Douluo Continent: Starting with the Tiger Emperor Template

Their faces were full of confusion.

What is the name of this move?

Soul skill or curse?

Or is it some kind of psychological attack?

They had never heard of any ability being activated with such absurd terminology.

But the next second, the confusion on their faces instantly turned into another expression.

Because... their stomachs reacted.

It felt like a living creature was rampaging through my intestines, causing a churning sensation.

The impulse came without warning, but in an instant it escalated to an almost uncontrollable level.

Their legs began to weaken uncontrollably, their knees bent slightly, the muscles on the inside of their thighs tightened desperately, and their whole bodies trembled incessantly.

They forcefully suppressed the urge to release.

After all, he was a Soul Saint level expert, whose control over his body far exceeded that of ordinary people.

Even though the spell directly affected their physiological functions, they still managed to hold onto their last line of defense through sheer willpower.

But that impulse kept growing stronger.

Like the rising tide, wave after wave crashed against the dam of their will.

"Oh no, I need to go to the bathroom..."

The burly Soul Saint's face changed from a rosy complexion to a liverish color, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"You want to too? I want to too..."

The gaunt Soul Saint was in no better condition.

His thin face was contorted in pain, his cheekbones more prominent than usual, and his dark green pupils were filled with agony and disbelief.

As Lu Ren looked at the two of them in such a disheveled state, the snake-eye curse marks on the corners of his mouth slowly faded, and the fang marks on his tongue gradually disappeared.

He crossed his arms, a half-smile playing on his lips, as if he were watching an amusing performance. Or perhaps he was simply curious to see just how effective the spell would be.

"Why would you leave? As the saying goes, guests are always welcome. I'm a very hospitable person. We've finally got guests, and you're the first ones we've ever served. How could I possibly let you leave so easily?"

His tone was light and casual, as if he were trying to persuade an old friend to stay a little longer.

But there was not a trace of a smile in the depths of those clear eyes.

"Get out of here!!!"

The burly Soul Saint no longer cared about being a Divine Attribute Soul Master or about any rewards for merit.

He clutched his stomach with one hand, while his other hand radiated soul power, clearly preparing to unleash a skill.

However, due to the urge in his stomach, his movements became noticeably distorted. In addition, whenever he made a big movement, his abdominal muscles would relax slightly due to the exertion, allowing the surging urge to take advantage of the situation and making his legs even weaker.

"Let us go, we need to use the restroom..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Ren interrupted him.

"What will happen if I don't release it?"

Lu Ren tilted his head, his tone full of disdain, like a naughty elementary school student bullying a classmate.

The burly Soul Saint's face turned completely ferocious.

His eyes were wide open, bloodshot, and veins bulged on his forehead.

The seven spirit rings spun wildly beneath his feet, radiating a suffocating sense of oppression.

He's going to fight this hard.

Even if his stomach is about to explode, he'll tear this kid who's been playing tricks on him to pieces first.

The seventh spirit ring lights up, revealing the true form of the martial spirit!

But the moment he used his Martial Soul True Form, a long, muffled sound came from his buttocks.

"Purrlurrl..."

The voice wasn't loud, but everyone present heard it clearly.

The burly Soul Saint froze.

The immense soul power was still burning fiercely around him, and the overwhelming pressure of his Martial Soul True Body still filled the entire area, but none of this could conceal the fact that the sound had already occurred.

His body trembled slightly...

I couldn't help myself.

That overwhelming sense of release, which he could no longer suppress, broke through the last line of defense of his will the moment he fully activated his soul power and released his Martial Soul True Body, the instant his abdominal muscles involuntarily relaxed.

At that moment, he felt completely relieved.

The Martial Soul True Body automatically dissipated the moment he gave up. He sat down heavily on the ground, staring blankly at the sky. His expression was one that transcended shame, anger, and even all other emotions, and he was lost in utter nothingness.

It's as if nothing around me matters anymore.

What Holy Spirit Cult, what Sacred Attribute Soul Master, what Merit Rewards, what Soul Saint's Dignity—none of these matter anymore.

The important thing is that he already did it, and he did it in full view of everyone.

This has already happened and is irreversible.

Since the worst has already happened, what is there to be afraid of?

"Hey."

He suddenly spoke, his voice drifting as if it came from a very distant place.

Have you ever experienced... the feeling of letting loose in front of so many people?

His head slowly turned to the gaunt Soul Saint beside him, his eyes as empty as two dried-up ancient wells.

The gaunt Soul Saint also deactivated his Martial Soul True Body and collapsed to the ground.

His condition was no better than that of the burly Soul Saint, and perhaps even worse.

Because he was quite thin, his pants were loose, so the smell was more pronounced.

He braced his hands on the ground behind him, looked up at the sky, and had the same expression on his face as his companion.

It was a feeling of emptiness, like an out-of-body experience.

"Yes, you could say I'm the one who understands your feelings the most right now..."

His voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth, each word carrying a deep despair, and a sense of shared suffering.

An indescribable stench emanated from them.

The smell was so strong it was like tangible poison gas, spreading outwards from the two people.

Nana and a few others, who had been trying to help despite their injuries, all turned pale the moment they smelled the odor.

"vomit……"

One of the young men couldn't hold it in any longer and covered his mouth as he rushed to the corner to dry heave.

The others also retreated, all the way to the edge of the courtyard wall, their backs pressed tightly against the wall, as if they wanted to embed themselves into it.

It's not that they're disloyal, it's just that the smell exceeds the physiological limits that humans can tolerate.

Even Ji Juechen, a sword fanatic who could draw his sword and strike without flinching in the face of anything, silently took three steps back.

His expression remained calm, but if you looked closely, you would notice that his nostrils were twitching slightly, indicating that he was trying to breathe through his mouth instead of his nose.

Lu Ren also pinched his nose.

He stood a few meters away from the two Soul Saints, pinching his nostrils tightly between his thumb and forefinger, and said in a muffled voice:

"Have you two no shame? Releasing yourselves in front of others, isn't that incredibly unhygienic?"

That's what he said, but his gaze was very calm, and he was silently calculating the data from the previous exchange in his mind.

Although these two evil soul masters were soul saints, their spiritual power was much lower than his.

His spiritual power had reached the Spirit Abyss Realm, while the spiritual power levels of these two were at most equivalent to the Spirit Sea Realm, with an insurmountable gap between them and the Spirit Abyss Realm.

The effectiveness of a spell depends on the difference in mental strength between the two parties; the greater the difference, the stronger the effect and the smaller the backlash.

Moreover, their resistance was far inferior to Ji Juechen's.

After being hit by "Take a shit," Ji Juechen couldn't control his physical urges, but at least he managed to rush into the toilet and close the door, preserving the last bit of dignity.

These two evil soul masters, from the moment the incantation took effect to the moment the defense line collapsed, only exchanged a few words.

Both targets had higher cultivation levels than Lu Ren, yet their resistance levels differed so drastically.

This difference likely stems from a lack of willpower.

Ji Juechen is as stubborn as a piece of refined steel that has been forged through countless hammer blows. Once he sets his mind on a path, he will see it through to the end without ever doubting it or backing down.

His swordsmanship is an extension of his personality: pure, focused, and unyielding.

This level of willpower is difficult to completely break even in a short time, even with spells.

These two evil spirit masters cultivated by devouring the resentment and souls of others, taking a twisted shortcut.

Their strength comes easily, but their will is like rotten wood eaten by worms; it looks strong on the outside, but is riddled with holes on the inside.

Once faced with an attack that directly targets the level of will, their true nature is revealed.