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

Lu Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, stood up and pushed the door open, but ran into Cheng Yufeng who was guarding outside the door.

Cheng Yufeng looked at him with complicated eyes and said in a deep voice: "Lu Yu, where are you going?"

Lu Yu stopped and glanced at him coldly, his tone hard: "Do I need to report to you where I'm going?"

Cheng Yufeng was stunned, his throat moved slightly, but he didn't say anything in the end.

Lu Yu turned and left, his back gradually disappearing into the night.

Cheng Yufeng stood there, his fists slightly clenched, and an inexplicable sense of loss surged in his heart.

This cold response seemed to have created an invisible rift between him and Lu Yu.

The night was deep, and the military camp on the border of the Garo Empire looked particularly solemn under the dim firelight.

The cold wind swept through the tent, bringing with it a low whistle, like the low roar of a distant soul beast.

Lu Yu stood at the edge of the camp, wearing a dark gray robe, gazing calmly into the distance.

His figure appeared lonely in the night, with the corners of his robe fluttering in the wind, revealing a hint of unruly temperament.

The moonlight shone on his face, outlining his angular features, but there was a hint of imperceptible fatigue between his brows.

"Lu Yu!"

A low and somewhat questioning voice came from behind, breaking the silence of the night.

Lu Yu slightly turned sideways and his eyes fell on the person who came - Cheng Yufeng, the deputy general of the border garrison of the Jialuo Empire. He was wearing a silver-gray armor that shone coldly in the moonlight.

His steps were steady and powerful, but his eyes were filled with undisguised suspicion and scrutiny.

"What are you doing here so late at night?"

Cheng Yufeng stopped, crossed his arms, and spoke with an aggressive tone, "A few days ago, you claimed to be investigating the movements of the Spirit Empire, but why are you so vague every time you come back? Lu Yu, I respect you as a Soul Sage, but if you have any connection with the Spirit Empire, don't blame me for being merciless!"

Hearing this, Lu Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

He slowly turned around, looking directly at Cheng Yufeng, his voice calm but with unquestionable firmness: "General Cheng, I have done things with a clear conscience and there is no need to hide it.

If you don't trust me, just come with me and see what I'm doing."

His tone was neither humble nor arrogant, and carried a calm confidence, as if he was already accustomed to such questioning.

Cheng Yufeng narrowed his eyes and looked Lu Yu up and down, as if trying to find a flaw in his face.

However, Lu Yu's expression was calm and his eyes were clear, with no intention of retreating at all.

After a moment, Cheng Yufeng snorted coldly, and said in a slightly slower tone: "Okay, I'll go with you.

If you really have ulterior motives, don't blame me for being ruthless."

The corners of Lu Yu's lips rose slightly, revealing a meaningful smile: "General Cheng, please."

He turned around and walked out of the camp at a leisurely pace, his robe sleeves swaying gently in the wind, his back revealing a sense of aloofness.

Cheng Yufeng frowned and followed. Although he still had doubts in his heart, he had to admit that Lu Yu's frankness left him speechless for a moment.

Outside the camp, the night wind was even stronger, and the mountains in the distance were looming in the darkness.

Lu Yu stopped and looked at an open space not far away.

There, a figure was waiting quietly, his fiery red robe particularly eye-catching in the night.

The person who came was Ma Hongjun. When he saw Lu Yu, his slightly ruffian face showed a familiar smile.

"Lu Yu, you're finally here!"

Ma Hongjun stepped forward quickly, patted Lu Yu on the shoulder, and said with a hint of joking, "I spent a lot of effort this time to get what you wanted."

As he spoke, he took out an exquisite soul guide from his arms. With a slight push of his soul power, a faint halo appeared on the surface of the soul guide, and then a soul bone emitting a fiery breath appeared in his hand.

The soul bone is red all over, with faint flame patterns flowing on the surface, as if it contains endless hot energy.

Lu Yu's gaze fell on the soul bone, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

He reached out to take the soul bone. As he touched it, a warm breath spread along his palm, with a faint trace of violent soul power fluctuations.

"Thirty thousand year old Bull Demon Fire Soul Bone..."

Lu Yu murmured softly, with a hint of emotion in his eyes.

This soul bone comes from a 33,000-year-old Bull Demon Fire Soul Beast and is extremely rare.

He had seen the martial spirit of this kind of soul beast once in the Advanced Soul Master Elite Competition two years ago, and was shocked by its violent fire power.

I didn't expect that such a precious soul bone would appear in my hands now.

Ma Hongjun scratched his head and chuckled, "This thing is priceless. Meng Yiran and I took a lot of effort to get it from the black market.

You have to thank me very much!"

