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

The Wuhun Empire's continuous fierce attacks had already exhausted them, but Zhou Tong's persuasion to surrender was like a fire, igniting the anger in their hearts.

A young archer gritted his teeth and cursed softly, "What the hell is the Wuhun Empire? We, the men of Jialuo, will never bow our heads!"

Although his voice was soft, it resonated with his comrades beside him, and the atmosphere on the city wall became increasingly tense.

At this moment, an old but determined figure slowly climbed onto the high platform of the city wall.

General Cheng was wearing armor and holding an ordinary long sword, but the sword exuded a strong murderous aura.

Although his back was slightly hunched, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.

He surveyed the entire audience. His voice, though hoarse, carried unparalleled authority. "Does the Wuhun Empire think a few arrogant words can subjugate us? Wishful thinking! The men of the Jialuo Empire will never submit! Only death in battle can end this war!"

His words were like a thunderclap, exploding in the hearts of every soldier.

The soldiers on the city wall shouted in unison, and their morale was instantly ignited.

General Cheng raised his sword high and pointed it outside the city: "Open the city and fight! Fight for the Jialuo Empire, and for yourself!"

The heavy city gate slowly opened under the push of the mechanism, making a low roar.

Thousands of Garo soldiers riding soul beast horses and holding spears rushed out like a tide, shouting loudly, and rushed straight to the position of the Wuhun Empire.

Lu Yu stood on the high slope, his eyes fixed on the battlefield, thinking to himself: "In this battle, the Jialuo Empire must hold on."

As soon as the battle started, it became intense.

The cavalry of the Garo Empire rushed into the Wuhun Empire's formation like sharp arrows, their spears and soul skills intertwined, and blood splattered everywhere.

Although the soul masters of the Wuhun Empire were exhausted, they relied on their powerful soul power to block the first wave of attacks.

The two sides fought fiercely for half an hour. The battlefield was covered with flying dust and the sound of killing was deafening. The battle was stalemate and it was difficult to determine the winner.

Lu Yu watched the battle from afar with a frown on his face.

He noticed that although the Wuhun Empire's formation was tight, the soldiers' movements were not as swift as in the first battle, and they were clearly tired.

As time went on, the situation gradually changed.

The Wuhun Empire's offensive began to weaken, the originally overwhelming soul skills gradually became sparse, and the formation also began to loosen.

The soldiers of the Garo Empire seized the opportunity and pressed forward step by step, and the balance of the battlefield began to tilt.

Zhou Tong stood in front of the formation, his eyes gloomy, glaring at the lieutenant beside him: "Why are you so passive!"

The lieutenant general was sweating profusely, but he had no words to say and could only lower his head and endure the scolding.

The chaos in the Wuhun Empire became increasingly obvious, morale was low, and many soldiers were seriously injured.

At the critical moment, Zhou Tong decided to take action himself.

His figure was like a flame, rushing into the battlefield in an instant, the sharp sword in his hand wrapped in fiery soul power, pointing directly at the core position of the Garo Empire.

Lu Yu's pupils shrank, and he keenly realized that Zhou Tong's target was him.

He knew very well that with his own strength, fighting against a Titled Douluo would be tantamount to seeking his own death.

Decisively, he flashed and quickly retreated to a safe distance with the displacement effect of his soul skill, standing aside and watching the battle coldly.

At this moment, several Titled Douluo of the Jialuo Empire rushed out in time and blocked Zhou Tong's way.

The lights of their martial spirits intertwined, and the collision of their spirit skills erupted with an earth-shattering roar.

Another Titled Douluo from the Wuhun Empire also joined the battle, and the clash of high-level combat power between the two sides made the battlefield situation more complicated.

Lu Yu stood in the distance, analyzing the battle situation calmly.

He knew that his departure was not an escape, but a way to buy time for the Garo Empire's counterattack.

Without the restraint of the Titled Douluo, the army of the Jialuo Empire was like a tiger descending from the mountain, completely suppressing the front line of the Wuhun Empire.

The soldiers of the Wuhun Empire were defeated one after another, and their formation completely collapsed.

Seeing that the situation was irreversible, Zhou Tong's eyes flashed with unwillingness.

He swung his sword fiercely, forcing his opponent to retreat, and roared, "I will never forget what happened today!"

After saying that, he and another Titled Douluo quickly evacuated, leaving behind a devastated battlefield.

The soldiers of the Garo Empire burst into thunderous cheers, and the siege ended with their complete victory.

After the war, the smoke outside Fengshan City had not yet dissipated, and the soldiers of the Jialuo Empire began to pack up and return to the city.

Lu Yu stood at the edge of the battlefield, his eyes sweeping over the broken weapons and blades on the ground, but he did not feel much joy in his heart.

