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

Hearing this, Lu Yu turned around and looked at her, a complicated look flashing in his eyes.

He was silent for a moment before he slowly spoke: “We have been friends for many years.

I predicted today’s situation a year ago.”

He paused, his tone somewhat calm, “However, she and I are already on opposite sides.

I won't attack her, but I also have nothing to do with the Wuhun Empire."

Cheng Yufeng's eyes were still filled with suspicion. She bit her lip and asked tentatively, "You like her, don't you?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Yu paused slightly, but did not answer. He just continued walking forward in silence.

Seeing this, Cheng Yufeng's eyes flashed with anger, and his voice rose a few degrees: "Lu Yu, you'd better explain it to me clearly! If you really are colluding with the Wuhun Empire, I will tell my father about this! Then no one will help you! Those people have long looked down on you as an outsider, and they can't wait to make trouble for you!"

Lu Yu stopped and turned to look at Cheng Yufeng. There was no anger in his eyes, only a faint smile: "I have already said that I am just here to see a friend.

Believe it or not, it’s up to you.”

He paused, his voice firm, "I, Lu Yu, have done things with a clear conscience."

After saying that, he said no more and turned to walk out of the dense forest.

Cheng Yufeng stood there, looking at his back, feeling extremely conflicted.

She gritted her teeth, as if she had made some kind of determination, and whispered, "I believe you this time.

However, Lu Yu, if I find out that you have done something wrong to me, I will never let you go!"

Hearing this, Lu Yu paused slightly, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes - why did it sound like he had done something to offend her? But he didn't think much about it, just shook his head lightly and continued on his way.

It was already late at night when we returned to the camp of the Garo Empire.

The camp was brightly lit, patrolling soldiers marched in step, and the air was filled with a tense atmosphere before a war.

Lu Yu returned to his tent, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and meditated.

Although today's meeting was short, it gave him a lot of thoughts.

He opened the system interface and checked the results of this operation - he had killed many soul masters and accumulated 300,000 lucky points, which was a considerable achievement.

But Lu Yu was not satisfied.

His eyes fell on his own soul power level, which was only one step away from Soul Sage.

If one wants to take the initiative in the upcoming war, breaking through to the Soul Saint level and obtaining new soul rings is a top priority.

He asked the AI ​​in a deep voice, "Is there a spirit ring suitable for me?"

The voice of the artificial intelligence sounded in his mind: "Recommend the Miledy Soul Ring from the King's World.

Its skill can summon several robots, causing considerable damage, and also has auxiliary functions, and the price is relatively reasonable. "

When Lu Yu heard this, a hint of interest flashed in his eyes.

He had some knowledge of Miledy, an unpopular hero. Her skills were related to robots, which could bring extremely strong combat power and significantly help in breaking through to the Soul Saint level.

He pressed on, "What's the exchange rate?"

"Thirty million lucky points."

The AI's answer was clear and concise.

Lu Yu frowned slightly and checked his points balance - 18 million, still 12 million away from the goal.

He compared the soul rings of other popular heroes, and the exchange price of hundreds of millions of points made Miledy's cost-effectiveness particularly outstanding.

He pondered for a moment and asked, "Is there any way to gather 12 million points in a short period of time?"

The AI ​​responded: "You can earn points by completing tasks. The choice of tasks is in the hands of the owner."

Lu Yu opened the task interface and scanned the task information.

Several high-score tasks come into view: First, kill a Soul Saint and you will be rewarded with 10 million points; second, capture a city and you will also be rewarded with 10 million points, but the task can only be completed three times, and the reward for the second time will be weakened, and there will be no reward for the third time.

Lu Yu's heart moved slightly.

It is extremely difficult for a Soul Emperor to kill a Soul Sage, but there are Soul Sage-level strongmen on the core battlefield.

If you can seize the opportunity, it may be possible.

He pondered for a moment and murmured, "Let's see what happens tomorrow."

As the night deepened, the sound of the wind outside the tent continued.

Lu Yu closed his eyes, and the figure of Hu Liena in a red dress and Cheng Yufeng's complicated gaze appeared in his mind.

He sighed softly, collected his thoughts, and refocused his attention on the upcoming battle and the spirit ring plan.

Breaking through to the Soul Saint level is imperative.

In the early morning, the city gate of the Garo Empire was shrouded in a thin mist, and the air was filled with a damp chill and a faint smell of blood.

On the city wall, flags fluttered in the wind, and the sound of war drums was low and rapid, as if urging the passage of time.

