Douluo: One man returns, Fan Tianyin smashes Tang San to death

The light of the soul guide exploded in the air, and the brilliance of the soul skills intertwined into a gorgeous but deadly light curtain.

Although the defenders of the Xingluo Empire fought desperately, they were defeated by the joint offensive of the Spirit Hall's soul masters and Titled Douluo.

The city gate was cracked by the soul guide, blood flowed like a river on the city wall, and screams and the sound of weapons clashing were intertwined.

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid the city gates can't be defended!"

A Xingluo Titled Douluo, covered in blood, rushed to the top of the city wall to report to the emperor, "The Spirit Hall's soul guides are incredibly powerful, and our army has suffered heavy casualties!"

The Xingluo Emperor gripped his sword tightly, his eyes blazing with rage. "No matter what, the Spirit Hall must not be allowed to set foot in the capital! Order all Spirit Masters, follow me to kill the enemy!"

"Yes!"

All the soul masters responded in unison, their soul rings lit up, and they faced the attack from the Spirit Hall.

Beneath the city wall, Bibi Dong watched coldly, her gaze unconsciously sweeping into the distance as she murmured, "Lu Yu, if you were here, what would you choose? Would you become my enemy, or... join the Spirit Empire?"

Her voice was low and contained a hint of complicated emotions, and was quickly drowned out by the shouts of killing.

The flames of war raged, the capital of Xingluo was on the verge of collapse, and Lu Yu, who was far away in a small border town, seemed to smell the increasingly strong smell of blood in the air...

The night was as dark as ink, and the sky above the capital of the Xingluo Empire was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Outside the city wall, shouts and screams shook the sky, and flames shot up into the sky, illuminating half of the night sky red.

The capital of the Xingluo Empire, this majestic fortress that has stood on the continent for hundreds of years, is now crumbling under the iron hoof of the Spirit Hall.

The city gate was breached in just one hour. Tens of thousands of soul masters fought desperately, but like moths to a flame, they fell one after another under the soul skills of the soul masters of the Spirit Hall.

Broken limbs were scattered all over the ground, blood formed streams, and the air was filled with the heavy smell of death.

Inside the palace, the lights were dim. Emperor Dai Tianxiong of Xingluo sat on the tall dragon throne. His face was haggard, but his eyes revealed endless sorrow and unwillingness.

Beside him, several Titled Douluo had solemn expressions, and the atmosphere in the hall was so oppressive that it was almost suffocating.

An old man in a blue robe, his aura as deep as the sea, was Hai Douluo. He suddenly stepped forward and said in a low but firm voice, "Your Majesty, the city gates have been breached, and the Spirit Hall army is marching straight to the palace! Even if we defend it with our lives, we can't stop their attack.

Your Majesty, please evacuate immediately and preserve the Dai family bloodline so that we can make a comeback!"

Upon hearing this, Dai Tianxiong slowly raised his head and glanced at the few loyal ministers left in the hall.

His eyes showed both the majesty of an emperor and deep fatigue and self-blame.

He sighed softly, "Hai Douluo, I know the situation is irreversible. However, the Xing Luo Empire's centuries-long foundation has been destroyed by my hands. How can I live in shame? If I escape, how will the world view the Dai family? How will they view Xing Luo?"

"His Majesty!"

Hai Douluo interrupted anxiously, his voice trembling, "The soul of Xingluo lies not in the city, but in the bloodline of the Dai family! As long as Your Majesty and the two princes are still here, Xingluo has hope! Your Majesty, please prioritize the overall situation!"

Dai Tianxiong waved his hand and turned his gaze to the outside of the hall. He could vaguely hear the sound of fighting coming from afar.

He stood up slowly, his dragon robe looking a little dim in the dim light.

"Hai Douluo, my mind is made up.

You take Mu Bai and Weis away quickly, I will stay behind to cover your retreat."

"Father!"