He knew that this victory was only a temporary respite, and the ambition of the Wuhun Empire was far from extinguished.

Just as he was about to return to the city with the army, a general came quickly and whispered, "Lord Lu Yu, someone wants to see you."

Lu Yu frowned slightly and asked, "Who?"

The general lowered his voice and said, "It's the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Empire, Hu Liena."

Lu Yu was stunned, and then all kinds of memories from a year ago flashed through his mind.

At that time, Hu Liena was still that bright and beautiful girl, yet a little cunning.

Now, as the Holy Maiden of the Wuhun Empire, she stood in opposition to him.

He was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Lead the way."

Under the guidance of the general, Lu Yu passed through a dense forest and came to a secluded clearing in the woods.

In the center of the open space, there were two figures standing - one was Ju Douluo, who had an unfathomable aura, and the other was Hu Liena, who was dressed in white gauze and had a cold temperament.

Ju Douluo's gaze lingered on Lu Yu for a moment, and then at Hu Liena's signal, he quietly retreated, leaving the two of them alone.

Hu Liena's gaze fell on Lu Yu, and complex emotions flashed in her eyes.

She whispered, "I never thought we would meet under such circumstances."

There was a hint of helplessness in her voice, as if she was telling about the trick of fate.

As the Holy Maiden of the Wuhun Empire, she shoulders the expectations of her teacher, but is unwilling to engage in battle with Lu Yu.

Her fingers were slightly clenched, and her skirt swayed gently in the breeze, making her look a little helpless.

Lu Yu looked at her quietly with gentle eyes.

He walked forward slowly, put his arm around her shoulders, and whispered, “The feelings we had a year ago were all sincere.

The enemy is the Spirit Hall and the Spirit Empire, but definitely not you."

His voice was firm yet gentle, carrying a reassuring power.

He raised his hand, ruffled Hu Liena's hair, and smiled, "Leave it to me, I will take care of everything."

Hu Liena's eyes were slightly red, and she leaned lightly on his shoulder.

The silence between the two seemed to isolate the noise of the battlefield, with only the sound of the wind in the forest echoing softly.

However, at this warm moment, Lu Yu's eyes suddenly became cold.

He keenly sensed a spying gaze from not far away, the aura subtle yet carrying a hint of hostility. He whirled around and shouted in a deep voice, "Who goes there!"

The clearing in the forest fell silent in an instant, with only the sound of the wind remaining.

Hu Liena also raised her head, a hint of vigilance flashing in her eyes.

Lu Yu's eyes swept into the depths of the dense forest, and he thought to himself, "Here comes ill-intentioned people."

The night was as dark as ink, and the moonlight appeared and disappeared among the clouds, casting mottled light and shadows, reflecting in a dense forest on the border of the Garo Empire.

On the forest path, the wind hummed softly, the shadows of the trees swayed, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance of grass and trees, mixed with a hint of solemnity.

Lu Yu stood under an ancient tree, his green robe fluttering slightly, his eyes fixed calmly on a figure not far ahead.

That was Hu Liena, the Holy Maiden of the Wuhun Empire. She was wearing a red dress that stood out in the night, like a burning flame, with a touch of charm and nobility.

The two men were only a few feet apart, and their eyes met in the air, carrying a complex emotion, including the warmth of reunion after a long separation, as well as the alienation caused by the opposing camps.

There was a trace of inquiry in Hu Liena's eyes, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly, as if she was smiling: "Lu Yu, you are quite brave. You dare to come to see me at this time and place."

Her voice was clear, yet with a hint of teasing, like a test, or a teasing.

Hearing this, Lu Yu smiled lightly, without much ripples between his brows: "I just came to see a friend, that's all."

His tone was calm, as if this was just an ordinary meeting, without any concealment or guilt.

At this moment, the night wind suddenly rose, and a slight sound of breaking through the air was heard among the trees, as if someone had deliberately concealed their breath, but still could not cover it up completely.

Lu Yu frowned slightly, his perception had already caught the vague feeling of being watched.

He didn't look back, but a hint of surprise flashed through his mind - someone was following him, but he didn't expect to be exposed at this time.

"Who?"

Hu Liena's reaction was faster than Lu Yu's. Her eyes were like lightning and instantly locked onto a shadow not far away.

Her soul power was quietly circulating, and a sense of oppression was faintly spreading in the air, with a hint of murderous intent.

Before he finished speaking, a golden light flashed from the woods, like a meteor streaking across the night sky. Immediately afterwards, a figure leaped down from the treetops and landed steadily.

It was an old man in a golden robe, with an aura as powerful as a rainbow and soul power as surging as the tide. He was none other than the Titled Douluo of the Wuhun Empire - Chrysanthemum Douluo Yueguan.

Behind him, there was a young girl who looked pretty but a bit stubborn. It was Cheng Yufeng.

