The Holy Spirit Cult's Stern Father: Lu Cheng
"Boy, what brings you inquiring about our Holy Spirit Cult?" The leader, a man in black robes, lifted his hood, revealing a pale face. He chuckled and mockingly sized up Lu Cheng.
It was as if I were watching a dying person.
The waiter was already trembling all over, shrinking to the side, afraid of being targeted by this group. The few gold coins he clutched tightly in his hand seemed to have become a death warrant.
The restaurant's diners scattered and fled, leaving only the owner trembling and hiding under the counter.
"The Holy Spirit Cult certainly has a formidable reputation."
Lu Cheng leisurely put the last piece of snow pork into his mouth, savoring the aftertaste, and looked at the leading Holy Spirit Cult disciple with a calm smile.
"Kid, you've got some nerve, but I wonder how long you can keep it up. Go! Take him down and bring him back to the altar for the elders to interrogate him personally!" The pale-faced man sneered and waved his hand.
"No need."
Lu Cheng wiped his hands with a towel and looked at the group of people.
His eyes suddenly turned cold, and his pupils began to spin, flashing a dark red luster.
The group of Holy Spirit Cult disciples felt dizzy and surrounded by darkness. Only the figure of the young man gradually grew taller, as if standing tall and silent like a giant looking down at them.
Those two black and Double Pupils alone were enormous.
"Where is the headquarters of the Holy Spirit Cult located? Tell me..."
Lu Cheng looked down at the group indifferently and spoke calmly.
outside world.
The waiter, who was huddled in the corner, heard a sudden silence outside. Startled and curious, he peeked out and saw that the young man's eyes were slightly closed, while the several fierce-looking Holy Spirit Cult disciples were all staring blankly, frozen in place, as if time had frozen.
Within seconds, he suddenly let out a cry of alarm, staring in horror at the handsome young man who was slowly standing up.
The latter merely opened her eyes and cast a glance at him, which silenced him, causing him to cover his lips tightly, afraid to utter another word.
"Boss, the bill, please."
He saw the unbelievably handsome young man stand up, walk past the still-stunned figures of the Holy Spirit Cult disciples, and arrive at the front desk.
The shopkeeper scrambled to his feet, his face full of obsequiousness, begging for a free meal, but the young man tossed him a few Gold Soul Coin and turned to leave.
When he looked back again, he saw that the Holy Spirit Cult disciples were all bleeding from their eyes, mouths, and noses, and their bodies were slowly falling down, splattering blood all over the ground.
No wonder they gave extra gold coins; they probably factored in the cleaning costs as well.
The waiter's throat tightened; today's events were likely going to cause him a lot of trouble...
In a quiet underground cave.
A magnificent hall.
Two old men in luxurious clothes were sitting on the sofa. One was tall and thin, with a sallow complexion, and was squeezing a beautiful young woman with empty eyes in his arms. The other was fat and bloated, as big as a hill, and was four meters high. He looked like an adorable fool, but he was playing with a "magic bead" made of human bones in his hand.
"Sixth Brother, when can we go to the battlefield? My Myriad Souls Banner is itching for battle." The tall, thin old man's face turned sinister as he squeezed the woman in his arms even harder.
Even though the latter had already been soaked in the medicine and lost consciousness, he still let out a painful groan.
"Fifth Brother, what's the rush? I think Eastsea City is quite nice, and the cooperation with the Sea Soul Beast is on the agenda. The first batch has already arrived, and the second and third batches are coming soon. That's enough for your Myriad Souls Banner to absorb," said the Abomination Douluo with a smile.
"Even if you go to the battlefield, can you really absorb the souls of the strong? Heh, not necessarily. Although the front lines are fierce right now, the Ming Dou Mountain Range has been a meat grinder for two months. Has a single titled expert died? Aren't they all low-level Soul Master sacrificing their lives to make up for it?"
"Even if you go, you'll only find some low-level souls, which is a net loss. When the Holy Cult sends other elders or eminent figures, the souls of the Sea Princess Clan will simply benefit someone else."
"Damn, that's true." The Fifth Elder felt a little relieved and lay back on the soft sofa. "In a few days, once I've prepared all the necessary supplies, I'll use that Sea Princess as a sacrifice for the flag. The soul of Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast is quite delicious."
The Fifth Elder looked completely relaxed and content.
But in the next instant, the door shattered with a crash, and several figures flew into the hall, crashing against the wall. One of them lay prostrate in front of the two, but only half of his body remained. He looked at the Fifth Elder with a terrified expression, as if he wanted to say something, but then he breathed his last, and his arm hung limply at his side.
"Who goes there?!"
The Fifth Elder had one hand behind his back, a miniature Myriad Souls Banner swirling slightly in his palm, his eyes filled with astonishment and solemnity as he stared intently at the gate where dust and mist were swirling.
Beside him, the four-meter-tall mountain of flesh also stood up, its small eyes equally filled with solemnity.
They managed to break into this place without them noticing, and judging from the commotion outside, it seems that all the Holy Spirit Cult disciples left behind at the altar have been killed.
His aged face twitched involuntarily.
It had been a long time since I had felt such pressure.
"You two seem to be having a very leisurely time. While the front lines are engulfed in fierce fighting, you're enjoying yourselves here."
A mocking voice rang out, causing the two men's expressions to shift dramatically. Too young...
The next instant, as the young man's figure slowly emerged from the dust and mist, the two men's expressions changed completely.
Even they couldn't discern the newcomer's cultivation level at this moment.
Lu Cheng glanced at the two with a mocking look in his eyes, then shook his head. "The Holy Spirit Cult, as expected, is still a bunch of rats in the gutter, unable to stand the sunlight. Look at your strange appearances, no wonder you dare not go out, afraid of scaring people."
His Abomination smiling face gradually darkened.
He hates it when people talk like that.
However, now that he has the power, no one dared to say such things to him before, but now...
"Boy, who exactly are you? State your name, I never kill nameless nobodies!" The Fifth Elder narrowed his eyes, coldly scrutinizing Lu Cheng, and the fluctuations of his Soul Power became increasingly obvious.
"Is that so? Then I'll remember that."
Lu Cheng curled his lips into a warm smile.
"Body Sect."
"Lu Cheng!"
"Pfft!"
Myriad Souls Douluo's pupils constricted sharply, and he spat out blood. He turned his head in astonishment, only to see that the Sixth Elder was even more dumbfounded. His thick arm had somehow pierced through his chest cavity.
It was just a hair's breadth away from the heart.
"Tsk, what a pity."
Lu Cheng shook his head regretfully. Although the mental control effect of the Double Pupils was already quite extraordinary, it was still impossible to achieve 100% control over Titled Douluo, leaving a slight loophole.
"What a bizarre skill... No, he's a spirit-type Soul Master!" Myriad Souls Douluo clutched the bloody hole in his chest, his face pale, staring viciously at Lu Cheng's still calm face.
But a smile gradually appeared on her face.
"You little beast, what did I take you for? Playing tricks? I've broken your mental illusion, so what's left now?"
"Sixth Brother, kill him!"