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

His "Sword in His Sleeve"

His killing power was astonishing. In this battle, he killed dozens of soldiers from the Wuhun Empire alone. No one could stop him with his sword energy.

However, he frowned slightly.

The system prompt sound in his mind kept ringing, reminding him that the lucky points he gained from killing ordinary soul masters were negligible.

Although the Qiankun Sword in his sleeve is powerful, it has exhausted all his points. Now if he wants to get more points, he can only hunt down stronger opponents.

However, there are few strong enemies in the battlefield area where he is, and it is even more difficult to encounter opponents at the Soul Emperor level.

He looked up into the distance, his eyes deep, thinking to himself, "Looks like I need to find a chance to penetrate deep into the enemy camp..."

As the sun sets, the walls of Mengyang City appear even more desolate in the afterglow.

Lu Yu stood in the barracks, polishing his sword. Ma Hongjun came over, patted him on the shoulder, and grinned, "Today's battle was exhilarating! However, your swordsmanship was too exaggerated. With one strike, not a scrap of the enemy was left!"

Liu Qingqing glanced at him coldly and said, "Don't get carried away. The Spirit Empire won't let you down. The next battle will only get harder."

Lu Yu smiled slightly, but his eyes passed the tent and fell on the distant horizon.

The night was as dark as ink, and the lights in the Lord's Mansion of Mengyang City were bright, but they could not conceal the heavy atmosphere in the air.

In the spacious meeting hall, torches danced on the walls, illuminating the tired but resolute faces of the generals.

The post-war respite has not yet completely subsided, and the scattered maps and weapons on the table seem to still tell of the fighting during the day.

Lu Yu stood at one side of the hall, dressed in black tights, the sword at his waist reflecting light slightly, his eyes beneath the mask were calm as water, yet concealed a subtle complexity.

He looked down at the ground, but his thoughts had already drifted far away.

Yuan Shao stood in the center of the hall, wearing armor, and the golden tassels on his shoulders swayed slightly with his steps.

He first looked around at everyone, his voice low and powerful: "Everyone, in today's battle, our Jialuo Empire defended Mengyang City and repelled the enemy. We relied on your concerted efforts. Thank you!"

He glanced at each general with genuine gratitude.

However, he changed the subject and his tone suddenly became heavy: "But everyone, don't relax. The main force of the Wuhun Empire will be at the gates of the city tomorrow, and the leader is Hu Liena.

This person is extremely powerful, and he has many powerful men under his command. Mengyang City is in imminent danger!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the hall suddenly became quiet, with only the slight crackling of burning torches.

Lu Yu raised his eyes slightly, and his gaze briefly met Yuan Shao's.

He could feel the pressure in Yuan Shao's words, and he also understood the significance of Mengyang City as the gateway to the Jialuo Empire - once it was lost, the entire empire would be exposed to the iron hoof of the Wuhun Empire.

The other generals either lowered their heads in thought or whispered to each other, and the atmosphere became increasingly solemn.

Yuan Shao waved his hand to signal everyone to disperse, leaving only Lu Yu and the left army commander Wu Hai.

Wu Hai is a burly middle-aged man with a scar running through his left cheek and eyes as sharp as an eagle.

Yuan Shao looked at the two men and softened his tone. "Lu Yu, Wu Hai, you two performed exceptionally well in today's battle, especially Lu Yu. He slaughtered dozens of enemy soldiers with his sharp sword. It was truly impressive."

He paused, his eyes fell on Lu Yu, with a hint of inquiry, "Tell me, what is the current situation in the capital?"

Hearing this, Lu Yu lowered his head slightly, his voice steady but cautious: "The people in the capital are in a panic. Although there are three armies rushing to help, the journey is long and it is difficult to arrive in a short time.

If we want to defend Mengyang City, it will be difficult."

Without any unnecessary embellishment, he simply put the situation before Yuan Shao.

Wu Hai nodded and added, "The Wuhun Empire is coming with such force that it is far beyond the reach of the Xingluo Empire.

If the intelligence is correct, they have brought at least four Titled Douluo with them, and their Spirit Master Corps is even more elite."

After hearing this, Yuan Shao frowned and slowly walked to the table. He tapped the location of Mengyang City on the map and whispered, "The Wuhun Empire has long been eyeing the Jialuo Empire. If Mengyang City falls, the consequences will be disastrous."

He looked up at Lu Yu, with a hint of expectation in his eyes, "Lu Yu, do you have any countermeasures?"

He knew that Yuan Shao trusted him, but he was also aware of his own situation.

He is not without roots in the Garo Empire, but if those old rivals discover his true identity, trouble will probably ensue.

He pondered for a moment and said slowly, "As long as there are enough strong people, Mengyang City may not be undefendable."

