Martial Soul City, Douluo Hall.
Second Worship Jin E glanced at the gradually fading figure outside the hall doors, then turned back to advise the leader.
"Grand Worship, are we not going to stop her this time?"
Qian Daoliu faced the Angel God statue, his eyes devoid of joy or sorrow.
"She can no longer be stopped, and the time is nearly upon us."
"Go, and have the hall cooperate with her actions."
Jin E did not fully grasp Qian Daoliu's meaning, but since Qian Daoliu had no intention of explaining, he did not dare to ask further. He took his leave, and Qian Daoliu was left alone in the hall.
Qian Daoliu pierced through the illusions, watching the two graceful figures within the Angel Secret Realm, his heart filled with silent thoughts.
Keep going! Xue Er, Lily.
On the other side, at the foot of Pope Mountain.
Chrysanthemum Ghost Two Douluo saw the stunning beauty walking gracefully toward them and bowed in greeting.
"Your Majesty!" x2
"Rise."
Bibi Dong responded indifferently, stepped past them, and boarded the carriage.
Chrysanthemum Ghost Two Douluo: "Thank you, Your Majesty!" x2
"Let's go, to Du'song Pass," came the order to depart from within the carriage.
"Yes, Your Majesty!" x2
Upon hearing this, Chrysanthemum Ghost Two Douluo were both startled and exchanged a glance.
Yue Guan: Has it succeeded?
Ghost: It appears so.
The two communicated with their eyes, but their movements never faltered. They mounted their horses to clear the path, leading the royal carriage procession toward the city gates.
Du'song Pass was the border fortress where the Martial Soul Empire faced the Star Luo Empire. The two great empires had ceased hostilities for three years; now that the Emperor of the Martial Soul Empire was suddenly heading there, the objective was self-evident.
Inside the carriage, Bibi Dong looked at the Pope's Edict in her hand, which authorized the deployment of troops, a look of disdain and madness flashing in her eyes.
Qian Daoliu, just wait! The end of your Qian Family is coming!
Three days later, Du'song Pass opened!
Chrysanthemum Ghost Two Douluo led twenty thousand Martial Soul Hall Soul Masters and the regular army of the Martial Soul Empire to launch a fierce offensive against the Star Luo Empire. The peace that had been maintained for nearly four years was shattered, and the continent was once again plunged into war.
Facing the sudden attack from the Martial Soul Empire, the Star Luo side was initially thrown into a panic, but they quickly reacted, accepted the reality that war had resumed, and launched a counterattack.
In the early stages of the war, the Star Luo Empire relied on its abundant manpower and thorough preparations to successfully withstand the Martial Soul Hall's offensive. The Hell White Tiger, formed by the fusion of two Title Douluo and Soul Douluo, held the line, while the twenty thousand Soul Masters were countered by a million-strong army and the Star Luo Soul Master units. However, this response was only effective in the beginning.
More than three years ago, when the Martial Soul Empire was first established, the Star Luo Empire could indeed hold off their offensive due to the lack of a regular army, but that was no longer the case. After three years of consolidation, Bibi Dong had completely cleared out internal threats, and the regular army had grown to six hundred thousand strong. Excluding the one hundred thousand troops guarding the north, five hundred thousand were at Du'song Pass, and this time, they were deployed in full force.
For the first few days, while high-end combatants kept each other in check and casualties were not yet severe, the Star Luo Empire could still hold their ground. However, after days of slaughter, as the casualties of the regular army gradually increased, the combat power gap brought by the twenty thousand elite Soul Masters of the Martial Soul Hall began to widen continuously and became unstoppable.
Dai Bingjun had just swiped a Black Tiger Soul Saint of the Martial Soul Hall back with his claws when a shadow flashed past behind him, kicking up a large mist of blood.
The injury to his back caused Dai Bingjun a sharp pain. He turned to unleash a White Tiger Light Wave, but it was too late; the agile attacker had already retreated.
The assailant flashed to the side of the Black Tiger Soul Saint in front of Dai Bingjun, blood still dripping from the short sword in her hand.
Dai Bingjun looked at the woman in front of him, whose appearance and figure were both plain, and his expression turned uncontrollably cold. He had been slashed by her again. Although the wound was not deep this time, if this continued, the balance would shift, and he would undoubtedly lose!
The Short Sword Female Soul Saint licked the blood off her blade, a look of pleasure on her face; it seemed the blood of the White Tiger Dai Family was to her liking. However, this behavior seemed somewhat strange to her companion, who felt uncomfortable as they were both tigers.
"Stop that! In public, do you want the Adjudication Force to come knocking on your door later?"
