Douluo Continent: Starting with the Tiger Emperor Template

At that moment, all inanimate objects within the domain simultaneously emitted an extremely fine and precise sound of slashing.

"Click, click, click..."

The sound was so dense it was like thousands of blades rubbing together simultaneously, and so sharp it was like metal scraping against glass.

The skull blade in the Soul Saint's hand, the scattered bone fragments on the ground, the vine remnants floating on the water—everything without curse power or soul power attached—was simultaneously struck by countless invisible slashes and turned to dust.

The skull knife shattered into bone fragments, the bone pieces turned into powder, and the vine remains crumbled into fibers.

All inanimate objects were completely wiped out in the torrent of slashing attacks, leaving not even a trace.

Immediately afterwards, the strike landed on the Soul Saint.

Countless invisible slashes descended simultaneously, like maggots clinging to bones.

From his skull to his spine, from his ribs to his limbs, every inch of his bone was precisely targeted by the slashes.

Under the onslaught of countless slashes, there was absolutely no possibility of dodging or any room for defense.

The Demon-Slaying Chef's guaranteed hit effect ensures that every strike accurately hits the target.

No aiming, no tracking, no consideration of the target's trajectory is required; in this realm, the infallible nature of every strike is the rule itself.

Once a rule takes effect, it cannot be violated.

Unless the opponent can use a domain expansion to overwrite the guaranteed hit effect within the domain, it is impossible to defend against.

"Aaaaaaah!"

Under the endless barrage of slashes, the Soul Saint let out a scream of utter despair.

His once incredibly hard skeleton shattered like paper under the endless barrage of blows.

First, the arms were shattered by the slashing blows. From the fingertips to the back of the hands, from the wrist bones to the forearms, the bones peeled away layer by layer, as if being cut to pieces by an invisible blade.

Then came his legs. The slash cut into his feet, spreading upwards along his shinbone, shattering his kneecaps and breaking his femur. He collapsed to his knees with a scream, splashing water everywhere.

Next came the torso, ribs were severed one by one, and the spine groaned under the intense blows, cracks spreading outwards from the center of each vertebra, forming a spider web along the entire spine.

Finally, the head.

Within the skull's eye sockets, two eerie green flames flickered wildly, reflecting the shadows of countless slashes approaching simultaneously.

"No! No! I don't want to die!"

The Soul Saint frantically activated his Martial Soul True Body, attempting to condense a shield on the surface of his bones using his soul power.

But the shield was shattered by the slash as soon as it was formed, and it couldn't even last for a moment.

He tried to break out of the domain, desperately crashing into its boundary, but no matter which direction he charged, he was met with an overwhelming barrage of attacks.

The boundary of the domain is not a wall, but a death curtain composed of countless slashes, any object that tries to cross it will be instantly cut into pieces.

He had nowhere to escape.

Because the strikes never cease.

Every second before the Demon-Subduing Chef disappeared, new slashes were generated. The Soul Saint's skeletal body shrank continuously in the torrent of slashes, from five meters to four meters, from four meters to three meters. Layers of bones peeled off, and fragments scattered, as if being peeled away layer by layer by an invisible giant hand.

His screams went from piercing to hoarse, then to faint, and finally disappeared completely in the roar of the slashing.

The last bone of the skull was chopped into powder.

Black, malevolent soul power gushed forth from the shattered bones like a fountain of blood, attempting to coalesce into human form in a final struggle.

But the slash didn't even spare this wisp of soul power.

Countless slashes fell simultaneously, cutting the black soul power into countless tiny fragments, then into even smaller fragments, and finally into particles invisible to the naked eye.

In the end, it was completely reduced to ashes.

Not even a trace of his soul remained.

All traces of the Soul Saint's existence—his bones, soul power, consciousness, and even his soul—were completely pulverized by the Demon-Subduing Chef's strike.

Lu Ren withdrew his hands, dispelling the hand seal.

The domain of the Demon-Slaying Chef receded like the tide.

The platform of white bones slowly descended, the blood-red clouds gradually dissipated, and the vermilion shrine seemed to be pressed back into the void by an invisible hand, disappearing without a trace.

The courtyard has been restored to its original state.