His voice was calm, yet carried a hint of unquestionable firmness.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Shao shook his head and sighed, "Strong? We only have one Titled Douluo, and the other party..."

He didn't continue speaking, but the worry in his eyes was already visible.

He waved his hand, signaling Lu Yu to go and rest first: "The battle tomorrow will be even more dangerous, you should go back first.

I need to think about countermeasures again.”

Lu Yu nodded, turned and left the meeting hall.

The night wind blew, bringing a hint of coolness. He looked down at the long sword at his waist, and the scene of blood and fire on the battlefield during the day emerged in his mind.

Yuan Shao's words echoed in his heart. He knew that the survival of Mengyang City was not only related to the fate of the Jialuo Empire, but also closely related to his own future.

Behind him, Yuan Shao watched Lu Yu's departing back with a relieved smile on his face.

He had heard about Lu Yu's performance on the battlefield and thought to himself, "This boy is truly extraordinary. Perhaps... he can be the key to turning the tide of the battle."

Back at the camp, the bonfire flickered in the night, casting a warm glow.

Ma Hongjun had been waiting for a long time. When he saw Lu Yu coming back, he immediately went forward and asked anxiously, "Lu Yu, what's the situation?"

There was obvious worry in his voice and sweat on his round face, obviously he had just returned from the battlefield.

Lu Yu took off his mask, revealing a handsome but slightly tired face, and sighed: "It's more serious than I thought."

He simply repeated Yuan Shao's words, and Meng Yiran and others around him also gathered around him, and the atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

Meng Yiran frowned, his tone filled with helplessness: "The Wuhun Empire's offensive is too fierce. We have all seen the strength of Hu Liena and her brother Yan. They have broken through many lines of defense in a short period of time.

Their spirit master corps is highly disciplined and numerous, so I'm afraid Mengyang City... won't be able to hold out for long."

There was a hint of pessimism in her words, and her slender fingers unconsciously clenched the dagger at her waist.

Ma Hongjun scratched his head and added, "Yes, there are only a few powerful soul masters like Pan Shan in the entire Jialuo Empire.

I heard that other cities outside are in chaos. It’s difficult to expect reinforcements! "

His voice carried a hint of impatience, clearly indicating his unease about the deteriorating situation. Lu Yu sat by the campfire, his gaze fixed on the leaping flames, lost in thought.

He was aware of his predicament: as an outsider, his position in the Jialuo Empire was delicate. If he showed his strength too much, he might attract unnecessary attention. But if he did not take action, once Mengyang City fell, he, Ma Hongjun and Meng Yiran would be in even greater danger.

More importantly, although his pharmacy has a lot of resources, it cannot be exposed easily, otherwise it may cause greater trouble.

He looked down at the mask in his hand and thought to himself: This mask can conceal my identity, but if I stand out too much on the battlefield, I will be recognized sooner or later.

What made him even more complicated was the opponent he was about to face - Hu Liena.

The separation a year ago is still vivid in my mind. Although she was sharp at that time, she also had a soft side.

Now, she has become the leader of the Wuhun Empire and leads the army to the city.

Lu Yu gave a bitter laugh and murmured, "I didn't expect we'd be at war so soon."

He recalled the enemy's defeat during the day and analyzed: "The Wuhun Empire was defeated today because they underestimated our defense capabilities and advanced too recklessly.

If Hu Liena had taken action personally, the situation would have been very different."

Ma Hongjun patted Lu Yu on the shoulder, trying to ease the atmosphere: "Don't think too much, let's see tomorrow.

The three of us working together can always carve out a bloody path!"

Meng Yiran also nodded, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes: "Yes, things have come to this point, we can only take it one step at a time."

Lu Yu did not respond, but whispered: "We'll see how the battle goes tomorrow and then make plans."

In the darkness of the night, his figure seemed somewhat lonely, and the residual light of the bonfire reflected on his face, outlining a complex expression.

The next morning, a thin layer of mist filled the sky above Mengyang City. On the plain outside the city gate, the army of the Wuhun Empire surged in like a tide.

The sound of war drums shook the sky, flags fluttered, and tens of thousands of soul masters lined up in neat formations, with great momentum.

Lu Yu stood on the top of the city wall, with Yuan Shao and other generals on his side. His eyes pierced through the mist and fell on a figure at the forefront of the army.

Hu Liena was dressed in military uniform, riding on a tall horse, her red cloak fluttering in the wind, looking heroic.

Her soul power surged like a tide, and the aura of a level 66 Soul Emperor was undisguised. The four Titled Douluos behind her followed her like shadows, their momentum fierce.

Lu Yu's gaze stayed on her for a moment, and his heart moved slightly.