He paused, his eyes swept over Lu Yu, and he was suddenly stunned. He exclaimed: "Wait, you... you broke through to Soul Saint?! From level 68 to Soul Saint, this speed is too terrifying!"

Lu Yu smiled slightly, with a hint of complacency in his eyes: "It's just luck."

He put the soul bone into the soul guide, his tone calm but with a certain solemnity: "Hongjun, I accept this soul bone.

If you have any news about high-year soul bones in the future, please let me know. Price is not an issue."

Ma Hongjun raised his eyebrows and jokingly said, "Hey, Lu Yu, you are quite arrogant! But you are also right. To be able to easily come up with so many resources, your background must be quite impressive."

As soon as he finished speaking, he glanced at Cheng Yufeng beside him inadvertently, and his smile froze slightly.

Cheng Yufeng stood not far away, staring at the soul guide in Lu Yu's hand, a hint of shock flashed in his eyes.

A thirty thousand year old soul bone is priceless. Even in a behemoth like the Garo Empire, it is not a treasure that can be taken out casually.

Lu Yu was able to obtain it so easily, and even said "price is not a problem",
This made him have deeper doubts about Lu Yu's identity.

"Lu Yu, who are you?"

Cheng Yufeng finally couldn't help but speak, with a hint of probing in his tone, "You can easily take out a 30,000-year-old soul bone, so your background is definitely not simple.

Tell me, who do you work for?"

Hearing this, Lu Yu's eyes darkened slightly, and he turned to look at Cheng Yufeng with a cold tone: "General Cheng, my identity has nothing to do with you.

You just need to know that the Spirit Empire and I are irreconcilable."

His voice was calm, but it carried an invisible pressure that made Cheng Yufeng's heart tremble.

Cheng Yufeng frowned and wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Lu Yu's wave of his hand: "It's getting late. If General Cheng has nothing else to do, please go back."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the camp, leaving Cheng Yufeng standing there with a gloomy expression.

Shortly after Lu Yu returned to the tent, a burst of hurried footsteps broke the tranquility of the night.

A scout rushed into Cheng Yufeng's tent with an anxious look on his face, his voice trembling, "General, this is terrible! The soul masters we sent out to raid the Wuhun Empire camp... have been completely wiped out!"

Cheng Yufeng stood up abruptly, disbelief flashing in his eyes: "What?! How is this possible?!" He strode forward, grabbed the scout by the collar, and growled, "Explain yourself! What exactly happened?!"

The scout swallowed his saliva, his voice filled with fear: "Tonight, the moon is dark and the wind is strong. Our people raided the Wuhun Empire camp as planned, and at first they easily defeated the guarding spirit masters.

But who knew... that camp was completely empty! During the retreat, strange flames suddenly ignited all around. Those flames could not be extinguished, and the temperature continued to rise... All the soul masters, including the generals leading the team, were burned to death. No one survived!

Upon hearing this, Cheng Yufeng's face instantly turned ashen.

He suddenly let go of the scout, clenching his fists, a flicker of regret and anger in his eyes: "I fell into the Spirit Empire's counter-tactics... I was careless!"

He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and said in a deep voice: "Immediately send an order to all soldiers on the front line to withdraw and defend the city gates! We must not let the Wuhun Empire take advantage of this opportunity!"

The scout took the order and left, but Cheng Yufeng stood there for a long time without moving.

He recalled Lu Yu's figure in his mind and thought to himself, "Lu Yu...how much do you know?"

He vaguely felt that Lu Yu seemed to have anticipated the Wuhun Empire's tricks, but he did not say it explicitly, which made him even more confused about Lu Yu's position.

At this moment, another scout rushed over, his voice urgent: "General, urgent military information! Our reinforcement troops were ambushed along the way and suffered heavy losses. We have sent out a distress signal!"

Cheng Yufeng's heart was shaken, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes: "The Wuhun Empire... Such cruel means!"

He made a prompt decision, turned around and walked towards the main tent, saying in a deep voice, "Prepare your horses! I want to see the Second Prince immediately!"

A moment later, the lights in the main tent of the Garo Empire were brightly lit.

The second prince sat in the main seat, wearing a black robe with gold edges. He looked dignified yet a bit scholarly.

Cheng Yufeng knelt on one knee, his tone heavy: "Your Highness, the Wuhun Empire has set a trap. Our assault force was completely wiped out, and the support force was ambushed. The situation is critical!"

Upon hearing this, the Second Prince frowned and after a moment's silence, he asked, "General Cheng, what are your plans?"

Cheng Yufeng raised his head, his eyes firm: "Your Highness, the current priority is to protect the support troops.