Cheng Yufeng's eyes were fixed on Lu Yu, full of disappointment and anger.

She gritted her teeth, her voice trembling a little: "Lu Yu, I never thought that you are from the Wuhun Empire!"

Her tone was full of disbelief, as if the comrade in front of her, with whom she had fought side by side, had now become a complete traitor.

Lu Yu turned his gaze to Cheng Yufeng, and a complicated look flashed in his eyes.

He had long noticed that someone was following him, but he didn't expect that the stalker would be her.

After a moment of hesitation, he didn't rush to explain, but simply said, "You misunderstood."

Upon hearing this, Hu Liena's gaze lingered on Cheng Yufeng for a moment, with a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

She looked Cheng Yufeng up and down, as if she had discovered something interesting, and said with a hint of teasing, "Your General Cheng is already over seventy years old, right? His daughter is only in her teens? Tsk tsk, he is really strong and vigorous."

There was a hint of teasing in her words, as if she was deliberately trying to provoke something.

When these words came out, not only Cheng Yufeng was stunned, but even Ju Douluo beside him was slightly startled, with a trace of embarrassment flashing in his eyes. He was obviously also influenced by Hu Liena's "imagination".

It caught me off guard.

Seeing this, Lu Yu coughed lightly, breaking the awkward atmosphere: "Hu Liena, you think too much.

Yufeng is not General Cheng’s biological daughter, but he adopted her.

She is my companion, and this time she is fighting with me."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Yufeng's expression eased slightly, but his eyes were still somewhat wary, and there was still a hint of suspicion in his eyes when he looked at Lu Yu.

Hu Liena raised an eyebrow, as if she wasn't entirely satisfied with Lu Yu's explanation. She took a step forward, her tone tentative, "So what are you going to do with her? Let her go? Lu Yu, you have to think carefully. If she goes back and tells others about what happened today, what will the people of the Jialuo Empire think of you? Your private meeting with the Saint of the Wuhun Empire is not something that can be easily explained."

Hearing this, Lu Yu's eyes were calm, but his tone remained calm: "I didn't make any deal with the Wuhun Empire. I just came to see a friend, that's all."

He paused, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, "If you believe it, then believe it. If you don't believe it, then forget it.

If they want to keep me, I'm afraid it won't be that easy."

This was said neither humbly nor arrogantly, with a calm confidence.

Upon hearing this, Ju Douluo's eyes flashed with approval.

Although he is a Titled Douluo of the Wuhun Empire, he admires Lu Yu's courage and character.

He chuckled, his tone filled with regret: "What an interesting boy, it's a pity that you don't belong to our Wuhun Empire."

After hearing this, Hu Liena's gaze lingered on Lu Yu for a moment, and she finally nodded: "Okay, since you are so sure, I won't try to persuade you any further."

She paused, her tone somewhat serious, "However, Lu Yu, the next time we meet, I'm afraid it will be on the battlefield.

When the time comes, I will show no mercy."

Hearing this, Lu Yu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a relaxed smile: "Then I have to show mercy."

His tone was a bit joking, but also revealed a hint of concern for Hu Liena.

The two looked at each other, and there seemed to be a subtle emotion flowing in the air, but it was blown away by the night wind.

Before leaving, Lu Yu slowly walked past Ju Douluo and casually took out a bottle of crystal clear potion from his sleeve and handed it to him: "It's a small greeting gift. Please take good care of it in the future."

He spoke in a nonchalant tone, as if it was just a trivial matter.

Ju Douluo took the potion, slightly probed into it with his soul power, but his expression suddenly changed.

The soul power contained in the potion is astonishingly rich. It is a rare treasure in the outside world and can significantly accelerate the cultivation speed of Titled Douluo.

Even with his status, such treasures are extremely difficult to obtain.

He instantly understood Lu Yu's intention - this was not only a gift, but also a trust to Hu Liena.

A smile flashed in Ju Douluo's eyes, and he whispered, "What an interesting little guy."

Hu Liena didn't notice this. Before leaving, she turned to look at Ju Douluo and said solemnly, "I hope you don't tell the teacher and my brother about what happened today."

There was a hint of pleading in her voice, and she obviously didn't want the core figures of the Wuhun Empire to know about this private meeting, so as to avoid causing unnecessary trouble.

Ju Douluo nodded, a glint of understanding flashing in his eyes: "Don't worry, I know my limits."

As the night deepened, the figures of Hu Liena and Ju Douluo quickly disappeared into the depths of the dense forest.

Lu Yu stood there, his eyes calm, as if thinking about something.

Cheng Yufeng stood not far away, looking at him with complicated eyes, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.

Finally, she couldn't help but ask, "Lu Yu, what exactly is your relationship with that Holy Maiden of the Martial Soul Empire?" (End of Chapter)