[Evil Soul Master Version] Lu Cheng: Undead + Corpse Explosion-Could This Work? (3k)

Could it be... someone in the same industry?

The atmosphere grew increasingly eerie. The Death Messenger's back was already soaked with cold sweat. He stared intently at the young man, his gaze unfriendly, and said, "May I ask who you are, daring to block the path of the Death Messenger?"

"A guy who has just touched the edge of death magic and has already sacrificed his body... dares to call himself Death Messenger? Does the Grim Reaper know about this?" Lu Cheng jumped down from the burly corpse slave with a smile, his smile gentle and warm, just like a certain upright young master.

This gesture was like a gentle breeze, but it only made the Death Messenger feel more and more terrified.

Suddenly, a thunderous roar came from behind, the cave shook violently, and the powerful aura drew ever closer.

"Who exactly are you! You're not very old, but you're putting on quite a show. Get out of my way, and I'll let your rash actions go unpunished. Otherwise..." The Death Messenger's face turned ugly.

"Otherwise what?" Lu Cheng asked with interest, scrutinizing the Death Messenger.

As the strongest Soul King in the Douluo II, this one can indeed be described as "superpowered". After all, he can detonate corpses, using all the flesh and bones of the corpses as energy. The stronger the cultivation, the stronger the explosion. There is no limitation of the corpse (no need to spend time or experience to mark it), no cooldown, and it can be triggered at any time.

In certain specific locations, it's practically a bug-level existence.

Especially on the battlefield, or in places where you have to gather a lot of people.

After a corpse explodes, the resulting shockwaves and corpse poison become sources of damage, and those killed by the Corpse Explosion become the energy source for the next round of Corpse Explosion.

The power increases exponentially with each cycle.

In the Simulation Device, he also spent some time with the Holy Spirit Cult. There were also some incredibly talented Evil Soul Master, but none of them could compare to this freak.

so...

He won't let this guy get away with it.

"Otherwise, once I escape, I will surely kill you!!!" the Death Messenger roared, and then a deep purple Soul Ring rose from the bottom of his feet. The surrounding walls suddenly exploded, and countless corpses were thrown out from the cracks in the walls, exploding in mid-air and forming a continuous Corpse Explosion. Although its power was not as great as before, its momentum was by no means bad.

Poisonous fog billowed out.

The Death Messenger glanced coldly at the area concealed by the dense, dark green corpse poison. "It was originally intended for that Titled Douluo to buy time, but you've wasted it. Whatever, there are still the Twelve Corpse Slaves..."

Just as he was about to regain control of the corpse slaves, his body stiffened again, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning deathly pale.

"Wait, you... you're still alive?!"

"Hehe..."

A figure slowly emerged from the dark green corpse poison.

Pure, flawless snowflakes fall around it, making it seem like a king from the Far North. Its Ultimate Ice has a restraining effect on most poisons, including corpse poison.

Therefore, upon sensing the Ultimate Ice, the surrounding corpse poison dissipated as if it had encountered its natural enemy.

Lu Cheng remained calm, his smile slowly fading.

"Evil Soul Master?"

"It's been a long time since anyone dared to... pull these fancy tricks in front of me, including those self-proclaimed Evil Soul Master."

"After all, the guys who dared to do these things... all ended up in my stomach."

"..."

The Death Messenger's eye twitched violently; he suddenly sensed something was terribly wrong.

It seems he has provoked an extremely terrifying being.

"Want to try being devoured by a corpse slave refined and nurtured by your own essence and blood?" Lu Cheng said with a smile and a leisurely look in his eyes.

"No, no..."

"Can't wait?"

Lu Cheng's smile gradually faded, and he lightly snapped his fingers. "Then I'll grant your wish."

"Roar!!!"

In the next instant, the twelve corpse slaves pounced on the Death Messenger in a frenzy. They were all made from the corpses of Soul Emperor or even Soul Saint, their bodies impervious to blades and spears, and immune to water and fire. Their hatred and resentment towards the Death Messenger caused the latter to be disemboweled in just a moment, blood splattering everywhere, and devoured completely by the swarming corpse slaves. Even the bones were smashed and swallowed.

This shows how deep the hatred was.

"They're all pitiful people, let's go..."

Lu Cheng shook his head.

What I fear most is not death, but a life worse than death, where the soul is imprisoned in a container, which is eternal torment.

Thump!

Thump!

The twelve corpse slaves knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times. Then their physical bodies gradually shattered and disappeared, and their souls were finally freed.

"But..."

Lu Cheng slowly opened his palm, looking at the terrified, trembling soul of the Death Messenger, a kind smile appearing in his eyes.

"You just said... that if you escape, you will definitely kill me?"

Death Messenger: "..."

Who the hell would have thought we'd encounter such a monster?

He's even more like Evil Soul Master than he is. The ruthlessness of his methods and the skill with which he imprisons souls are far beyond what a novice would do.

"Please spare me! There's more treasure I've collected below this cave. I can take you there... Ahhhhh!!!"

But before he could finish speaking, he suddenly screamed in agony.

Even their souls were twisted and deformed.

A few seconds later.

Lu Cheng nodded slightly. He had just searched the soul, and this guy was indeed something. As for the Corpse Explosion, it was not his Soul Skill, but rather a skill he had developed on his own. Soul Skill were more about precise control and amplification of explosive power.

