Douluo Continent, Boss's Martial Soul, Geniuses Work for Me

Jiang Cheng admitted that this was the most terrifying thing he had encountered in his decades of awakening his martial spirit and working as a mercenary.

A Soul Master at the first ring level instantly upgraded their attack to the Soul King level right in front of him!

How is that possible?

Click—!

Click—!

Click—!

When the Frost Moon Sword pierced the Blood Armor, it made a teeth-grinding sound.

A hint of joy flashed across Jiang Cheng's face. He actually withstood it?

Shang Luo scoffed, and a few strands of starlight from his fingertips flowed back into the sword.

In an instant.

The armor formed from the crimson blood mist was as easy to penetrate as tofu, as if slicing through a piece of paper.

"??"

Jiang Cheng was shocked. He couldn't understand why his proud fifth soul skill, which provided such a powerful defense, was completely useless in front of this young man.

The Frost Moon Sword pierced through Jiang Cheng's heart with ease.

Shangluo gave a cold laugh.

[Netherworld Star Cat Martial Soul Talent: Star Power; Attacks are imbued with Star Power, which ignores enemy armor. At night, agility, attack, defense, and soul power are all tripled, and the user gains a certain degree of self-healing ability in the darkness!]

Although I didn't receive the attribute boost from the night, the power of the stars truly ignores defense.

The talent brought by a god-level martial soul is simply terrifying.

"Heh...heh..."

Blood kept spilling from Jiang Cheng's mouth. His heart meridian had been shattered by the cold air that had entered his body, but he was laughing extremely happily.

He stared at Shang Luo with venomous eyes, then laughed loudly.

"Kid, do you really think my life is so easy to take?"

Jiang Cheng activated the last of his soul power, and a blood-red spike suddenly appeared behind Shang Luo.

This move was so insidious that even Shang Luo didn't react immediately.

"Boss!"

Ling Qingyue paled, her previous joy vanished, and she could only watch helplessly as the blood-stained thorn pierced Shang Luo's back.

Whoosh—!

"You'll be buried with me, kid!"

"It's so satisfying to be able to take a genius down with me before I die!"

Shang Luo's lips curled up, and a black soul ring carrying dense moisture slowly rose from the soles of his feet.

"What?!"

The deep reflection of the spirit ring in Jiang Cheng's pupils completely shattered any remaining thoughts he had.

Fourth Soul Skill: Liquefaction.

At that moment, Shangluo's entire body turned into a pool of pitch-black foam.

The crimson blood spike pierced through a clump of liquid, like punching cotton.

After passing through Shangluo, it pierced straight into Jiang Cheng's chest.

He simply couldn't understand how a Soul Master with only one Soul Ring could use so many Soul Skills in just a few seconds!

Even including ten-thousand-year-old soul skills?!

His massive body crashed to the ground with a thud, and he was lifeless.

Jiang Cheng's desperate attack, fueled by his own blood and energy, ultimately landed on his own head.

Shang Luo didn't even glance at Jiang Cheng's corpse, and wiped his hands on the hem of his clothes.

This is what they call "you reap what you sow".

Ling Qingyue even forgot to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, and just used the sword to support her body, staring blankly at Shang Luo.

A Soul King, a powerhouse she never dared to dream of before, was slaughtered by the boss so easily.

The jet-black, ten-thousand-year-old soul ring caused Ling Qingyue's pupils to tremble.

How many soul skills does the boss actually have?

Shang Luo dispelled the illusory image of his martial spirit, as if he had done something insignificant.

But the joy in his heart was beyond words.

The boosts from the three divine-level martial souls were terrifying.

Various soul skills can be arranged and combined in unpredictable and unpredictable ways.

The combined soul power brought by Ling Qingyue, Zhu Zhuqing, and Shen Shi'an enabled him to unleash combat power at the Soul King level.

[Slaying a Soul Master of a higher level: Jiang Cheng, gained +25 funds!]

Current funds: 56.8.

Such generous rewards?!

Shang Luo's eyes lit up. From this perspective, he needed to find more opportunities to fight opponents of higher levels.

He turned around, walked up to the incredulous Ling Qingyue, and extended his hand:

"Can you still stand up?"

Ling Qingyue looked at him, then at Jiang Cheng's corpse on the ground. Shock turned into self-reproach, and she quietly lowered her head.

"I'm sorry, boss, I..."

"That's impressive."