A mournful cry came from the palace gate, and Dai Mubai and Davis rushed into the palace quickly. Both of them were dressed in military uniforms, their faces stained with blood and dust, and they had obviously just retreated from the front line.

Dai Mubai's eyes were red, and he fell to his knees with a plop: "Father, I am willing to defend the palace with you and will never back down!"

Davis also knelt on his knees, his voice low but filled with unyielding anger: "Father, the Spirit Hall has gone too far. I would rather die than flee! Please give the order, Father. I am willing to lead my army out of the encirclement!"

Dai Tianxiong looked at his two sons, a hint of relief flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by deep sorrow.

He slowly stepped down from the dragon throne and personally helped Davis and Dai Mubai up. His voice was low but carried unquestionable majesty: "Weiss, Mubai, you are the hope of the Dai family and the hope of Xingluo.

I know you are unwilling to accept this, but today's defeat is not due to war.

The Spirit Hall is powerful, and if I stay, I might be able to buy you a glimmer of hope."

"Father..."

Dai Mubai clenched his teeth, tears welling up in his eyes, but he forced himself not to let them fall.

His fists were clenched so tightly that they made a crackling sound, his nails dug deep into his palms, and traces of blood seeped out.

Dai Tianxiong patted Dai Mubai’s shoulder, turned to Davis, and looked at him deeply: “Weiss, you are the elder brother, and you will have to shoulder the burden of the Dai family in the future.

Protect Mu Bai, control his temper, and don't let him act on impulse.

If there is an opportunity, avenge me; if there is no opportunity, I will hide my identity and preserve the Dai family bloodline."

Davis' throat choked with sobs and he kowtowed heavily, "Your Majesty, I obey your command! Your Majesty, I will live up to your trust!"

"Go."

Dai Tianxiong waved his hand, his tone revealing determination, "Hai Douluo, take them away! This is my order!"

A trace of grief flashed in Hai Douluo's eyes, but he didn't dare to disobey the emperor's order.

He murmured, "Yes, Your Majesty."

Then he turned around and said in a deep voice: "Your Highnesses, please follow me!"

Dai Mubai wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Davis.

Davis gritted his teeth and whispered, "Mubai, let's go! Father's sacrifice cannot be in vain!"

Dai Mubai punched the ground hard, causing it to crack and make a dull sound.

He gave Dai Tianxiong a final, deep look, and said in a hoarse voice, "Father, Your Majesty, I...will make the Spirit Hall pay for its blood debt with blood!"

After saying this, he and Davis, led by Hai Douluo, quickly disappeared into the night outside the palace.

Dai Tianxiong was the only one left in the hall.

He slowly walked back to the dragon throne, sat down, and looked calmly at the palace door, as if waiting for something.

A moment later, a burst of hurried footsteps was heard, and Zhu Tianxing, the head of the Zhu family, dressed in armor, pushed the door open and walked in.

His face was covered in dust and his armor was stained with blood. It was obvious that he had just experienced a fierce battle.

"His Majesty!"

Zhu Tianxing knelt on one knee and said in a resounding voice, "I am late! Your Majesty, please evacuate immediately. I am willing to cover your retreat!"

Dai Tianxiong looked at Zhu Tianxing, a trace of guilt flashing in his eyes.

He shook his head slowly and sighed, “It is God’s will that the Dai family is ashamed of the Zhu family.

For many years, I have been suspicious of the Zhu family. Now that the empire is about to fall, I realize your loyalty.

Leave quickly, preserve the Zhu family bloodline, and don't sacrifice yourself for the Dai family again."

Zhu Tianxing raised his head abruptly, his gaze firm. "Your Majesty, why do you say that? The Zhu family has been loyal to Xingluo for generations. Today, the empire is in danger. How can I live in disgrace? I am willing to defend the palace with Your Majesty and fight to the bitter end!"

Upon hearing this, a hint of emotion flashed in Dai Tianxiong's eyes. Just as he was about to offer further advice, he suddenly heard a low laugh coming from outside the hall, carrying endless pressure and coldness.

