Douluo: Steal Tang San's luck and become stronger!

However, his hasty explanation, to Tang Lan who was disguised as "Long Xiaoyao," was tantamount to directly confirming an extremely important piece of information—

The Holy Spirit Cult's large-scale and cruel "Bloody Bird" blood sacrifice, collecting massive amounts of flesh, blood, soul, and energy, is ultimately aimed at "opening a door"! A "door" that requires such horrific sacrifices to open!
"Door?"

Tang Lan's heart stirred slightly upon hearing these words.

He had originally planned to easily annihilate the Soul Douluo, who was trapped in spatial compression and on the verge of collapse, seize the Soul Refining Furnace, and end this farce. However, the other party's hasty remark, "Open that door," made him change his mind.

This confirmed some of his previous guesses, but clearly, the Soul Douluo probably knew more. The more valuable intelligence lay in the specific information about this "door"—its location, how it opened, what it connected to, and the ultimate goal of the Holy Spirit Cult.

Killing him is easy, but the intelligence might be lost in the process. Perhaps... I should keep him alive; maybe I can extract something from him. Anyway, with my current strength, this Ten Thousand Souls Douluo is nothing but a turtle in a jar, unable to cause any trouble.

In the blink of an eye, Tang Lan's cold face remained expressionless, as if she didn't care at all about the mention of "that door".

He simply raised his hand again, gently clenched his five fingers towards the Wan Hun Douluo who was struggling painfully in the spatial compression, and then pulled it outward.

The invisible spatial pressure that had enveloped Wan Hun Douluo and nearly crushed him suddenly changed! It was no longer a terrifying pressure from all directions, but instead rapidly contracted and wove, transforming into chains that were visible to the naked eye, shimmering with a pale gray luster, and formed from pure spatial power!
These crisscrossing chains pierced precisely through the Wan Hun Douluo's semi-ethereal soul body, causing no real damage, but acting like the strongest shackles, tightly locking away his soul power, movements, and even his connection with external energy!

In the blink of an eye, a three-dimensional cage, about three zhang square and made of light gray spatial chains, appeared out of thin air and trapped Wan Hun Douluo firmly in the center!

The cage hovered in mid-air, and the Ten Thousand Souls Douluo struggled in vain within it. His soul body crashed against the spatial chains, only stirring up faint ripples, but it could not shake the cage in the slightest. Even the Soul Refining Furnace in his hand was mostly blocked by the cage, making it appear dim and lackluster.

"M-Sir! What is this...?"

The Soul Douluo was filled with shock and fear. Trapped in the spatial cage, he felt like a fish pulled from the water, his power severely restricted, and his connection with the Soul Refining Furnace becoming increasingly difficult. His heart was filled with confusion and a growing sense of dread. What exactly did Long Xiaoyao want? Was he truly going to purge his own sect?

However, before he could continue to wail or ask questions, strong soul power fluctuations suddenly erupted from two other directions of Dongyang City. Two streams of light, different in color but equally swift and sharp, were breaking through the air at an astonishing speed, their target being the sky above the East Gate!

It was after noticing the unusual activity here, especially after feeling the terrifying dragon's might and spatial fluctuations, that the other two elders of the Holy Spirit Cult rushed over from the South Gate and the North Gate—the Abomination Douluo and the Nightmare Douluo!

The Demon Lord of Hatred transformed into a yellowish-brown light filled with a violent and heavy aura. Even before he arrived, his nauseatingly greedy appetite and violent rage already assaulted the senses.

Nightmare Douluo was like a wisp of ethereal, dark purple smoke, carrying a drowsy mental fluctuation, with an unpredictable trajectory.

Two streaks of light arrived in an instant, stopping abruptly in the air a hundred feet away from "Long Xiaoyao," revealing two figures.

The Abomination Douluo is a bald giant with a body as fat as a mountain, skin with a strange stone-like luster, a ferocious face, and a mouth full of sharp teeth. In his hand, he is holding a bloody limb that is hard to tell whether it is human or beast, obviously he was "eating" or was interrupted by the battle.

Nightmare Douluo is a thin man shrouded in a wide, dark purple robe, his face hidden in the shadow of his hood, revealing only a pair of eyes that shimmer with a mesmerizing purple light.

When the two arrived at the scene, the first thing they saw was "Long Xiaoyao" standing high in the sky, exuding supreme dragon might, with his hands behind his back, and being imprisoned in a spatial cage.

The disheveled Wanhun Douluo, the three Imperial Title Douluos waiting in ambush below, and the chaotic city walls being fiercely attacked by the Imperial army.

