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

"Jia Luo's trash, you still want to use this broken city to stop my Wuhun Empire?"

He sneered, waved his hand and shouted, "Fire!"

As soon as the words fell, the soul cannon array behind the Wuhun Empire erupted with a deafening roar.

Hundreds of soul cannons spewed out blazing light at the same time, and the artillery fire hit the city gate like a meteor shower.

The power of each soul cannon was enough to destroy a hill. The city walls trembled violently under the fierce impact, stones cracked, and dust flew.

The defenders on the city wall didn't even have time to react before they were knocked to the ground by the aftermath of the explosion, and screams rang out one after another.

Several talisman masters who were in charge of strengthening the defense tried their best to mobilize their soul power in an attempt to stabilize the city wall, but they vomited blood and fainted on the spot under the impact of the soul cannon.

In just a few minutes, the city's defense system completely collapsed. Countless cracks were blown into the thick city walls, and some sections even collapsed, revealing hideous gaps.

None of the generals on the city wall were spared and were all seriously injured. General Ma's left arm was broken by a flying stone, and his armor was stained red with blood, but he still gritted his teeth and propped himself up, trying to organize the remaining soldiers to fight back.

However, facing the Wuhun Empire's continuous offensive, such resistance seemed so powerless.

General Cheng stood on the observation deck, witnessing all this, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

He turned his head abruptly and shouted to the guards behind him, "Quick, take His Highness away! Now!"

Upon hearing this, the Second Prince clenched his fists, his eyes filled with resentment. "Old General, how could I abandon you? The Spirit Empire destroyed my city gate today, and I will make them pay the price!"

His voice was almost a roar, filled with the passion and anger of a young man.

The Titled Douluo in charge of the escort interrupted him coldly: "Your Highness, if you don't leave now, no one else can leave!"

Before he finished speaking, he grabbed the second prince and forcibly took him to evacuate to the rear.

The Second Prince struggled to turn his head, his eyes filled with resentment and pain, and roared, "Old General..."

However, his figure soon disappeared in the smoke.

The city gate completely fell and without the protection of the city walls, the defenders of the Garo Empire were completely exposed to the army of soul masters of the Wuhun Empire.

Although the roar of the soul cannon has stopped, a more brutal close combat has begun.

The soul masters of the Wuhun Empire were as fierce as wolves and tigers, and the light of their soul skills raged on the battlefield. Although the soldiers of the Jialuo Empire fought desperately, they were defeated and corpses were everywhere.

Several generals stumbled to General Cheng's side, crying out, "Old General, retreat! The city has been breached, and we can't hold them back! We're willing to stay behind and escort you out!"

General Cheng shook his head, his eyes as hard as iron, and slowly drew the long sword from his waist.

The sword blade gleamed coldly in the sunlight, reflecting his old yet resolute face.

"Your Highness has been safely evacuated. Our mission is to delay the enemy and buy time for Your Highness."

His voice was low but resounding, "Today, I, Cheng, will never retreat!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stepped forward, pointed his sword at the enemy, and shouted, "Come on!"

The spirit masters of the Wuhun Empire quickly surrounded them, led by Zhou Tong.

Beside him were several soul masters with powerful auras, each with a flashing soul ring and an imposing presence.

Zhou Tong looked at General Cheng, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, and he said, "General Cheng, I have long heard of your reputation for loyalty and righteousness.

If you surrender today, my Wuhun Empire will spare your life and give you a high position. How about it?"

Upon hearing this, General Cheng burst into laughter, but his laughter was filled with endless sadness and anger.

"How ridiculous! I've fought on the battlefield for decades, how could I bow to a thief like you?"

He suddenly raised his sword, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit, "Even if I die in battle today, I'll take a few people with me!"

Before he finished speaking, he flashed and rushed towards the enemy camp, the long sword in his hand flashed with a cold light, and went straight for Zhou Tong.

The battle broke out instantly. Although General Cheng was old and frail, his swordsmanship was sharp, and each of his swords carried the result of a lifetime of practice and conviction.

The surrounding spirit masters of the Wuhun Empire were caught off guard, and several of them were killed by his sword, with blood splattering everywhere.

However, the enemy was too numerous, and the spirit skills from all directions attacked like a violent storm. Several generals in front of General Cheng fought desperately to protect him, but they fell one after another, and their blood dyed the ground beneath their feet red.

General Cheng himself was also hit by several soul skills, his armor was shattered, and blood gushed out from the wounds, staining his battle robe red.

