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

He paused, his eyes swept over the crowd, and his voice suddenly rose: "Although the Wuhun Empire's offensive is fierce, other forces will not sit idly by.

Next, I will go out and take charge of the situation myself.

What we need to do is to find a foothold in this chaotic situation!"

Meng Yiran was infected by his words, a blush appeared on her face, she nodded shyly, and then followed Lu Yu's pace firmly.

Everyone packed up and prepared to face the next challenge.

Lu Yu stood in front of the stone house, looking into the distance, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

He will eventually settle all of Shrek’s grudges in the Spirit Empire.

Lu Yu stood in the open space outside the tent. The breeze blew by, bringing a hint of coolness, but it could not completely dispel the heaviness in his heart.

The sun was setting in the west, and its afterglow was sprinkled on the ground, stretching his figure out into a slender shape, reflected between the soil and grass leaves, like a silent painting.

His eyes slowly swept around. The camp was bustling with people. Soldiers were busy carrying supplies, and soul masters were talking in low voices. The air was filled with the tension and anxiety before the war.

His hand rested lightly on the hilt of the sword at his waist, his fingertips stroking the cold metal. The touch felt familiar and solid, as if he could draw a bit of strength from it.

A soul master in a gray robe walked over quickly, his steps were hurried but respectful.

There was obvious concern on his face and a look of almost fanatical loyalty in his eyes.

This is a soul master under Lu Yu, named Zhao He, who is over 30 years old and a level 57 Soul King. Under the influence of advanced brainwashing, he is loyal to Lu Yu and regards him as his backbone.

At this moment, he bowed his head and saluted, his voice slightly anxious: "Master, how are your injuries? I heard that you were injured in the previous battle. Do you need to ask a medical spirit master to take a look?"

Lu Yu smiled slightly, his smile was gentle but with a hint of alienation, as if he was comforting, but also as if he was hiding something.

He waved his hand, his voice low and steady: "Zhao He, don't worry, my injury is no longer serious.

The minor flesh wounds have already healed."

He paused, looking away from Zhao He, towards the distant sky, where low-hanging clouds cast a faint, ominous crimson hue. "Compared to my injuries, what's the situation outside? What's going on over there in the Spirit Empire?"

Zhao He straightened up immediately after hearing this, and said anxiously, "My Lord, the Wuhun Empire is coming with great force and has already captured many cities in the Jialuo Empire.

Their First Legion was led by Hu Liena herself. They launched a fierce attack and it was said that they had already captured four cities in a row.

Currently, the Second Legion of the Garo Empire is fighting them in the Fifth City, but the situation is not optimistic."

He paused, his eyes filled with anticipation, "Master, what should we do next?"

Lu Yu lowered his head and thought for a moment, and the current situation quickly flashed through his mind.

Although the Wuhun Empire's offensive was fierce, its rapid advancement inevitably led to unstable logistics, the supply lines were too long, and the soldiers were exhausted.

He raised his head, his eyes firm: "The Wuhun Empire seems unstoppable, but their offensive will not last.

The cost of rapid advancement is huge consumption, insufficient supplies, and difficulty maintaining morale for long.

In a few days, they will be restricted, or even completely defeated."

He paused, his voice adding a hint of determination, "Tomorrow, I will go to the First Legion of the Jialuo Empire under my true identity to assist the Second Prince in his fight against the Wuhun Empire."

Zhao He was stunned for a moment, then frowned. "My Lord, isn't it too risky to go there now? The Jialuo Empire is in a critical moment, and the fighting between the two sides is fierce. Your sudden appearance will probably arouse suspicion."

Lu Yu's eyes swept to the side, and another figure walked over.

That was Meng Yiran. She was wearing a light green long dress. There was a hint of worry between her eyebrows and her steps were light but a bit anxious.

She stopped and said in a soft but uneasy voice: “Lu Yu, Zhao He is right.

The war between the Jialuo Empire and the Wuhun Empire is raging right now. If you suddenly appear in your true identity, will it arouse suspicion? If they doubt your motives, things will probably get even more complicated."

Lu Yu turned around and looked at Meng Yiran's clear but worried eyes, and his heart felt slightly warmed.

He took a step forward, his voice gentle but with unquestionable firmness: "Yi Ran, don't worry.

The grudge between me and the Wuhun Empire is known to everyone on the entire continent.

Huang Yuan was killed, Wang Sheng's family was exterminated, the Zhu family disappeared... these things are all closely related to the Wuhun Empire.