Shangluo reached out and helped Ling Qingyue up.

"A Great Soul Master who can hold his own against a Soul King is already exceptional enough."

Ling Qingyue was somewhat taken aback and for a moment forgot to withdraw her hand.

Does this mean the boss... approves of me?

Shang Luo saw Ling Qingyue's stunned yet slightly delighted expression and wondered what she was thinking.

Shangluo stopped thinking about it. Given Ling Qingyue's strong personality, it was good enough that she didn't put pressure on herself.

Then Shangluo activated his first soul skill, and a beam of emerald light entered Ling Qingyue's body.

Shangluo's first soul skill brought an astonishing healing effect; in just an instant, Ling Qingyue's injuries were completely healed.

Shang Luo glanced at the chaotic battlefield, but he had not forgotten his goal.

"Find someone first."

Such a commotion in the mine was obviously difficult to conceal, and the Qin family and Li Shi's protection would likely arrive at any moment, but Shangluo had no intention of hiding it.

After understanding his own strength, he was truly not afraid of a group of Soul Kings and Soul Emperors.

If we can't win, we can just run away. What's a little loss of face?

Ling Qingyue's eyes reddened, and she nodded gratefully.

Just then, a figure as black as ink descended from the sky, landing on the ground with a thud, roaring:

"You damned scorpion, come out and face your death!"

"..."

Ling Qingyue looked at Shen Shi'an's fierce face and helplessly rubbed her forehead.

Does this new employee seem a bit dim-witted?

"Huh? You're done?!"

Shen Shi'an was devastated when he saw the corpses scattered on the ground.

We're still too late.

Just as he was lost in thought, he caught a glimpse of the familiar corpse on the ground...

Jiang Cheng's eyes widened, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying before he died.

Shen Shi'an's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart was filled with turmoil.

Why was it Jiang Cheng who died?

"The boss isn't dead?!"

Shen Shi'an recalled Shang Luo's calm and composed demeanor at the meeting and couldn't help but gasp.

"Do you really want me dead?"

Shang Luo appeared behind Shen Shi'an with a somber expression.

"Boss!"

Shen Shi'an was startled, turned his head, and gave an awkward smile, his handsome face showing some embarrassment.

He was screaming in his mind: "You scared me to death! Boss, how come you walk so quietly!"

And you didn't say you were that strong!

But he couldn't understand how Shangluo of the First Ring could kill Jiang Cheng without getting hurt.

"Well, since we're already here, let's help look for them."

Shangluo sighed. Finding someone in such a large mine is no easy task.

"I know where the person you're looking for is."

"who?"

Shen Shi'an shouted, his eyes scanning his surroundings warily.

"calm."

Shang Luo frowned. This voice... seemed to be coming from his mind?

"There's a hidden door in the second room on the west side. Keep going down and you'll find the person you're looking for."

The boy's voice was very soft, as if he had suffered a serious injury, and his tone was somewhat tired.

Mental strength?

Shang Luo suddenly realized that the boss's martial soul mainly cultivated mental power, but he was invaded by the other party's mental sea without any reaction. That person's mental power was extremely terrifying.

"Hurry, I'm not lying to you, she can't hold on much longer."

Qin Feng looked at the almost lifeless old man beside him and used his remaining mental energy to send a long-distance telepathic message.

Shangluo stopped hesitating and immediately took action.

……

After Shen Shi'an kicked open a dark wooden door, he discovered that there was actually a spiral staircase underneath.

As you descend the ladder, you find one prison after another.

In the prison, most of them had turned into rotting white bones.

They were all ordinary people whose flesh and blood had been drained by Jiang Cheng.

Only a few cages still had figures moving about.

Their eyes were empty, they were skin and bones, and they had long lost the desire to live. They just stared blankly at Shang Luo and the others, like walking corpses.

Ling Qingyue covered her mouth, her nails digging into her palms.

"That bastard!"

Shen Shi'an gritted his teeth. He and his sister's life goal was to protect Tian Dou and the dawn, but someone was cultivating with the flesh and blood of living people in this dark corner.

Is the Tiandou Empire truly devoid of talent?

A chilling aura surged from Shangluo's hands, and countless chains snapped in response.

Shangluo sighed. The people here had been tortured beyond recognition; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them walking corpses.

But that's all he can do.

Just as Shangluo stepped into the final level to fight.

A crisp "ding" sound came from my mind.

[Discovering Golden Potential Talent!]