Douluo Continent: Starting with the Tiger Emperor Template

It was a figure who was wrapped up tightly.

A black cloak covered her from head to knees, with the hood pulled low, completely concealing her face in shadow.

She was slender and short, sitting there motionless, as if deliberately trying to minimize her presence.

But when Lu Ren uttered the words "Ye Guyi," its reaction came from an instinctive level.

That reaction couldn't be faked; it was like someone had suddenly touched on your most secret feelings.

Lu Ren continued to pick up food without showing any emotion, casually chatting with Ji Juechen about unimportant topics.

But his mental energy had already scanned the man in black robes from head to toe.

Then Lu Ren noticed that a strand of hair was peeking out from the edge of its hood.

Golden...

Lu Ren's pupils contracted slightly.

Just then, the man in black robes suddenly stood up, causing the chair to tip backward.

Without any hesitation, it turned around and ran wildly towards the restaurant entrance.

His black robe billowed and billowed as he moved swiftly, the hood lifted by the air currents, revealing more golden hair pouring out from the shadows.

There must be a head of blond hair beneath that black-robed man!

Lu Ren reacted much faster than expected.

He slammed a handful of gold soul coins on the table, sprang up from his chair, and chased after the black-robed man like an arrow.

This sudden change stunned Ji Juechen for a moment. He looked at the pile of gold soul coins on the table, then at Lu Ren's back as he rushed out of the restaurant. He silently put down his chopsticks, grabbed the silver-white longsword leaning against the chair, and rushed out after him.

The man in the black robe fled at an extremely fast speed.

It seemed to know the alleys of Mingdu like the back of its hand, rushing out of the back door of the restaurant and plunging into the crisscrossing, secluded alleys.

The narrow alleyway is flanked by towering brick walls, and overhead is a sky fragmented by clotheslines.

The figure in black robes appeared and disappeared in the shadows of the alleyway, like a fish swimming through the crevices of a coral reef.

But it underestimated Lu Ren's speed.

The moment Lu Ren chased into the alley, he went all out. His legs unleashed terrifying power, and every step he took on the stone pavement created a visible shockwave.

The gravel was trampled and scattered everywhere, leaving deep footprints on the ground, but his figure had already darted several feet away before the footprints appeared.

The man in the black robe ran a hundred meters with all his might.

In a distance of only 100 meters, Lu Ren left only three footprints.

Hearing the noise behind him, the man in the black robe turned around abruptly. A face mostly obscured by shadows was revealed under the hood, with only a pair of wide-open eyes filled with disbelief and horror.

Who exactly is this person?

Its speed is already top-notch among Soul Masters of the same level, but the speed of the pursuer behind it is not like that of a human, but more like that of a Soul Beast that has locked onto its prey.

Three footprints were left within a hundred meters. Is this even human?

Not to mention that the opponent didn't even use a martial soul, relying purely on physical strength!

The man in black gritted his teeth, and four spirit rings suddenly rose from beneath his feet.

Two yellow and two purple, the best configuration. Immediately afterwards, a long sword emerged from under the black robe, its blade shimmering with a faint golden light. The light was warm and holy, completely out of place in this dark and cramped alley.

Taking advantage of its forward momentum, it suddenly turned around, and its long sword, wrapped in golden light, slashed down at Lu Ren.

This sword strike was swift and ruthless, carrying a madness of fighting to the death.

It knew it couldn't outrun the person behind it, so it had no choice but to fight back.

But just as it drew its sword to counterattack, snake eye seals suddenly appeared on both sides of Lu Ren's mouth.

The fangs on his tongue lit up simultaneously. He opened his mouth, and though his voice wasn't loud, it exploded like thunder in the alleyway:

"Don't move!!!"

The sound waves were distorted by the power of the incantation, transforming into a visible ring of ripples that spread out from the center of the alley.

The sound waves struck the brick walls on both sides, causing the lime on the walls to fall off in a flurry.

The sound waves hit the clothesline overhead, causing the line to shake violently and the clothes hanging on it to fly up.

The target at the very center of the sound wave, the black-robed man, felt as if his entire body had been gripped by an invisible hand the moment the words "Don't move" were uttered.

The longsword in its hand stopped in mid-air, its tip less than a foot from Lu Ren's forehead, but it could not go any further.

The golden light on the sword was still flowing, but the arm holding the sword was as stiff as a stone sculpture.

Not only its arms, but also its legs, torso, and neck—every muscle was completely frozen at that moment.

I can't move!

It remained in its backhand slashing posture, like a flying insect frozen in amber, unable to even move its eyes.

"W-What kind of ability is this?!"

The man in the black robe blurted out.

The voice came from under the hood, clear and melodious, with a distinctly female tone and a hint of barely concealed terror.

Lu Ren did not answer. He took a step forward, grabbed the black-robed woman's collar with his right hand, and lifted her up with force, then slammed her against the wall next to him.

"Bang!"

The muffled sound echoed through the alley.

The man in the black robe slammed his back against the brick wall, causing dust to fall from the cracks in the wall.

She let out a muffled groan, her body slowly sliding down the wall, the hood she was wearing coming off in the process, and her dazzling golden hair cascading down like a waterfall.

Lu Ren loosened her collar, took a half step back, and finally saw the person in front of him clearly.

She is a stunning beauty.

Her long, dazzling golden hair shone brightly even in the dimly lit alley.

Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders and back, creating a striking contrast with the black cloak she wore.

Her face was as exquisite as a work of art, with a high, straight nose, a soft jawline, and a pair of clear, beautiful eyes that were now filled with anger and resentment.

Beneath the black robe was a shapely and well-developed body, whose curves could not be concealed even by the loose robe.

Her skin was so fair it was almost translucent, and against her blonde hair, it appeared even more sacred and inviolable.

Judging from their ages, she and Lu Ren seem to be around the same age, about fifteen or sixteen.

But the stubbornness and wariness between her brows made her look more mature than her actual age.

This person is none other than Ye Guyi, the possessor of the Holy Angel Martial Soul.

Even Lu Ren didn't expect that he would be so lucky. He ran into the person he was looking for not long after he went out.

Lu Ren's gaze lingered on her face for a moment before he spoke softly.

"You must be Ye Guyi."

Ye Guyi leaned against the wall, her chest heaving violently.

She was firmly bound by a curse that forbade her to move, and could not move any part of her body except her eyes and mouth.

She could only glare fiercely at Lu Ren, her eyes like those of a kitten cornered against a wall, knowing it was no match for him but still bristling with fur.

"Stop running away." Lu Ren said calmly, "Shangguan Weier can't protect you now, otherwise you wouldn't be running away alone."