Douluo Continent: I came from Demon Slayer!

Lin Yang flipped himself up and stood on the top of the carriage, his gaze sweeping over the figures emerging from the darkness.

The group of bandits numbered about twenty, dressed in disheveled clothes, carrying knives and axes, their eyes gleaming with greed and ferocity.

However, one thing is certain: this is a rabble composed of Soul Masters and bandits.

Among the dozens of people, only two or three were surrounded by white spirit rings.

"Form ranks and protect the cargo!"

Phil also saw those greedy hyenas.

Although nervous, he had traveled extensively for many years and quickly regained his composure, shouting sternly.

The guards quickly positioned themselves with their backs to the vehicle, their long spears pointing outwards, forming a simple defensive circle.

"Master Lin."

Hearing Phil's shouts, a glint flashed in Lin Yang's eyes, and the two yellow soul rings beneath his feet shone brightly in the darkness.

This was naturally the result of Lin Yang using "Eye Concealment" to distort his senses.

If the colors of the two thousand-year soul rings were truly revealed, it would be far too shocking.

Even so, the two century-old soul rings, a standard combination, still caused a great uproar among the bandits.

"A Soul Master! A two-ring Great Soul Master!"

One of the robbers cried out in alarm.

Originally blinded by greed, upon seeing the two yellow spirit rings symbolizing power and rank,

As if doused with a bucket of cold water, fear welled up in their eyes.

Just as someone stopped in their tracks, a large, ghost-headed cleaver instantly cleaved a bandit in two.

The one-eyed giant was surrounded by two spirit rings, one white and one yellow, and he coldly surveyed the others around him. His fleshy frame and menacing appearance...

"Let's see who dares to back down now!"

Seeing this, the bandits had no choice but to grit their teeth and charge forward.

Rinsing it won't necessarily kill you, but not rinsing it will definitely kill you.

Lin Yang didn't care what they thought, and his second spirit ring lit up quickly.

A smear of blood was casually sprinkled by Lin Yang, and the blood quickly transformed in the air, turning into blood-red thorns.

Ghostly Body Second Soul Skill: Flesh and Thorns!

These thorns grew and spread rapidly at an alarming rate.

It is covered with sharp spikes, hard yet resilient, like a living caltrop.

These thorns formed a large net, covering the bandits from above.

The sharp spikes easily pierced the skin, tearing through the flesh.

When they receive fresh blood, these thorns immediately take root, absorb blood, and grow and reproduce.

Until the host is completely dead!

Accompanied by cries of pain, the bandits at the forefront were instantly swallowed up by the thorny thicket.

"This is a tough one. Let's cripple that kid first!"

The one-eyed giant roared.

He knew very well that he couldn't let this drag on any longer; if he did, these people's morale would completely collapse.

He strode towards Lin Yang, his soul power erupting from his body.

As the white spirit ring flickered, a faint white light rose from the Ghost Head Greatsword.

With a sudden stomp of his foot, the burly man leaped into the air, his blade heavy, as if he were about to cleave him and the carriage in two.

Lin Yang's expression remained unchanged. With a slight twitch of his fingertips, several thorns suddenly shot out from behind the burly man and deftly wrapped around his legs.

The spikes pierced his flesh, and the one-eyed giant's expression changed drastically. He shifted his stance, slashing left and right, trying to cut the thorns in half.

But when his martial spirit struck the brambles, it faintly produced a series of metallic clanging sounds.

"What kind of martial soul is this?"

The one-eyed giant was both shocked and furious. His first soul skill couldn't even inflict damage?

Meanwhile, the other bandits were also engaged in battle with the caravan's guards.

The shouts of battle, the clash of weapons, and screams instantly added a touch of blood to this desolate wasteland.

"Die, you son of a bitch!"

A skinny, monkey-like bandit, extremely agile, surrounded by a ring of white spirit energy.

He rushed to a guard in two or three steps, and with a wave of his hand, the guard's leather armor on his chest was torn in two as easily as paper.

Lin Yang frowned slightly, a thought flashing through his mind.

Suddenly, three or five brambles parted from the thicket of thorns, lashing out like whips at the first-ring Soul Masters.

The bandits were instantly whipped until their skin was torn and they staggered backward, relieving the pressure on the guards.

"Damn it, I'm your opponent!" the one-eyed giant roared in anger.

Taking advantage of Lin Yang's clone, his soul power surged, and his second soul skill activated.

"Second Soul Skill, Berserk Slash!"

The ghost-head broadsword shone with a dark red light, and the blade seemed to have expanded significantly.

It carried a fierce and violent aura, striking directly at Lin Yang himself.

Clearly unable to cut the thorns that were entangled him, he decided to eliminate Lin Yang, the Soul Master, first.

With Lin Yang dead, his soul skill naturally crumbled on its own.

However, Lin Yang didn't even glance at the one-eyed giant's desperate attack, and just yawned in boredom.

Just then, the one-eyed giant's burly body suddenly froze as he charged forward, his remaining eyeball bulging out incredulously.

puff!puff!

The next instant, a chilling sound emanated from his body.

Countless sharp, blood-red thorns shot wildly from the one-eyed man's mouth, eyes, and even his entire body.

The brambles were stained with warm blood, which dripped onto the ground, splattering into tiny bloodstains.

In the blink of an eye, the fierce bandit was reduced to a mangled and broken corpse.

There are still brambles growing on top, like ropes that snatch souls and bind lives.

Such a terrifying scene plunged the entire battlefield into a deathly silence.

Whether they were bandits or caravans, their gazes toward Lin Yang were filled with terror and horror.

clang!

A large knife was thrown to the ground, making a piercing sound.

One of the bandits, pale as a ghost, clutched his head and screamed hoarsely.

"I...I surrender, please don't kill me!"

The sound of crying seemed to trigger a domino effect.

Clang, clang... Weapons landed one after another and were thrown to the ground.

The remaining bandits seemed to have all their strength drained away, and one by one they threw down their weapons.

They crouched on the ground, trembling, like quails, their heads in their hands.

Only heavy breathing, suppressed sobs, and painful screams could be heard near the camp.

"Lord Lin... Lord Lin..."

Phil walked over, suppressing his discomfort, and carefully observed his expression.

"What...how should we deal with these people?"

Lin Yang's gaze swept calmly over the surviving prisoners, and everyone subconsciously avoided his eyes, not daring to meet his gaze.

Lin Yang's face remained expressionless; he simply waved his hand casually.

"You decide what to do!"

After saying that, he ignored everything behind him and turned back to his carriage.

Everything that followed was kept out of the train carriage.

Lin Yang had no interest in knowing how Phil dealt with the surrendered bandits.

However, as the journey progressed, he could clearly sense the respect and caution that others showed when they looked at him.

The day after encountering the bandits, the caravan officially entered the Star Luo Empire, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, their expressions much more relaxed.

On the fifth day, the caravan entered the Kingdom of Peraj.

In the kingdom's capital, Peraj, Lin Yang looked at the obsequious Phil, accepted the doubled reward, and officially parted ways with the caravan.