inside.

But this method is too risky.

When facing the fourth Soul Saint, Lu Ren had just sneaked into the secret room and hadn't even had time to release the Reversal Technique when the opponent suddenly woke up and instantly activated his Seven-Ring Martial Soul True Body, unleashing a deadly attack.

If Lu Ren hadn't reacted quickly enough to immediately deploy his domain and block the fatal attack, he probably would have been seriously injured.

From then on, Lu Ren gave up the idea of ​​assassination.

With a difference of two major realms, his methods of concealing his aura could not ultimately escape the perception of a Soul Saint. Rather than risk a sneak attack, it was better to crush him head-on.

Fortunately, the Demon-Slaying Chef never disappointed him.

On this single day, Lu Ren killed eight Soul Saints using his domain.

Although the amount of spell power and soul power consumed in expanding a domain is very large, and under normal circumstances, it is difficult for a sorcerer to expand a domain multiple times in a day, in Lu Ren's case, there is no difference between the soul power and spell power he consumes, and the amount consumed is as if it is nothing to him.

Those elders who had lorded it over the Holy Spirit Church for years were like lambs to the slaughter before his domain, unable to put up any decent resistance, and were cut to pieces by endless attacks.

As for those lower-level followers at the Soul Sect and Soul King levels, they don't even have the qualifications to make him take action.

With a few casual slashes, they fell in swathes like wheat being harvested, and were even cut into pieces.

However, with the stronghold guarded by Contra, Lu Ren dared not touch it for the time being.

The gap between an eight-ring Soul Douluo and a seven-ring Soul Saint is far greater than the gap between a seven-ring and a six-ring Soul Douluo.

A Contra-level evil soul master not only possesses greater soul power, but is also highly likely to use their Martial Soul True Body to withstand the Demon-Subduing Chef's slash.

After all, the Demon-Subduing Chef's spell performance is relatively poor, and it can't compare to the Boundless Void or anything like that. Without sufficient numerical support, it would be too risky to rashly challenge the Contra.

Although Lu Ren was confident, he was never arrogant; he was just afraid of failing when playing Contra.

He knew exactly where his limits were and wouldn't gamble his life for that tiny, insignificant chance of winning.

Without absolute certainty, he would never dare to touch a being at the level of a Soul Douluo.