In order to avoid causing widespread casualties and unnecessary destruction, Lu Ren changed the conditions of the barrier spell while expanding the domain, strictly confining the effect range of the Demon-Subduing Chef within the space between him and the Soul Saint.

Within that domain, everything turned to dust.

Outside the area, not a single blade of grass or tree was damaged.

Lu Ren stood there, with only a cloud of blood mist slowly dissipating in front of him.

That was the last trace of the Soul Saint's existence in this world.

"It seems even a Soul Saint can't stop the domain from unfolding."

"Although he used his Martial Soul True Body, which allowed him to withstand the attacks for a period of time, the difference in cultivation levels between the two sides was still too great. If they were at the same level, he probably wouldn't have lasted even a second."

Lu Ren spoke slowly, his tone indifferent.

He looked down at his hands, then at the dissipating blood mist, his expression unchanged.

"I already told you not to put pressure on me."

He sighed, his tone carrying a hint of innocence.

"Look, I couldn't help but unleash a powerful move when I was stressed."

He sensed the lingering aura of that Soul Saint, who was at level seventy-one and had only recently stepped into the threshold of becoming a Soul Saint.

If placed outside, they would be considered a powerful force.

But in front of the Demon-Slaying Chef, he had no chance to resist.

All I can say is that the concept of "guaranteed win" is still too far-fetched.

Unless one possesses a domain of equal level to counter, or has a rule-based defensive ability, all defenses are futile in the face of the Demon-Subduing Chef.

It can be said that those who excel in a particular field can easily crush those who do not.

After all, the difference between having a field and not having one is enormous.

Not to mention that in Douluo Continent, very few people have a domain. Even if they do, it's at most a simplified domain similar to the one in Jujutsu Kaisen, which can only neutralize the guaranteed hit effect and can't withstand it for long.

Therefore, in Douluo Continent, once a domain is activated, it is almost universally effective, and killing opponents of higher levels is not a problem.

Lu Ren snapped out of his thoughts and turned to look at the other side.

Ji Juechen is still fighting.

The silver-white longsword in his hand transformed into a stream of light, each strike carrying an extremely sharp sword intent.

The sword intent was condensed and did not dissipate, forming a faint gray domain within three feet of him. That was the domain "Silence" that he had created during his battle with Lu Ren.

Although it was only a prototype and its range was only three feet, three feet was enough for a swordsman.

One of the Soul Emperors had already fallen under his sword.

The three-meter-tall skeleton was cleaved cleanly in two from the top of its head to its hip with a single sword strike.

Black, malevolent soul power surged from the broken ends, but it could not reassemble the two halves of the body.

Because Ji Juechen's sword intent had completely destroyed the soul power structure inside the skeleton.

There was another Soul Emperor struggling to hold on; most of the bone armor on his arms had been cut away, revealing the withered flesh underneath.

His blood-red eyes were fixed on Ji Juechen, filled with terror and resentment.

He wanted to retaliate, but Ji Juechen's sword was too fast, so fast that he couldn't even see the trajectory of the sword's edge, and could only rely on instinct to block it time and time again.

"Do you need any help?"

Lu Ren's voice drifted from the side.

"unnecessary."

Ji Juechen coldly uttered three words.

With a flick of his wrist, the silver-white longsword sliced ​​into the gap in the Soul Emperor's defenses from an unusual angle.

The sword first flicked, parting his arms which were crossed in front of his chest, and then thrust.

The sword tip pierced precisely into the skull's eye socket, cutting through the eerie green flame.

The Soul Emperor's screams abruptly stopped.

Ji Juechen drew his sword and slashed horizontally.

The sword light, like a crescent moon, sliced ​​into the Soul Emperor's neck from the side, cleaving him in two from his entire skeletal body.

The upper body slid slowly down along the cut, crashing onto the water and splashing up a large spray.

Black soul power surged wildly from the cut, spreading and dissipating in the air.

The skeleton's bones rapidly weathered away after losing the support of soul power, turning into grayish-white powder that dissolved into the water beneath its feet.

Both Soul Emperors were killed.

Ji Juechen sheathed his sword with swift and decisive movements.

His clothes were stained with black blood, and there were several small wounds on his face, but his breathing remained steady and his eyes remained focused.