Hearing the words "Adjudication Force," the female Soul Saint shivered, not daring to lick the blade again, and refocused her attention on Dai Bingjun.
"Prince, you are truly valiant! To hold out for so long against two opponents, yet this is destined to be in vain. Why risk your life for an Emperor who exiled you?"
To the Seductress Soul Saint who had failed to lick blood and was now trying to sow discord, Dai Bingjun remained unmoved. He widened his tiger eyes and shouted.
"The affairs of my Dai Family are not for a Soul Saint like you to manage. If you have the ability, then kill me!"
He, Dai Bingjun, was not a good man, and because of Yun Ming, he had been exiled to the border, far from the power he once held. But he still carried the name Dai, and the pride in his bones would not allow him to retreat.
The Black Tiger Soul Saint had no intention of saying more. With a roar of "Kill," he charged again, and Dai Bingjun met him head-on.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The two fought in close quarters, fists and claws flying, every strike lethal. But this was not a duel; the intermittent strikes from the Short Sword Female Soul Saint forced Dai Bingjun to be cautious, and he soon fell into a disadvantage. Caught off guard, he took a heavy blow, his chest pierced through by the short sword.
"Your Highness!"
The Copper Hammer Soul Saint under Dai Bingjun's command cried out in alarm upon seeing his master's state. He wanted to step forward to help, but he had his own opponent to deal with and could not reach him.
This was a significant battle within the overall theater, but it was merely a microcosm of the entire battlefield; elsewhere, the sounds of killing were equally deafening, and the ground was soaked in blood.
Five days after the war officially began, Zhenbei City fell. The gateway to the Star Luo Empire had ultimately collapsed under the iron hooves of the Martial Soul Empire, and Dai Bingjun, upholding his loyalty to Star Luo, died on the battlefield.
Heaven Dou City, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Seven Treasure Pavilion.
Ning Fengzhi finished reading the war report in his hand, placed it on the tea table, and sighed with emotion.
"The Star Luo Empire is finished."
Chen Xin glanced at the contents of the battle report, which stated, 'Zhenbei Pass has fallen. After the Martial Soul Empire army entered the heartland of Star Luo, they drove straight in, breaking through nine cities in succession, with seventy percent of the million-strong army lost.' Regarding this, Chen Xin's assessment was:
"As expected."
"Indeed! As expected, but thinking that this world is about to be unified, I cannot help but feel a sense of melancholy."
"Sword Uncle, do you think if we had still stood on the side of the Two Great Empires, the current outcome would have been any different?" Ning Fengzhi asked casually.
Thinking back to the time of the Seven Sects hegemony, the combat power displayed by Martial Soul Hall, and the appearance of Qian Daoliu during the war in the Dead Realm, Chen Xin denied it.
"No. The gap is too vast; we would have been defeated without a doubt."
Ning Fengzhi smiled.
"Indeed. Fortunately, we chose the right side."
After sighing over their choice, Ning Fengzhi began his own course of action.
"Someone, come!"
A figure appeared within the pavilion, kneeling to await orders.
"Convey my message to Your Majesty: the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is standing by, ready to accept Your Majesty's dispatch at any time."
"Also, send someone to notify the Breaking Clan of our actions."
The 'Your Majesty' here referred to Xue Qinghe. Under the current situation, his dispatch could only be to clear away the obstacles for Heaven Dou.
Now that the overall situation was settled, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had to secure some merit to rely on, so they could better handle the situation that would follow.
"Yes!" The figure responded, turning into a blur and vanishing.
Seeing the person leave, Chen Xin spoke up to ask.
"For matters of the imperial court, our sect can resolve them alone. Is there a need for the assistance of the Breaking Clan?"
Chen Xin's political sensitivity was average; he had understood the first half, but not the second.
Ning Fengzhi shook his head and explained.
"There is no need, but we cannot fail to mention them."
Chen Xin: "?"
"There is a distinction between sovereign and subject," Ning Fengzhi said calmly.
Chen Xin suddenly realized. That's right! There is a distinction between sovereign and subject. Although the Breaking Clan did not join the Martial Soul Empire, the future Empress of the Martial Soul Empire is Ya Li, which is no different from Yun Ming declaring himself emperor. They could no longer face the Breaking Clan with their former attitude.
Star Luo was in imminent danger, and Heaven Dou was also preparing to act, while the source of the future shift in the situation, Yun Mouren, had reached a critical moment in his cultivation.
Dead Realm, inside the space of the Golden Tree.
Yun Ming's expression was solemn as he silently waited for the final opportunity.
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