The complex and bizarre situation before them startled both Abomination and Nightmare, countless thoughts racing through their minds. How could the Dragon Priest be here? How did he imprison Ten Thousand Souls? The enemy's attack below was so fierce; the city walls were on the verge of falling…

Despite their many doubts, the strict hierarchical rules and the supreme deity of the sect prevented them from showing the slightest disrespect. The Abomination Douluo quickly discarded the severed limb in his hand and, together with the Nightmare Douluo, respectfully bowed in the direction of "Long Xiaoyao" in mid-air.

"Your subordinate is disgusted and pays respects to the Dragon Worshipper! I was unaware of your arrival and have failed to greet you properly. I hope you will forgive me!"

Their voices carried reverence, yet also a hint of barely perceptible unease. Long Xiaoyao was cold and aloof, his actions unpredictable; his appearance now, and the trapping of countless souls, remained a mystery.

Tang Lan didn't even lift her eyelids, as if these two elders, who were infamous in the Soul Master world, were no different from roadside weeds.

He didn't even bother to glance at them, and casually, as if shooing away flies, he flicked his sleeve again in the direction where Hatred and Nightmare were.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, no dazzling soul skill light.

But the moment he waved his sleeve, the air around Abomination Douluo and Nightmare Douluo suddenly froze! The two men's expressions changed drastically, and they were about to use their soul power to resist or dodge when they were horrified to discover that...

The small space I was in seemed to have been "cut" out of the whole world by an invisible hand, and then subjected to unimaginable blockade and confinement!

The pale gray spatial power surged forth once more, at an unbelievable speed, even faster and smoother than when the Ten Thousand Souls Douluo was imprisoned! Countless fine spatial chains materialized out of thin air, weaving together into a net that instantly enveloped and sealed the unresponsive Abomination Douluo and Nightmare Douluo!
The Abomination Douluo roared, unleashing a violent, earth-yellow soul power from his body. His muscles bulged as he tried to break free of the chains with brute force, but the spatial chains were incredibly tough and directly affected the spatial dimension in which he was located.

No matter how strong he was, he couldn't budge the chains even a little. Instead, they tightened around him, eventually turning him into a yellowish-brown "giant cocoon," revealing only a fat face twisted with anger and terror.

Nightmare Douluo was even worse off. His strengths lay in mental attacks and creating illusions; physical strength and direct defense were never his forte. Faced with this method of directly sealing off space, his bizarre illusions and mental attacks were like mud sinking into the sea, utterly ineffective.

The dark purple soul power that had just surged out was ruthlessly suppressed and eliminated by the spatial chains. The person was wrapped up like a purplish-black "zongzi" and could not even speak. Only his purple eyes were filled with disbelief and horror.

With a wave of his hand, and with a casual gesture, the two titled Douluo elders, whose strength had reached level ninety-two and who were considered the backbone of the Holy Spirit Cult, were imprisoned in the same spatial cage like helpless infants, suspended next to the cage of the Ten Thousand Souls Douluo, becoming brothers in misfortune!

This scene not only left the three imperial retainers below—Sha Ran, Wu Wei, and Dongfang Gu—utterly dumbfounded and chilled to the bone, but also sent shockwaves through the hearts of all the soldiers and soul masters on both sides near the East Gate who had witnessed it, almost forgetting to breathe! That was a notorious elder of the Holy Spirit Cult! He… he couldn't even withstand a single move from that "Dragon Carefree" master? No, it wasn't even a move, just a casual flick of the wrist! Is this the terrifying power of a Limit Douluo?! It's like a god looking down on an ant!
Tang Lan was completely unconcerned about the shock he had caused. To him, dealing with these level 91 and 92 Title Douluos was a piece of cake, given his demigod-level spatial control.

Indeed, it was as easy as an adult manipulating a child's toy. If it weren't for the need for intelligence and maintaining the "Long Xiaoyao" persona, he could have wiped them out in the blink of an eye.

After dealing with the three noisy elders, Tang Lan's gaze finally slowly swept over the chaotic and deafening battlefield at the East Gate below, and over those who were listless due to the "Soul-Trapping Array".

The garrison and evil spirit masters, terrified and desperate because their leaders had been captured, also swept over the Douling Empire's army and Tang Sect disciples, whose morale was high and whose offensive was like a tidal wave.

He took a slow breath, channeled his soul power, and that cold, aloof voice, seemingly metallic yet clearly resonating throughout every corner of Dongyang City, rang out once more.

This time, it's not targeting individuals, but an announcement to the entire city.

"All members of the Holy Spirit Cult within Dongyang City, all city guards and Soul Masters, listen up—"

The voice wasn't loud, but it contained supreme authority, like a divine decree, directly imprinted on everyone's heart, bringing silence to the chaotic battlefield.

"I am Long Xiaoyao."

The simple self-introduction sent shivers down the spines of everyone in the Holy Spirit Church, filling them with awe and fear.