If I show up in my true identity, the Garo Empire will not be suspicious. Instead, they will gladly accept my help because the enemy of my enemy is my friend."

He paused, a faint smile playing on his lips, "What's more, the Jialuo Empire is currently short of manpower, and my Soul Emperor cultivation is enough to impress them."

Meng Yiran's brows relaxed slightly when he heard this, but the worry in his eyes had not completely disappeared.

She bit her lip lightly and finally nodded: “Since you have made up your mind, I support you.

Just...you have to be careful."

Lu Yu smiled and patted her shoulder, then turned his gaze to Zhao He: "Go and make the arrangements. We'll set off early tomorrow morning."

Zhao He responded respectfully, turned around and left, his steps somewhat anxious.

Lu Yu's gaze swept towards the distant sky again. The setting sun had sunk into the horizon, and the night quietly enveloped the earth.

He did not feel at ease at all. The offensive of the Wuhun Empire, the predicament of the Jialuo Empire, and the various conspiracies hidden in the dark were like a huge net that wrapped him tightly.

The next morning, Lu Yu and his party arrived at the camp of the First Legion of the Garo Empire.

Outside the camp, flags were waving, soldiers were patrolling back and forth, and the air was filled with a heavy and solemn atmosphere.

Lu Yu stood outside the camp, followed by Meng Yiran and several soul masters.

His figure appeared particularly tall and straight in the morning light. Although he looked only about eleven or twelve years old, his deep eyes revealed a calmness that was inconsistent with his age.

Inside the Garo Empire's camp, the second prince Canaan was sitting in the main seat with a furrowed brow and a gloomy expression.

Inside the tent, the generals sat in a circle, and the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was almost suffocating.

Jianan's eyes swept across the generals present, and his voice was low but with a hint of urgency: "Everyone, the Wuhun Empire's offensive is becoming more and more fierce, and the Fifth City is in danger.

Our defense force is already struggling to hold on. Although we have the advantage in terms of manpower, we are far outnumbered by the enemy.

Their soul cannons were incredibly powerful and the city walls were unable to stop them. The talisman masters died in battle one after another, and now no one dared to step forward to stop them.

Do you have any countermeasures?"

The generals in the tent looked at each other with their eyes lowered, and no one responded.

A hint of disappointment flashed in Canaan's eyes, and his fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a low sound.

At this moment, a young general hurried into the tent and bowed. "Your Highness, there is a young man outside the camp who wants to see you. He said he has something important to report."

A burly general frowned, his tone filled with impatience: "What young man? We are discussing important matters right now, how can we have time to meet with strangers? Let him go!"

The young general did not retreat immediately, but added cautiously: "Reporting to the General, that young man claimed to be only eleven or twelve years old, but...but he has the cultivation level of a sixty-ninth-level Soul Emperor!"

Upon hearing this, the tent fell into an instant of deathly silence. All the generals turned their gazes to the young officer, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

Jianan suddenly raised his head, his voice trembling slightly. "What did you say? An eleven or twelve-year-old Soul Emperor? Is this true?"

The young general nodded quickly: "I have seen it with my own eyes. His soul power fluctuations have indeed reached the Soul Emperor level. There is no falsehood!"

The atmosphere in the tent suddenly became weird.

A Soul Emperor at the age of eleven or twelve—this was an almost unheard-of talent! One general couldn't help but mutter, "When did such a monster appear in the Jialuo Empire? Could he be the heir of some hidden family?"

Jianan took a deep breath, trying to calm the shock in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "If that's the case, this person is definitely not an ordinary person.

Your Highness will personally come out to greet me!"

He stood up and strode out. The generals behind him could not contain their curiosity and followed him.

When the soldiers outside the camp saw the Second Prince coming out to greet him personally, they all cast puzzled glances at him and began to discuss, "Who on earth is this young man? Why did His Highness personally greet him?"

Lu Yu stood outside the camp, looking calmly ahead.

The morning mist had not yet completely dissipated, and his figure appeared a little blurry in the mist, but he exuded an inexplicable aura.

Canaan and his generals approached and recognized the familiar face at a glance.

His pupils shrank slightly, and he blurted out: "Lu Yu! You are Lu Yu!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of the generals behind him instantly became interesting.

Lu Yu, this name is not unfamiliar to them.

Two years ago at the Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Competition, this boy, who was only ten years old, swept all his opponents and became famous throughout the continent for his invincibility.

His talent was praised as the best in the entire continent, and some even called him a "monster that appears once in a century."

However, since then, Lu Yu has disappeared without a trace, as if he had completely vanished from the continent.