On the distant horizon, the army of the Wuhun Empire surged like a tide, with flags waving and murderous intent everywhere.

Yesterday's confrontation had already caused heavy losses to both sides, and today, the Wuhun Empire's offensive was even more fierce.

They divided their troops into many groups, like countless poisonous snakes, biting the defense line of the Garo Empire from different directions. The war raged under the city. The shouts, the collision of weapons and the roar of the burst of soul skills were intertwined, shaking the stones on the city wall slightly.

The entire battlefield fell into chaos, and the situation was like a taut string that could break at any time.

Lu Yu stood on the high wall of the city gate, with his hands behind his back, gazing at the battlefield below with calm and deep eyes.

His figure was tall and straight, his black robe swaying slightly in the wind. The corners of the robe were embroidered with a few dark golden lines, revealing a low-key luxury.

The morning light shone on his face, reflecting his handsome yet somewhat cold features.

His eyes narrowed slightly, but a fiery light burned deep in his pupils - it was not a desire for victory, nor hatred for the enemy, but an almost greedy expectation.

In his eyes, those spirit masters of the Wuhun Empire charging on the battlefield were not just enemies, but walking "treasure troves of points".

Every time he kills someone, the system will generously give him points, and these points are the cornerstone of his becoming stronger on this continent.

"Another feast..."

Lu Yu murmured softly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile.

His fingers gently stroked the hilt of the longsword at his waist. The carvings on the scabbard glowed coldly in the morning light, as if responding to its owner's fighting spirit.

The other soul masters on the city wall were nervously directing the defense and commanding the soldiers to adjust their formations. Only Lu Yu seemed out of place. There was an indescribable confidence in his calmness, as if this chaotic war had nothing to do with him, and as if the entire battlefield was under his control.

"Lu Yu, what are you daydreaming about again?"

A slightly old but powerful voice came from the side, interrupting Lu Yu's thoughts.

He turned around and saw that it was General Cheng.

This veteran, who is over 60 years old, is wearing heavy armor. Although his temples are gray, his eyes are still as sharp as an eagle.

He stood at the edge of the city wall, his hands resting on the stone buttresses, staring at the battle below with a frown.

Clearly, the Spirit Empire's strategy of dividing its forces put him under considerable pressure. "Elder Cheng, I'm thinking..."

Lu Yu paused, then returned his gaze to the battlefield. His tone was calm but with a hint of joking, "If this battle were more intense, we would get even more points."

General Cheng was stunned when he heard this, then he laughed and patted Lu Yu on the shoulder: "Young man, it's a good thing to be eager to make achievements, but the battlefield is not a joke.

You better be careful and don't rush in and get yourself killed."

There was a hint of teasing in his tone, but there was a glint of admiration in his eyes.

He had heard of Lu Yu's strength, but when he saw the young man's calmness and confidence with his own eyes, he couldn't help but feel a little bit of anticipation.

Lu Yu smiled slightly, without further explanation, and said lightly: "Mr. Cheng, I want to go down and help."

Before he finished speaking, his figure flashed, and he jumped straight down from the city wall like a black lightning.

The city wall was tens of meters high, and ordinary soul masters would never dare to act so rashly, but Lu Yu walked on it as if it were flat ground, and didn't even stir up a speck of dust when he landed.

His movements were so clean and neat that they caused the soul masters on the city wall to exclaim in surprise.

"This kid is too brave, isn't he?"

A young soul master couldn't help but whispered, his eyes full of shock.

"He's just a Soul Emperor. How dare you jump down like that? Aren't you afraid of getting half-dead from the fall?"

Another person echoed, with a bit of disdain in his tone, but more of it was envy that could not be concealed.

General Cheng narrowed his eyes, watching Lu Yu's receding figure, a smile on his face: "Young man, you are indeed full of drive."

Beside him, the second prince Cheng Yufeng remained silent.

His eyes followed Lu Yu's figure, his brows slightly furrowed, and his thoughts were churning in his mind.

Lu Yu's strength and courage undoubtedly impressed him, but he always felt that this young man had an unfathomable temperament - he was neither greedy for fame nor a simple hot-blooded person.

It would be extremely difficult to keep such talents in the Garo Empire.

On the battlefield, smoke filled the air and shouts of killing shook the sky.

As soon as Lu Yu landed, he rushed into a flock of sheep like a tiger. The long sword in his hand drew cold rays of light. Wherever he went, the soul masters of the Wuhun Empire fell one after another.

His swordsmanship was swift and sharp, and each sword strike accurately hit the enemy's vital points without any delay.