"Order: Everyone, immediately lay down your weapons, cease all resistance, and surrender to the Tang Sect and the Douling Empire!"

"This order shall take effect immediately!"

"Those who disobey orders—will be killed, without exception, without pardon!"

The last three words, spoken slowly and deliberately, struck the souls of all the resisters like three heavy hammers, carrying an undeniable resolve and a chilling killing intent!
"..."

Quiet.

A deathly silence enveloped Dongyang City for several breaths.

Whether it was the defending soldiers still fighting tooth and nail on the city walls, the evil spirit masters stubbornly resisting in the streets and alleys, or the civilians trembling behind their bunkers, they were all dumbfounded! Their minds went blank, completely unable to understand the orders they heard.

Dragon...Lord Long Xiaoyao? One of the highest-ranking figures of the Holy Spirit Cult? Ordered all members and troops of the Holy Spirit Cult...to surrender to the Tang Sect and the Douling Empire?!

What... what's going on?! Have the dragon worshippers gone mad?! Or are they all hallucinating?!
The evil spirit masters of the Holy Spirit Cult felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, their bodies turning ice-cold. Surrender? For these evil spirit masters, whose hands were stained with blood and who harbored deep-seated hatred for the two great empires and the Tang Clan, surrender was a terrible idea.

Surrender means trial, execution, and certain death! How could the Dragon Elder issue such an order? Does the Holy Church intend to abandon Dongyang City and them? But even if they were to abandon it, it shouldn't be surrender!

Doubt, fear, confusion, bewilderment... all sorts of emotions churned wildly in the hearts of the defenders and the evil spirit masters.

However, this brief hesitation and daze caused by extreme shock and disbelief is a fatal flaw on the battlefield!

"The Dragon Lord has decreed: Those who surrender will not be killed! Those who resist will die!"

Sha Ran was the first to react. Although he also found Long Xiaoyao's order extremely absurd and incomprehensible, as a veteran who had been through many battles, he instantly seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, gathered his soul power, and roared like thunder!

"Kill them! They dare not resist!"

"Charge in! Capture the city gate!"

"Tang Clan disciples, follow me and charge!"

The generals of the Douling Empire and the leaders of the Tang Clan also realized that regardless of whether "Long Xiaoyao" was real or fake or what his intentions were, the enemy's morale was on the verge of collapse, their command system was paralyzed, and they were in chaos due to orders. This was the perfect opportunity to expand the victory and secure a decisive victory!
The deafening battle cries erupted once more, but this time, they came almost entirely from the attacking side! The Imperial soldiers and Tang Sect Soul Masters seemed to have been given a shot of adrenaline, and their offensive became even more ferocious and ruthless!
The defending troops, on the other hand, were thrown into disarray by the incomprehensible "surrender order," their morale plummeted, and their will to resist instantly fell to rock bottom!
With one side gaining and the other losing, the superiority or inferiority is immediately apparent!
On the east city wall, the remaining defenders were barely able to put up any effective resistance before collapsing completely under the overwhelming onslaught of the Imperial army! Soldiers abandoned their armor and weapons, Soul Masters fled in panic, and a few brave or desperate Evil Soul Masters tried to fight back, only to be overwhelmed by enemies who outnumbered them several times over.

Just then, behind the imperial army's formation outside the city, several giant soul cannons, which had already been reloaded and were ready to fire, roared once again at the commander's order!

Boom! Boom! Boom!
Several thick, pale golden beams of soul energy slammed into the already crumbling East Gate!
Previously, in order to lure and distract the enemy, the east gate had not been subjected to the main force of the giant soul cannons. Now, with the defenders collapsing, the formation weakened, and the gate itself damaged from the prolonged battle, these few cannon shots became the final straw that broke the camel's back!
Boom! ...
A deafening roar, even more deafening than when the west gate shattered, resounded! Amidst blinding golden light and a shower of flying wood and iron filings, the heavy east gate collapsed inward with a deafening crash, revealing a gaping hole even larger and more irreparable than the west gate!

"The city gates have been breached!!!"

"All troops, charge! Capture the East City!"

"May the Empire be victorious! May the Tang Clan be mighty!"

A roar of ecstasy echoed through the sky! The main force of the empire, which had long been assembled outside the city and was poised to attack, roared like a black torrent bursting its banks.

Treading through billowing dust and the corpses of their companions, they surged into Dongyang City through the massive breach in the city gate! Iron hooves thundered, swords and spears flew like a forest, and the air was thick with murderous intent!
The army stormed into the city, unstoppable! Any sporadic resistance along the way melted away like snow meeting the blazing sun. Corpses quickly littered the streets behind the city gates, blood staining the stone slabs. Most were the defending soldiers and low-level evil spirit masters, with a small number of imperial soldiers who had charged too far and were now fighting a desperate battle. (End of Chapter)