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

Brown particles floated in the air, emitting a pungent odor.

"Tiger, is that girl really coming?"

A low-ranking henchman asked uneasily.

Li Hu, his face still bearing the gruesome gash, kicked one of the henchmen: "Nonsense, this old bastard is that bitch's only weakness! If she dares not to come..."

He turned and gave the old woman a malicious glance:

"Then today wasn't a complete waste of time!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a chilling killing intent instantly enveloped the entire mine.

Where is my grandma?

Ling Qingyue approached Li Hu step by step, her eyes filled with a chilling coldness like ancient ice.

"Hahaha! You actually dared to come?"

Li Hu was not alarmed but rather delighted, arrogantly pointing at Ling Qingyue, "You bitch! If you want that old bastard to live, obediently waste your soul power and crawl over here!"

He pointed to his crotch, then to Jiang Cheng, who sat beside him like a small mountain.

His arrogance was completely undisguised.

"If you behave well today, I promise your grandma will be fine."

Ling Qingyue glanced at the ugly mountain of flesh next to Li Hu and clenched her fists.

So strong!

That person was probably more than one rank higher than her.

Ling Qingyue glanced at Shang Luo unintentionally, and her heart clenched when she saw his calm expression.

She knew her boss was very strong; he could easily kill a thousand-year-old soul beast.

However, high-level soul masters are obviously much harder to deal with than soul beasts. What the boss can do, Jiang Cheng, who is standing still, can do as well.

Jiang Cheng's fearsome reputation was too great. Relying on his cultivation method that absorbed flesh, his fearsome reputation even surpassed that of Li Shi, who was at the Soul Emperor level.

Could it be that the boss can defeat the Soul King with just one ring?

How is that possible!

Besides, the boss is the same age as him, so why isn't he nervous at all?

On the contrary, he seemed so confident.

Ling Qingyue composed herself and decided to take things one step at a time.

She believed her boss wasn't a reckless person.

Ling Qingyue turned her head, her cold eyes sweeping over Li Hu.

To ensure her grandmother's safety, she didn't want to provoke the other party.

"What do you want in return for releasing them?"

Seeing that Ling Qingyue had suppressed her murderous aura and was instead asking him questions, Li Hu was almost driven mad with excitement.

That's right! That's right!

That's exactly the feeling he wanted—to make this bitch powerless against him!

He touched the gash on his face where Ling Qingyue had poked him, and grinned maliciously, "It's simple, let's fight again. If you win, you can take your grandma away."

"If you lose, we'll cripple your soul power and let you play with us."

He stared at Ling Qingyue with a sinister look, then winked at his henchman beside him:

"But this time I'm not going to fight you one-on-one. You alone can take on ten of us."

"How is it?"

The nine people Li Hu selected, excluding himself, were all Great Soul Masters with two rings. Dealing with a useless Martial Soul with only one ring was incredibly easy for them.

He was eager to see this aloof beauty kneeling at his feet, her face full of longing.

Li Hu looked at Ling Qingyue with a mocking expression, trying to find a trace of panic, fear, or even longing on her face.

but.

There was no expression on his face at all.

Instead, it was the slow, upward curve of her lips that seemed to mock his ignorance:

With your abilities?

"Alright, all of you come at me together."

Ling Qingyue didn't say much, nodded to Shang Luo, and an ice-blue longsword appeared in her hand.

Li Hu was so angry that he laughed. He didn't know where this stupid woman got her confidence. She could hurt him with her sword. Did she really think she had the strength?

"Okay, okay..."

He pointed at Ling Qingyue and shouted, "Go get her! Leave that bitch a chance to breathe!"

"Don't worry, boss, we'll definitely get to try out some beauties like this after we've had our fill!"

The mercenaries' spirit rings lit up, most of them being ten-year or hundred-year-old white and yellow spirit rings. They roared and pounced forward, their various martial spirit lights flashing chaotically, creating a rather frightening scene for a moment.

Ling Qingyue smiled faintly, and her icy blue soul power began to overflow.

She abandoned her usual coldness, her eyes flashing with murderous intent. Before the Frost Moon Sword was even drawn, its chilling sword aura had already cut the skin of the nearest mercenaries, drawing blood.

"wrong!"

The mercenaries who were nearby obviously realized that this was no useless martial spirit at all!

How could a useless martial soul possess such terrifying chill and sharpness?

Li Hu's birth!

The people in front turned around and retreated rapidly, while Li Hu kicked one of them back, cursing under his breath.

"What's there to be afraid of with a useless martial soul? What's the point of running away..."

But before he could finish speaking, a visible, icy blue storm, a blend of coldness and sword intent, surged outwards in a fan shape!

"Holy crap?!"

Seeing this scene, Li Hu was greatly alarmed.

"How is this possible! This bitch has nothing but a worthless martial soul!"

Li Hu's eyes were bloodshot, his previous smugness and contempt completely gone, and his face had turned ashen.

He felt as if his blood had become sluggish, and he couldn't even turn around and run away!

boom--!

In less than a second, all the mercenaries' soul skills, weapons, and bodies froze the moment they came into contact with the storm, and their bodies were covered with a hard layer of ice at a visible speed!

Then, the sword intent poured down.

The ice sculpture shattered into pieces, scattered all over the ground.

One sword—

Sold out instantly!

The entire mine was deathly silent, save for Li Hu's heavy, disordered breathing, which was punctuated by extreme fear.

A cloud of blood mist dissipated.

Jiang Cheng, holding the dazed Li Hu in one hand, squinted at Ling Qingyue.

He really wanted to slap Li Hu to death right now!

This is what you call a useless martial spirit?

If a second-ringed spirit can unleash attacks at the Soul Master level, then the quality of its martial soul must be terrifyingly high.

But that's all...

The improvement a martial spirit can provide to one's strength cannot exceed the improvement one's level.

Before him, Ling Qingyue couldn't last five moves.

But with such beauty and such powerful cultivation, if he were to absorb her... wouldn't he be able to directly advance to the Soul Emperor realm?

At that point, Li Shi won't have the final say on the Blood Wolf anymore!

Thinking of this, he felt much better, and even his voice became softer.

"Little girl, if you obediently become my blood puppet today, I can not only release your grandmother, but also let you kill this piece of trash to vent your anger."

Jiang Cheng cast a circle of blood-red light around Li Hu and casually tossed it at Ling Qingyue's feet.

"Jiang Cheng! Do you know what you're doing? Are you fucking insane?"

Unable to move, Li Hu writhed on the ground, glaring venomously at Jiang Cheng: "You're dead when my father gets back!"

"Just because of a wounded lion?"

Jiang Cheng scoffed and didn't reply.

"Injured? What did you do to my father?"

Li Hu's face instantly darkened, and his voice began to tremble.

"Ling Qingyue, as long as you kill that old bastard, I'll do anything..."

Before Li Hu could finish speaking, the icy blue sword light slashed across his neck.

A jet of blood spurted out.

"readily!"

Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, then his gaze greedily fell on Ling Qingyue, and he said viciously:

"So what are you waiting for? Do you expect me to invite you over?"

Ling Qingyue did not sheath her Frost Moon Sword. Instead, she raised the tip of the sword and pointed it directly at Jiang Cheng's head, saying with a half-smile:

"Old man, when did I agree to that?"