Now, he had unexpectedly reappeared before everyone with the cultivation of a 69th-level Soul Emperor! One general couldn't help but sigh, "A Soul Emperor of eleven or twelve years old... his talent is simply astonishing! He was already a Soul King two years ago, and now he has improved so much more!"

Another general continued, "Lu Yu's reputation spread throughout the continent back then.

I didn't expect him to show up here. God is really helping my Jialuo Empire!"

Lu Yu listened to these discussions, but his face did not show much emotion.

He smiled slightly, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for the compliment.

The achievements we made back then were just minor accomplishments and not worth mentioning.”

His tone was humble, but it made everyone present secretly sigh in their hearts.

With such talent and at such a young age, he is still so low-key. One really has to admire him.

Canaan's gaze lingered on Lu Yu for a moment, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

He took a step forward and said in a deep voice: "Lu Yu, your arrival is truly a treasure to the Jialuo Empire.

I wonder what the purpose of your visit is?"

Lu Yu straightened up and met Jianan's gaze calmly: "Your Highness, I am here only to help the Jialuo Empire fight against the Wuhun Empire.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend. I have an irreconcilable feud with the Wuhun Empire, and I believe Your Highness has heard of this."

When Canaan heard this, his heart moved.

He naturally knew about the series of events related to Lu Yu two years ago - Huang Yuan was killed, Wang Sheng's family was exterminated, and the Zhu family disappeared. These things were inextricably linked to the Wuhun Empire.

The intelligence system of the Garo Empire has already sorted out this information clearly, and Lu Yu's sincerity is beyond doubt.

He nodded, a smile on his face: "Okay! Lu Yu, since you have this intention, my Jialuo Empire welcomes you!"

He turned to look at the generals behind him, with a hint of warning in his tone, "Everyone, Lu Yu is a distinguished guest of my Jialuo Empire. Anyone who objects is disrespectful to His Highness!"

Several generals looked hesitant, but seeing Canaan's firm attitude, they had no choice but to nod in agreement.

Lu Yu followed Canaan into the tent, while Meng Yiran and others stayed outside the camp waiting.

Inside the tent, Jianan explained the current situation to Lu Yu in detail: "Lu Yu, you came at the right time.

The First Legion of the Wuhun Empire is led by Hu Liena. They are attacking swiftly and have already captured four cities in a row.

Now the fifth city is in danger. If it is lost again, the enemy will march straight to the capital.

Although our army has an advantage in manpower, we lack the number of strong men, and the power of the soul cannon makes it difficult for us to defend ourselves."

After listening to this, Lu Yu nodded slightly, with a gleam in his eyes.

He pondered for a moment and slowly spoke: "Your Highness, although the Wuhun Empire's First Legion is strong, their rapid advance has led to unstable logistics, overlong supply lines, and exhausted soldiers.

Their offensive seemed fierce, but in fact it was intended to intimidate us with their momentum.

I suggest engaging them head-on, leveraging our superior numbers and high morale to pin down their stronger opponents, and when they become exhausted, we can find an opportunity to break the deadlock."

His voice was calm but convincing, but the generals in the tent did not fully buy it.

A thin general sneered and stood up: "Lu Yu, you said it so lightly.

Face it head-on? The Spirit Empire not only outnumbers us, but also outclasses us in strength.

Their soul cannons are incredibly powerful and our talisman masters are simply unable to resist them.

I'm afraid your suggestion is just empty talk!"

He paused, his eyes filled with disdain, "I see you don't understand anything!"

When Lu Yu heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly, but he was not angry.

He just looked at the general quietly, with a meaningful smile on his lips, as if he had already expected someone to raise questions.

Canaan frowned and was about to speak, but saw Lu Yu gently wave his hand, indicating that he didn't need to say anything more.

His eyes slowly swept over the people in the tent, and his voice was low but carried an invisible pressure: "Don't understand? Maybe.

But on the battlefield, victory or defeat is never determined by numbers, but by timing, strategy, and... determination."

As the night deepened, lights flickered in the military camp on the border of the Garo Empire, and a cold wind howled outside the tents, mixed with the lingering sounds of war horses and the clashing of weapons in the distance.

Inside the main tent, the atmosphere was as heavy and oppressive as a taut bowstring.

Lu Yu sat upright in a corner of the tent, wearing a black robe and an inconspicuous dagger at his waist. He calmly swept his eyes over the people in the tent.

His face was handsome, and his brows revealed a composure beyond his years. Though only in his early twenties, he was already a Soul Emperor, his strength unmatched in the army. (End of Chapter)