I have sent people to support them and strengthen the city defenses to prevent the Wuhun Empire from taking advantage of the situation and invading.

The Spirit Empire's goal is obviously to cut off our support lines and isolate us.

We must defend the city gates and stop the Spirit Empire from advancing!"

The Second Prince nodded, his eyes showing a bit more trust: "General Cheng, you are experienced in battlefield affairs, and this prince trusts you.

This matter will be carried out according to your plan.

No matter what, the territory of the Jialuo Empire must not be allowed to be encroached upon by the Wuhun Empire!"

Cheng Yufeng clasped his fists and said in a deep voice, "I will do my utmost to stop the Wuhun Empire!"

He stood up, a hint of fighting spirit in his eyes, but a figure vaguely emerged in his mind - Lu Yu.

At the same time, Lu Yu stood alone in the tent, holding the 30,000-year-old Bull Demon Fire Soul Bone in his hand, his eyes deep.

The flame patterns on the surface of the soul bone flow slowly, as if telling of some ancient power.

At this moment, a deep voice sounded in his mind: "Absorb this soul bone as soon as possible, it will allow you to go further."

Lu Yu's heart moved slightly, knowing that this was the voice of the Qilin's residual soul.

He whispered back, "I understand."

He carefully put away the soul bone, cast his gaze at the night outside the window, and murmured: "Soul Empire... your conspiracy has just begun."

Lu Yu stood on the top of a high mountain, overlooking the rolling forest below. In his ears was the hum of the wind blowing through the dense forest, as if telling some ominous omen.

His eyes were heavy as he glanced at the exhausted soldiers of the Garo Empire beside him.

The team consisted of thousands of people, their armor covered in mud and blood, and their eyes were filled with deep fatigue and anxiety.

The Wuhun Empire army at the foot of the mountain was like an impenetrable net, trapping them on this densely forested mountain. Enemies surrounded them from all directions, and their route of retreat had long been completely blocked.

The air was filled with the smell of damp earth, mixed with the faint neighing of war horses and the sound of metal clashing coming from afar.

Lu Yu gripped the sword tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

He was not the leader of this team, but as a member of the Garo Empire, he knew how dangerous the current situation was.

Before this, a soul master fought desperately to break out of the siege, hoping to be rescued, but that little bit of hope was gradually swallowed up by despair during the long wait.

The Wuhun Empire army at the foot of the mountain did not rush to attack, but chose to surround but not attack, intending to exhaust their physical strength and will.

"General Ma, what's the situation?"

Lu Yu asked the middle-aged general beside him in a low voice.

Ma Fan's face was haggard, his eyes were bloodshot, and his brows were so furrowed that it seemed as if water could be squeezed out of them.

He was the commander of this support force, shouldering the important mission of bringing thousands of soldiers to the frontline city to support the defenders.

However, at this moment, the team was trapped in this high mountain forest and could not move.

Ma Fan was silent for a moment, his voice low and hoarse: "We can still hold on for a few more days, but the water and food are running out.

Although soul masters can rely on their soul power to persevere, ordinary soldiers..."

He paused, his eyes sweeping over the soldiers leaning against the tree trunks, their faces full of fatigue, “We can’t hold out for long.

More importantly, the frontline cities are still waiting for us.

If we fail to arrive in time, the pressure on the city defense will be even greater."

When Lu Yu heard this, his heart sank.

He knew that Ma Fan's anxiety came not only from the current predicament, but also from his concern about the situation on the front line.

According to scouts' reports, the Wuhun Empire's army is pressing forward at the front line, and the Jialuo Empire's city defenses are already in jeopardy.

This support force was trapped here, completely losing its combat value.

Lu Yu turned his gaze to the distance, trying to find a possibility of breaking out in the dense forest, but the firelight below the mountain and the faintly visible enemy flags made him realize how heavy the price of breaking out would be.

"General Ma, is there any news about the soul master who broke through and sought help?"

Lu Yu asked tentatively, with a hint of expectation in his voice.

Ma Fan shook his head and said with a wry smile, "If that soul master can successfully reach the front line, General Cheng might send reinforcements.

But the frontline is already short on manpower, and the Second Prince is personally in charge of the frontline. If the reinforcements don’t arrive in time…”

He didn't continue, but Lu Yu could feel the heaviness in his words.

Deputy General Li Ze stood aside, trying to ease the atmosphere: "General Ma, General Cheng is experienced and will definitely send troops to support us as soon as possible.

We just need to hold on for a few more days, attacking from both inside and outside, and we will surely break the siege of the Spirit Empire!"

Ma Fan did not respond, but instead stared down at the soil beneath his feet, his eyes filled with deep helplessness. (End of Chapter)