The palace door exploded open, and a figure slowly stepped in, followed by several Titled Douluo with terrifying auras.

The man was wearing a golden papal robe, a triple crown on his head, and holding a scepter emitting a dark light. He was none other than Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall.

"Dai Tianxiong, have you ever thought about why the Xingluo Empire has come to this point today?"

Bibi Dong's voice was cold and majestic, with a hint of sarcasm.

She walked slowly into the hall, her soul rings flickering behind her. The nine soul rings complemented each other, emitting a suffocating pressure.

Dai Tianxiong stood up abruptly, glaring angrily. He drew his sword and pointed it directly at Bibi Dong. "Bibi Dong! You, the Spirit Hall, attacked Xingluo for no reason and slaughtered our soldiers. Now you dare to enter my palace and bully my Dai clan, are you?"

Bibi Dong sneered and waved her scepter lightly. The air in the hall seemed to solidify. Dai Tianxiong felt an invisible force pressing on his chest, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

She said calmly, "The victors are kings and the losers are bandits. Dai Tianxiong, your Xingluo Empire is doomed. Why continue your desperate struggle? Today, my Spirit Hall will unify the continent and establish the Spirit Empire. Your Dai family will be nothing more than a speck of dust in history."

Zhu Tianxing stepped forward and shouted angrily, "Bibi Dong, your Spirit Empire is nothing but a bunch of rabble. Do you think you can unify the continent? Wishful thinking! Although Xingluo has been defeated, the spirit masters' aspirations will not be extinguished. Never dream of dominating the Spirit Hall!"

When Bibi Dong heard this, a hint of teasing flashed in her eyes.

She slowly raised the scepter, her eyes swept over Zhu Tianxing, and her tone was a little sarcastic: “Zhu Tianxing, you are loyal.

It's a pity that your Xingluo Empire fell so quickly. Do you know the reason? Humph, years ago, my Spirit Hall had already placed disciples in key positions in your Xingluo Empire.

During the attack, these people led their troops in rebellion, and your Xingluo defenses were already riddled with holes! If not, do you think my Spirit Hall could have flattened your Xingluo capital within a month? "

As soon as these words were spoken, Dai Tianxiong and Zhu Tianxing's faces changed drastically.

Dai Tianxiong's eyes were red as he roared, "Bibi Dong! You have such a vicious heart! How could you use such despicable means!"

"despicable?"

Bibi Dong sneered, “Those who achieve great things don’t pay attention to trivial matters.

Dai Tianxiong, your empire has been defeated. Don't blame others, just blame yourself for your incompetence!"

"Too deceiving!"

Dai Tianxiong could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. He swung his sword and his soul power exploded. Nine soul rings rose from under his feet, and the soul power swept through the hall like a hurricane.

He flashed and rushed towards Bibi Dong: "The Dai family cannot be insulted. Even if I die today, I will make you pay the price!"

A trace of disdain flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes. She waved the scepter lightly, and a dark light burst out from the scepter, turning into countless black tentacles that instantly entangled Dai Tianxiong.

Dai Tianxiong struggled hard, unleashing his soul skills one after another, but he was unable to shake the terrifying black tentacles.

Bibi Dong snorted coldly, swung her scepter violently, and the black tentacles suddenly tightened. Dai Tianxiong groaned, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and he was thrown heavily to the ground.

"His Majesty!"

Zhu Tianxing roared, his soul power bursting out, and he wanted to rush forward to rescue, but was stopped by the Titled Douluo behind Bibi Dong.

The two sides fought in a group, the soul power in the hall was surging, and all the tables, chairs and utensils were turned into dust.

Bibi Dong slowly approached Dai Tianxiong, looked down at him, and said in a cold voice: "Dai Tianxiong, your struggle is meaningless.

The Xingluo Empire will perish today!"

Before she finished speaking, she swung her scepter and a beam of black light pierced through Dai Tianxiong's chest.

