Douluo Continent: Starting with the Tiger Emperor Template

Just then, the burly Soul Saint slowly raised his head.

His eyes remained vacant, but deep within that emptiness, something was beginning to coalesce again.

That was a darker, more twisted emotion.

His gaze slowly swept over everyone in the courtyard: Lu Ren pinching his nose, Ji Juechen holding his sword with an expressionless face, Nana and the others huddled at the edge of the courtyard wall with a look of disgust on their faces.

"I see."

His voice was hoarse and deep, like an echo coming from the depths of the earth.

"If we kill everyone present, no one will know about this."

He turned his head and looked at the gaunt Soul Saint beside him.

"Right, buddy?"

The gaunt Soul Saint also raised his head.

The vacant expression on his gaunt face gradually faded, replaced by an extremely cold madness.

He nodded slowly, his voice sounding as if it were being ground out from between his teeth.

"Yes. Kill them all, and then..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

A fist the size of a sandbag slammed solidly into his face.

The owner of the fist was naturally Lu Ren. He had just been standing several meters away, holding his nose, but now he appeared in front of the two Soul Saints.

He was never one to waste words, and now that the power of the spell had been verified, it was only natural to finish the battle quickly.

As he threw his right fist, his left fist simultaneously slammed into the face of the burly Soul Saint. The two fists struck at the same time, one to the left and one to the right.

The black light exploded, and a dazzling black light burst forth from the fist, like two miniature black suns blooming simultaneously on the faces of the two men.

The light swallowed up all the surrounding light, dimming the entire courtyard for a moment.

These two punches also contain another layer of power.

Soul Slash.

The chef's slashing nature was compressed and condensed into his fist. The physical black flash and the soul-level slashing erupted simultaneously, and the double damage was superimposed, like two invisible giant hammers smashing into the bodies and souls of the two people at the same time.

The burly Soul Saint and the gaunt Soul Saint's bodies resembled two baseballs hit by a bat, their feet leaving the ground, their bodies bent like two bows, flying backward.

They crashed through the fences on both sides of the gate, broke several thick wooden stakes, plowed two deep trenches in the ground, and finally slammed heavily into the wall, embedding themselves in it.

Lu Ren withdrew his fist, but the expression on his face became even more painful.

In order to deliver those two punches, he had to get close to those two humanoid gas grenades.

Although the punch was delivered in a very short time, the stench still inevitably entered his nasal cavity, like a sticky brush scrubbing his olfactory nerves several times.

"It stinks..."

His lips twitched as he struggled to suppress the urge to vomit.

Then, snake eyes and fangs reappeared on either side of his mouth, and he roared at the two Soul Saints embedded in the wall:

"Go to sleep!!!"

The sound waves, imbued with the power of the incantation, struck the consciousness of the two Soul Saints like an invisible hammer blow.

They had just struggled to climb out of the wall, their bones groaning under the strain, and were about to gather their soul power again when they heard those two words.

Then, an overwhelming wave of drowsiness swept over me.

It was as if an invisible hand reached out from the darkness, gently yet irresistibly covering their eyes, pressing their consciousness little by little into the warm depths of darkness.

The burly Soul Saint's eyelids began to droop wildly, and the thin Soul Saint's head slowly slumped down.

They tried to resist, trying to use their last bit of willpower to keep their eyelids open, but the drowsiness was too strong, as strong as a tide washing over the beach, unstoppable.

The burly Soul Saint was the first to fall, his forehead hitting the ground with a dull thud.

Next came the gaunt Soul Saint, whose body slumped forward, lying face down next to his companion.

The two men's alternating snores echoed in the courtyard, mingling with the lingering stench in the air to create an extremely eerie scene.

"Phew. Problem solved."

Lu Ren let out a long breath and fanned his nose with his hand, trying to dispel the lingering smell.

His face was full of disgust, like a cleaner who had just cleaned a clogged toilet.

It's best to avoid using such shameless tactics as "take a dump" in the future.

Although it can effectively damage the other person's mentality, it's just too disgusting; even I find it disgusting.

Not to mention, the stench released by this group of evil spirit masters was so strong that it was nauseating.

How much unclean food did he eat in his daily life, or is it that the constitution of the evil spirit master makes his excrement even more foul-smelling?

Although the smell successfully disgusted the enemy, the smell also affected the user quite a bit.

Lu Ren estimated that he probably wouldn't have much of an appetite for the rest of the day.

He summoned Nana, who quickly walked over and stopped several meters away from the two unconscious Soul Saints, her pretty face filled with rejection.

"Take care of them, tie them up with rope, tie them up tightly."

He paused, then added:

"Next, I might need to use both of them."

Nana paused for a moment, then looked troubled.

"Master, they are both Soul Saint level experts. Ordinary ropes probably can't hold them up, right? Once they wake up, they can break the ropes with just a little soul power."

Lu Ren shook his head.

"It's already very secure, you just need to tie it on."

The soul-slashing power contained in those two punches had severely injured the two men.

With the added effect of the spell "Sleep," which forces them into a deep sleep, their consciousness is currently in an extremely vulnerable state.

After they wake up, he will use the positive energy released by the reversal technique to take care of them again, evaporating most of their evil soul master soul power and making them weaker than ordinary people.

By then, they won't be able to break free, let alone with a rope, or even with a straw rope.

"Alright, you guys clean the filth off them first. Once they're clean, I'll deal with their cultivation."

"Yes, Master."

When Nana gave the order, the expression on her face was priceless.

She looked at the two evil spirit masters who were lying on the ground fast asleep, with obvious marks still on their pants. Her lips twitched several times before she mustered up the courage to walk towards them.

He took two steps and then stopped, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, tied it to his face, covered his mouth and nose, and then continued forward.

The others followed Nana's example, covering their mouths and noses with cloth and bracing themselves to go forward.

They carefully lifted the two Soul Saints off the ground, trying to keep their hands only touching the relatively clean collars and cuffs of the other person's clothes.

The smell stubbornly penetrated their nostrils even through the veil, and the eyes of several young holy servants turned red.

Lu Ren stood at a distance, arms crossed, watching Nana and the others pinch their noses and move the two "biological weapons" with expressions of utter despair, his heart completely unmoved.

That's the advantage of having subordinates to help you handle things.

Of course, he didn't need to do these dirty and tiring jobs himself.

Ji Juechen stood silently behind Lu Ren, holding his silver-white longsword.

He witnessed everything that just happened.

When Lu Ren turned around and walked towards him, Ji Juechen took a step back.

His expression remained calm, but his steps betrayed him.

His right hand gripped the sword hilt tightly, his knuckles turning white, and he appeared ready to run away at any moment.

Ji Juechen had never been afraid of fighting in his life, but the methods Lu Ren had just used were no longer within the scope of combat.

That was pure torture, a double torment of the mind and body, a complete crushing of the enemy's dignity.

He was genuinely afraid of Lu Ren.

Lu Ren couldn't help but laugh when he saw his tense expression.

He walked up to Ji Juechen, reached out and patted him on the shoulder, his tone full of teasing:

"What's wrong? Are you so afraid of me? I didn't do anything to you."

Ji Juechen took another half step back, dodging Lu Ren's hand.

He remained silent for a few moments, as if to confirm that the eerie snake-eye and fang-like curse marks had not reappeared on the corners of Lu Ren's mouth, before finally asking:

"...Why not just kill them?"

Lu Ren withdrew his hand, put it in his pocket, and the smile on his face faded slightly.

"Hmm... This concerns Ye Guyi's matter, and I need to use these two tools."