The sword edge collided with the enemy's weapon, emitting dazzling sparks and the air was filled with the smell of burning metal.

Lu Yu's figure shuttled across the battlefield like a black ghost. Wherever he passed, blood mist filled the air and screams rang out one after another.

"Ding! Kill the Soul Sect and get 5000 points!"

"Ding! Kill the Soul King and get 10000 points!"

The system's prompt sounds kept ringing in Lu Yu's mind, and each sound made the light in his eyes brighter.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a cold smile, as if the blood and chaos on the battlefield were nothing more than a carnival of points to him.

The long sword in his hand danced faster and faster, and the sword energy was so strong that several soul masters were cut down by the sword before they even had time to react.

Seeing this, the morale of the surrounding Garo Empire soldiers was greatly boosted, and they shouted and followed Lu Yu to charge.

However, Lu Yu's strong performance soon attracted the attention of the Wuhun Empire.

A general in black armor rushed out from the crowd. He was tall and held a heavy sword in his hand. The fluctuation of his soul power showed that he was a level 69 Soul Emperor.

The black-armored general locked his gaze on Lu Yu and shouted, "Great skill! Let me meet you!"

Before he finished speaking, he flashed and swung the heavy sword in his hand, whistling in the wind, and chopped down at Lu Yu's head.

A hint of teasing flashed in Lu Yu's eyes, and he dodged the attack easily by moving to the side.

The moment the two swords clashed, sparks flew and the deafening sound of metal collision resounded throughout the battlefield.

The black-armored general was extremely powerful, but Lu Yu was not at all inferior to him.

He turned his body, and the long sword drew a strange arc, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at the opponent's chest.

The black-armored general quickly drew his sword to block, but his arm went numb from the shock of Lu Yu's sword energy, and he involuntarily took two steps back.

"Such a strong sword intent!"

A hint of shock flashed in the black-armored general's eyes, but his pride as a Soul Emperor made him unwilling to retreat.

He roared, and his soul power exploded. A giant bear martial spirit appeared behind him, and his strength increased sharply.

The heavy sword was swung out again, bringing up a gust of wind, trying to force Lu Yu back.

Lu Yu was not afraid at all. His figure was as agile as a ghost and his sword moves became more and more fierce.

Every time he swung the sword, it contained a strange sword power that seemed to be able to tear the air apart.

The black-armored general was able to resist at first, but as the battle continued, he gradually felt exhausted.

Lu Yu's swordsmanship was not only fast, but also extremely accurate in every strike, as if he could predict his every move.

After a few moves, a deep wound was cut on the black-armored general's chest, and blood gushed out. He staggered backward.

"Protect the Commander!"

Seeing this, the surrounding spirit masters of the Wuhun Empire rushed forward and tried to besiege Lu Yu.

However, Lu Yu's eyes were as cold as ice.

He shook the long sword in his hand, and the sword energy swept out like a hurricane. Several soul masters rushing in the front were instantly cut into two pieces, and the blood dyed the ground red.

Seeing this, the black-armored general finally showed a hint of fear in his eyes.

He gritted his teeth and asked, "Who are you? Why do you have such strength?"

Lu Yu did not answer, but just smiled coldly, swung his sword, and a sharp sword energy went straight to the throat of the black-armored general.

The latter tried his best to block, but was ultimately unable to withstand the fatal blow.

With a muffled groan, the black-armored general fell to the ground and died. Blood gushed out from his neck, staining the yellow earth beneath his feet red.

"Ding! Kill the Soul Emperor and get 50000 points!"

The system prompt sounded again, but Lu Yu didn't even look at it.

His gaze was already cast towards the center of the battlefield—there, the powerful men from the Jialuo Empire and the Wuhun Empire were engaging in an even more intense confrontation.

The shouts of killing, the light of the soul skills bursting out and the smell of blood were intertwined together, like a tragic picture.

Lu Yu flashed and rushed quickly towards the center of the battlefield.

Just as he arrived, a Soul Saint from the Jialuo Empire was pierced through the chest by a Silver-Armored Soul Saint from the Wuhun Empire. Blood spurted into the air and the body fell powerlessly.

The Silver-Armored Soul Saint retracted his spear, swept his eyes across the battlefield, and finally locked onto Lu Yu.

He sneered, his tone filled with disdain: "A Soul Emperor dares to come and die? Killing you is as easy as pie!"

He said nothing more, but slowly raised the longsword in his hand, his soul power flowing through the blade, emitting a faint glow. (End of Chapter)