Douluo Continent: Starting with the Tiger Emperor Template

At this moment, the situation at the Aodu Chamber of Commerce was extremely chaotic.

Despite the intervention of the Sun Moon Empire's military, the massive impact of the Evening Water Alliance still cast a gloomy shadow over the entire headquarters of the Audu Chamber of Commerce.

An Litong, the president of the Aodu Chamber of Commerce, stood in the center of the council hall, facing an uninvited guest without fear.

Standing before him was a person completely shrouded in a black robe.

The hood of his black robe was pulled down very low, shrouding most of his face in shadow, revealing only a small section of his thin chin and a thin, tightly pursed lip.

But the chilling aura emanating from beneath that black robe sent a shiver down An Litong's spine, a seasoned veteran of the Mingdu business world who had been navigating its complexities for decades.

Those damned evil spirit masters.

"Fine, fine." An Litong gritted his teeth and spoke slowly, his voice filled with barely suppressed anger. "I really don't know what my Aodu Chamber of Commerce has done to offend you, that you would treat us like this."

"I told you," the voice of the man in black robes came from beneath the hood, hoarse and shrill like fingernails scratching metal, irritating the eardrums. "Hand over the person we want. Or, let us search ourselves."

An Litong could no longer contain himself. He slammed his hand on the table, the wooden surface making a loud bang, causing the teacups to jump and spill tea all over the table.

"Bullshit! You're the ones who came to our door looking for trouble out of nowhere, asking us to cooperate in searching for someone. At first, you were all smiles and friendly, but when we didn't cooperate, you turned on us and tried to kill us. Who knows what kind of good intentions you filthy bastards had?"

"Who are you looking for? Where am I supposed to find the person you want?"

"Our Aodu Chamber of Commerce never harbors Soul Masters of unknown origin. You claim we harbored the person you're looking for, but there's not a single piece of evidence. You just say we hid him?"

"So I'm saying that all the mothers of your Xishui Alliance members have been raped by our people, do you admit it or not? If you admit it, I'll let you search me; if you don't, what right do you have to search me?"

An Litong had never felt so aggrieved before, so she even swore, completely disregarding her own image.

All he knew was that he hadn't done anything wrong, yet a scapegoat had fallen on their Aodu Chamber of Commerce, and the people from the Xishui Alliance had inexplicably rushed over and given them a severe beating.

However, An Litong was also quite surprised. The power of the Xishui Alliance was actually so strong. It could be said that in the past few days, the Xishui Alliance had single-handedly caused chaos throughout the entire Mingdu.

The man in black robes was silent for a moment, but that moment of silence instantly chilled the atmosphere in the entire council hall to an icy cold.

The layer of grayish-black evil aura surrounding him began to slowly spread outwards, and a faint stench of decay filled the air, like a corner of an ancient tomb being pried open:

"Do you want to die?!"

Just as the two sides were about to clash, the man in black robes suddenly felt a sticky sensation under his feet, as if he had stepped into a puddle of mud that had not yet dried.

He instinctively looked down, his pupils suddenly contracting.

This is...blood?

Before anyone knew it, the entire floor of the council chamber was covered with a thin layer of blood.

The blood spread silently from the direction of the corridor, surging slowly under his feet like the rising tide, emitting a faint smell of rust.

The bright red liquid reflected the dim light of the soul-guided chandelier on the ceiling, making the entire council hall look as if it had sunk into the belly of some giant beast.

At the same time, a series of unhurried footsteps came from behind the man in black robes.

"Pat-pat, pat-pat, pat-pat."

Each step he took left a shallow ripple in the blood.

The ripples spread across the blood-red surface, bounced off the table leg, and were exceptionally clear in the quiet council chamber, where you could hear a pin drop.

The man in the black robe turned around abruptly, and two cold glints of light flashed in his eerie green pupils beneath his hood in the shadows.

He saw a black-haired boy dragging someone along the end of the corridor, like he was dragging a dead dog.

The man was being dragged by one ankle, his head slamming against the threshold with a dull thud, leaving a winding drag mark in the blood.

The man in black squinted, about to speak, but was met with a fist.

The fist, wreathed in a dazzling black light, magnified rapidly in his vision.