Actually, he was quite interested in the Corpse Explosion.

After all, if we cultivate a good relationship with Elder Yi in the future, we might be able to obtain some necromancy from this wise man with a treasure trove of knowledge, or even half a plane of existence. And if we add self-destruction to the undead within, could we create an undead bomb that can be used indefinitely?

Casually kneading the soul, now even dimmer and more ravaged by the soul-searching, into a ball, Lu Cheng tossed it into his mouth, crunched it up, and swallowed it. His eyes lit up. "Mental... tastes good."

This can be considered making the best use of resources. Having been a Holy Son of the Holy Spirit Cult for so long, he has developed a good habit of never wasting these "talents".

"This little fellow is indeed quite capable, but unfortunately he has gone astray..." In the Sea of Consciousness, the gray mist surged and condensed into an old figure with a regretful look in his eyes.

"Then... Elder Yi, do you think the undead can self-destruct?" Lu Cheng asked with great interest.

If undead could self-destruct, that would be hilarious. After all, these things are immortal and can even turn ordinary humans into undead after killing them—a catastrophe-like existence.

"Logically speaking, of course it is possible. Everything in this world can explode..." Electrolux nodded slightly.

His eyes showed a hint of surprise.

"Let me think... it does seem kind of interesting."

Having said that, he once again sank into the Sea of Consciousness and calmed down.

"..."

He glanced at Xuan Zi, who was charging towards him with overwhelming momentum, like a raging bull, leaving a trail of dust and countless Corpse Explosion in his wake, which only slowed him down.

Lu Cheng shook his head.

His form vanished.

Inside the cave.

Wang Yan, his hair disheveled and eyes bloodshot, stared at the mess and the many inner court disciples, some unconscious and others severely injured. His eyes were bloodshot with rage. These were the mainstays of the Shrek Academy's team for the competition. Not to mention what would happen in the upcoming competition, it was a question whether these core members of the inner court could recover from their injuries and reach their former peak.

Moreover, even if one can recover, there is no guarantee that no hidden injuries will remain, and a lot of time will be wasted during the golden period of cultivation, allowing other geniuses of the same age to overtake them.

"How is it?"

A figure stepped into the cave, his eyes calm, causing no ripples.

"Ma Xiaotao, Ling Luochеn, and Gongyang Mo all sustained minor injuries and will be fine after half a month of rest. However, Dai Yueheng, being at the forefront of the battlefield, is the most seriously injured. Yao Haoxuan, Xi Xi, Chen Zifeng, and others were also affected by the second wave of Corpse Explosion, and their bodies have been infiltrated by corpse poison. If they are not treated in time, their lives may be in danger..."

Wang Yan's eyes lit up the moment he saw Lu Cheng, as if he had found his pillar of support, and he spoke with difficulty.

At the same time, they seemed to be asking what to do next.

Lu Cheng nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

He glanced at Ma Xiaotao in the distance.

The latter was using his Martial Soul Avatar at the time. Although he was in the very core of the explosion, he was in better condition than the other inner court disciples, at least able to stand up and move around.

"Waste."

Lu Cheng uttered two words calmly.

The latter's body suddenly stiffened, and she stood frozen in place. Looking at that indifferent gaze, she unconsciously lowered her head guiltily, her eyes darting around. It was as if the towering Grandmaster of the inner court and the Holy Son of the Holy Spirit Cult had reappeared in her memory, and the oppressive feeling made her scalp tingle.

Hesitant and at a loss for what to do.

"As the captain, you hold the lives of the entire team in your hands, yet you only care about charging in headfirst. So many years have passed, and I thought you had improved... but I didn't expect you to still be so stupid," Lu Cheng said calmly.

Ma Xiaotao's pretty face turned pale, and she clenched her fingers tightly.

This scene left everyone dumbfounded.

Ling Luochеn, Gongyang Mo, and even Wang Yan, along with many other outer court disciples, all looked surprised upon waking up.

This guy is the inner court's Flame Maniac, with an extremely explosive temper, ready to explode at the slightest provocation. How could he be reprimanded like a child without showing the slightest anger?

"Of course, I didn't mean to praise you..."

Lu Cheng glanced indifferently at the other inner court disciples.

"As the elite of the inner court, the sharpest spear and shield of the Inspection Corps, their performance is not much different from Ma Xiaotao's."

"..."

"Kid, what do you mean?"

Xuan Zi, panting heavily, his eyes bloodshot, walked in step by step, staring intently at Lu Cheng with a fierce glint in his eyes.

"I just want to say that everyone here... is trash."

Lu Cheng spoke with a light laugh, his smile still gentle, but now it was mixed with extreme sharpness and ruthlessness.

"Including you... Xuan Zi."

"..."

The scene suddenly fell silent.

Everyone looked on in astonishment.

"An academy that treats the lives of its elite inner disciples like a game is not far from destruction, Xuan Zi. So, your so-called extermination of Evil Soul Master is just rushing in headfirst, recklessly throwing your lives away?"

Lu Cheng said with a smile.

"All I see are elite disciples who haven't even mastered the art of dragon slaying, yet they're already heading to the dragon's lair to kill it. As an academy dedicated to nurturing talent... Shrek Academy deserves immense credit."

"You are more like Evil Soul Master than Evil Soul Master themselves."

P. S.: There will be another 3,000-word chapter around 11 PM, making it 10,000 words today.