Dai Tianxiong groaned, the light in his eyes gradually dimming, but a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Bibi Dong...you...will not die well..."

After saying this, his body slowly fell down, and he was no longer able to breathe.

"His Majesty!"

Zhu Tianxing was filled with grief and anger. He tried his best to strike back his opponent, but it was too late.

His eyes were red as he glared at Bibi Dong: "Spirit Hall, today's vengeance will be avenged by my Zhu family!"

Bibi Dong smiled coldly and waved her hand. Several Titled Douluo surrounded Zhu Tianxing.

In a short while, Zhu Tianxing was captured exhausted and his life or death was unknown.

Outside the palace, the shouting and screaming gradually subsided.

The flag of the Spirit Hall fluttered over the capital city. The spirit masters of the Star Luo Empire either died or surrendered, and the empire was completely destroyed.

Bibi Dong stood on the high platform of the imperial palace, overlooking the fallen capital, and said in a cold voice: "Pass my order. From today on, the Wuhun Empire is officially established! Anyone who surrenders will live; anyone who resists will die!"

The news swept across the continent like a storm, and the Tiandou Empire and the Jialuo Empire were shocked by the news.

Inside the Tiandou Palace, Xue Qinghe sat on the dragon throne with a furrowed brow.

The ministers and Titled Douluo beside him were discussing the matter, and the atmosphere was solemn.

An old man said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, the destruction of the Xingluo Empire was due to the Spirit Hall planting a traitor, which led to internal rebellion.

I suggest that we quickly investigate our Heavenly Fighting Soul Masters to prevent the Spirit Hall from using the same old tricks again!"

Xue Qinghe nodded slightly, his eyes deep. "Orders are sent to thoroughly investigate the backgrounds of all spirit masters. Anyone who is suspicious will be detained immediately! Send someone to closely monitor the movements of the Spirit Hall. We must not let Tiandou follow in Xingluo's footsteps!"

The Garo Empire also acted quickly. The emperor ordered a strict investigation of domestic spirit masters and imposed martial law on all border defense lines. The two empires were on high alert, fearing that they would become the next target of the Wuhun Empire.

At the same time, in a dense forest on the border of the Xingluo Empire, Davis and Dai Mubai were trudging through the forest under the escort of a group of people.

Hai Douluo and another Titled Douluo stood beside the two of them, observing their surroundings vigilantly.

Davis stopped and punched a big tree hard, breaking the trunk.

His eyes were crimson, and his voice was deep but filled with endless hatred: "My father died in battle, and Xingluo is destroyed! Bibi Dong, Spirit Hall, I, Davis, swear to make you pay for your blood debt with blood!"

Dai Mubai stood aside, his fists clenched, his nails digging deep into his palms, and blood dripped onto the ground.

His voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth: "Brother, I will personally avenge my father! Bibi Dong, I will make her regret what she did today!"

Hai Douluo sighed and stepped forward to advise, "Your Highnesses, although the hatred is deep, saving your lives is the most important thing right now.

The Spirit Hall is powerful, you must be patient and wait for the opportunity to seek revenge."

Davis took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "Hai Douluo is right.

Mu Bai, from today on, I am no longer the crown prince, and you are no longer the prince.

We are the orphans of the Dai family. Only by surviving can we avenge our father and Xing Luo!"

Dai Mubai nodded heavily, a flame burning in his eyes: "Brother, I listen to you! Spirit Hall, when I, Dai Mubai, return, I will make you pay the price!"

In the darkness of the night, the group continued to move forward and disappeared into the depths of the dense forest.

Although the Xingluo Empire has fallen, the blood and hatred of the Dai family are like sparks, burning quietly in the darkness, waiting for the day when they will spread like wildfire.

The night was as dark as ink; the ancient trees deep within the Starry Forest blocked out the sun, and the thin moonlight filtering through the branches cast dappled shadows on the forest path. (End of Chapter)