The man in black robes instinctively tried to dodge to the side, but the sticky blood under his feet seemed to come alive and suddenly wrapped around his ankles, freezing him in place for a moment.

But in that instant, he couldn't dodge it.

"boom!!!"

The fist landed squarely on his face.

A dull, teeth-grinding bang rang out, and the black-robed man's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

His back slammed into the wooden chair behind him, shattering it and sending splinters flying. The impact also broke through the partition wall of the council chamber, sending bricks and stones crashing to the ground and kicking up clouds of dust.

Finally, he embedded himself into the wall opposite the corridor, the wall cracking with spiderweb-like fissures. His head tilted to one side, his hood slipped down, revealing the pale, bloodless face of a middle-aged man.

The face was still frozen in disbelief and astonishment, a trickle of black blood spilled from the corner of the mouth, the eyes rolled back, and the person had completely lost consciousness.

One punch...

With just one punch, he knocked down an evil soul master at the level of an eight-ring Soul Douluo.

An Litong stood there blankly, his mouth opening and closing, then opening again, just like a fish that had been slapped ashore.

The people behind him all had the same expression, their gazes shifting back and forth between the evil spirit master embedded in the wall and the black-haired boy standing in the pool of blood, their brains collectively shutting down.

Seeing the effect of his full-force punch, even Lu Ren was secretly stunned. He never expected that his full-force attack would be so powerful.

I suddenly don't feel like a level 50 Soul King anymore; I'm definitely a stat monster.

This punch may have seemed casual, but only Lu Ren himself knew how much power he had poured into it.

He first used Crimson Scale Leap to amplify his strength by a percentage in all aspects. Then, he engaged in a continuous battle outside for more than five minutes, and then triggered his third soul ring, which was self-binding. Normally, his soul power was suppressed by 10%, but if the battle lasted more than five minutes, he would amplify all his attributes by 200%.

Then, in this state of percentage amplification, he poured all his soul power and spell power into his right fist, strengthening his physical body to the extreme. Then, in this state, he unleashed a Black Flash critical strike with all his might, which resulted in the terrifying effect of this attack.

Of course, surprise attacks are also key.

If the Crimson Blood Manipulation Technique hadn't been used to spread blood across the entire ground beforehand to immobilize the opponent, even with a Contra-level reaction speed, this punch might not have landed.

Furthermore, the opponent didn't even have time to react before using their Martial Soul True Form... If the opponent did use their Martial Soul True Form, Lu Ren would have no choice but to deploy his domain to deal with it.

Even if there was an element of surprise attack, being able to knock down an eight-ring Soul Douluo with a single punch at the level of level fifty, even if it was only a temporary knockout, is enough to make any witness doubt whether they are dreaming.

An Litong looked at the boy who was slowly walking towards her, her Adam's apple bobbing before she realized what was happening.

He cleared his throat, trying to make his voice sound less weak:

"Ahem, may I ask, young friend, your name? Thank you for your help, I am deeply grateful."

Even if the other party's attack involved a sneak attack, you still need to have the ability to launch a sneak attack yourself!

An Litong knew he could never appear behind someone without them noticing and then knock them down with a single punch!

You can't afford to offend this kind of person!

Even an eight-ring Soul Douluo could only pass by him...

"Your name is An Litong?" Lu Ren released his grip, and the person he had dragged all the way here slammed to the ground with a thud, bounced twice, and then went silent.

He raised his eyes, looked at An Litong, and a half-smile played on his lips.

"Can we talk?"

An Litong looked down at the man who looked like a lump of mud on the ground, then looked up at the unconscious Soul Douluo embedded in the wall, and remained silent for two seconds.

Then he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and nodded obediently:

"Let's talk. You can talk about anything you want, young friend."

……

Lu Ren led Ji Juechen and Ye Guyi out of the gate of the Aodu Chamber of Commerce.

Ye Guyi followed behind Lu Ren with an extremely strange expression.

She would occasionally glance up at the back of Lu Ren's head, as if to confirm whether the person walking in front of her was really there.

Is that all?

Lu Ren now has the full support of the Aodu Chamber of Commerce and the Ordinary Alliance...

In other words, Lu Ren's power has already begun to take shape.

"This is unbelievable..." Ye Guyi couldn't help but mutter under her breath.

In just a few days, he got it done so easily and simply...