A year ago, she was the woman who would chat with him under the moon, but now she has become the commander of the enemy army, coming with destructive power.

He lowered his head and smiled bitterly, muttering, "Sure enough...it has come to this."

Yuan Shao stood beside Lu Yu, his face solemn, and whispered to his deputy general beside him: "Trouble."

He looked at the four Titled Douluo behind Hu Liena, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

On the Jialuo Empire side, there is only one Titled Douluo in charge, and the difference in strength is obvious.

Hu Liena rode her horse forward, arrived in front of the city gate, and looked up at the top of the city wall.

Her eyes swept over everyone, paused slightly on Lu Yu, frowned slightly, as if she sensed a hint of familiarity, but was unable to recognize him because of the mask.

She cleared her throat, her voice cold and commanding: "Listen up, Jialuo Empire! Surrender immediately and hand over Mengyang City, and you will be spared! Otherwise, today will be your end!"

Yuan Shao snorted coldly and shouted, "Hu Liena, stop being so arrogant! Mengyang City is the gateway to our Jialuo Empire, and we will never give it up! If you are stubborn and refuse to change, you will never return!"

His voice was sonorous and powerful, with a resoluteness that would not renounce compromise.

When Hu Liena heard this, a cold light flashed in her eyes. She said no more and raised her hand and waved.

Behind him, dozens of soul cannons were slowly pushed to the front of the formation. The muzzles flashed with cold light and emitted a heart-pounding and terrifying aura.

Lu Yu's pupils shrank slightly, and the "old events from decades ago" that Ma Yunlu had mentioned emerged in his mind.

He guessed that these soul cannons might be ancient weapons unearthed from a secret vault by the Wuhun Empire, and their power was far beyond ordinary.

With an order, the soul cannon roared, and dozens of rays of light streaked across the sky like meteors, heading straight for the city gate.

The soul masters on the city walls changed their expressions drastically, and some even stepped back subconsciously, their eyes full of fear.

Just as the artillery fire was about to hit the city wall, an invisible wall of light suddenly rose up, covering the entire city like a sky curtain.

The artillery fire hit the light wall, causing a deafening roar. The air waves swept in all directions, causing the ground to tremble slightly, but failed to shake the city wall at all.

Lu Yu turned his head and saw a white-haired old man sitting cross-legged not far behind him, with his hands in seals and several rays of light flashing in his palms.

On the ground, dozens of talismans exuded a vast aura and connected to each other to form a complex formation.

It was these talismans and the old man's soul power that together formed this wall of light, blocking the attack of the soul cannon.

However, Lu Yu noticed that the old man's face was paler than before, and his breath was slightly weak. It was obvious that maintaining the light wall had consumed a lot of his soul power.

Hu Liena stood in the distance and sneered, "I want to see how long you can hold on!"

There was unquestionable confidence in her voice, as if she had already anticipated that the light wall was not a long-term solution.

Lu Yu gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist tightly and looked at Hu Liena again.

Her figure was looming in the morning mist, with a familiar yet unfamiliar temperament.

The night sky of Mengyang City was dyed red by the flames of war, and the light curtain on the city wall rippled under the bombardment of the soul cannon, as if it could shatter at any time.

The roar of the soul cannon exploded like thunder, and every impact made the soul of the soul master defending the city feel as if it was hit by an invisible hammer, making its chest stuffy and its eardrums buzzing.

Even with the protection of the light curtain, the terrifying force still penetrated through the defense, shaking the soldiers on the city wall to stagger. Many of them were pale, with deep fear in their eyes.

Lu Yu stood at a corner of the city wall, wearing a black cloak, staring calmly at the soul cannons in the Wuhun Empire camp in the distance that were emitting a cold metallic luster.

He narrowed his eyes, carefully observing the flames and smoke spewing out of the muzzle, analyzing it quickly in his mind.

The structure of the soul cannon was obviously inspired by guns. The barrel was made of a special alloy, and the soul power fluctuations it emitted were extremely complex. It was obviously not a weapon that could be developed in a short period of time.

He frowned slightly, recalling the rumors he had heard on the border of the Wuhun Empire many years ago - the empire had secretly begun preparing this powerful weapon as early as ten years ago, consuming countless resources, and the production of the shells was even more expensive, but it was kept secret.

He whispered to himself, "This thing really can't be easily imitated."

What's more, after his system was upgraded not long ago, he lost the exchange rights for many key items. In a short period of time, he could not come up with any means to compete with it.

The bombardment of the soul cannon lasted for a full quarter of an hour. Although the light curtain was not broken, the soul masters defending the city on the city wall were already in panic.

Lu Yu's gaze swept around him; the young Soul Masters gripped their weapons tightly, cold sweat beading on their foreheads, their lips trembling slightly. (End of Chapter)