Zhou Tong watched coldly, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips.

"Old fellow, are you using up your lifespan to forcibly increase your strength? Ridiculous! With your limited means, you think you can make up for the gap with the Titled Douluo?"

His voice was cold and cruel, as if he had already seen through General Cheng's trump card.

General Cheng turned a deaf ear to them, roaring and swinging his sword to kill one soul master after another.

His figure rushed left and right among the enemy troops like a wounded tiger, with endless anger and indomitable spirit.

Blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, staining his beard red, but his eyes became more and more fiery, as if to set the entire battlefield on fire.

Finally, Zhou Tong took action.

His figure was as fast as lightning, and he thrust out a sword. The sword light flashed like a meteor and hit General Cheng's chest directly.

The strength of the Titled Douluo was far beyond what General Cheng could contend with. The sword directly pierced his chest, and blood gushed out.

General Cheng staggered to the ground, but he still held the sword tightly in his hand, his fingertips trembling slightly.

His eyes were full of unwillingness, but his consciousness gradually became blurred. In a trance, he seemed to have returned to his youth, putting on armor for the first time, standing on the border wall, and vowing to protect Jialuo with all his passion.

"I...will never...let my country down..."

He whispered softly, his voice weak but firm.

Suddenly, a dazzling light burst out from his body, and the fluctuations of soul power swept over like a tidal wave.

Zhou Tong's pupils shrank sharply, and he roared in shock and anger: "You are crazy!"

However, it was too late.

General Cheng used the last of his soul power to detonate himself. With a deafening roar, the area within a radius of hundreds of feet turned into a blazing light curtain. Countless soul masters of the Wuhun Empire turned into ashes in this terrifying explosion, and the battlefield was razed to the ground.

When the dust settled and the smoke cleared, Zhou Tong staggered to his feet, holding his chest, his face full of anger and unwillingness.

He looked at the battlefield that had been bombed into scorched earth and cursed in a low voice: "Old madman..."

In a quiet mansion, the night is as dark as ink, and the moonlight shines through the carved window lattices onto the bluestone floor, casting mottled light and shadows.

Lu Yu sat cross-legged, with strong soul power surrounding his body, like invisible streams, flowing slowly in the air.

His aura was steady and profound, and the fluctuations of his seventy-second level soul power surged in the room, carrying a faint sense of domineering momentum, as if even the space was slightly distorted by this power.

The wooden furniture in the room trembled slightly, the teacup on the table made a slight buzzing sound, and the tea in the cup created fine ripples.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from Lu Yu's forehead, his brows were furrowed, and it was obvious that he was at a critical moment of breakthrough.

The shadow of his Qilin martial spirit appeared faintly behind him, emitting a faint golden-red light, majestic and mysterious.

Finally, with a low muffled sound, Lu Yu suddenly opened his eyes, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

His soul power fluctuations suddenly subsided, and he became like a sword returning to its sheath, his aura restrained yet unfathomable. He let out a long breath, feeling the abundant power within his body, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

However, the next moment, his smile froze.

In his mind, the low voice of the Qilin remnant soul slowly sounded, with a hint of warning: "Lu Yu, although your soul power has broken through to level 72, you must not get carried away.

Your physical strength is now close to its limit, and that 30,000-year-old spirit ring has almost exhausted your endurance.

If you forcefully absorb spirit rings or spirit bones of a higher age, you may risk exploding."

When Lu Yu heard this, his expression froze and he turned his gaze to the Qilin shadow behind him.

The shadow's eyes were deep, as if they could see through his heart.

He lowered his head in thought, and the scene of his training at Shrek Academy many years ago emerged in his mind.

At that time, Zhao Wuji always had a stern face and forced him to undergo high-intensity physical training, and even went so far as to personally go down to compete with him.

Whenever he collapsed to the ground from exhaustion, Zhao Wuji's rough voice would always ring out like thunder: "A soul master's foundation lies in his physique! No matter how strong the soul power is, if the body can't keep up, it is just a mirage!"

At that time, he did not understand and thought that Zhao Wuji was too harsh. Now, thinking about it, he understands his teacher's good intentions.

"The absorption of spirit rings and spirit bones is ultimately limited by the body's endurance..."

Lu Yu muttered to himself, tapping his knees with his fingertips, and fell into deep thought.

His three spirit rings are all at the ten thousand year level, far exceeding the limit of spirit masters of the same level, but because of this, every breakthrough is more difficult than for others.

This time, absorbing the 30,000-year soul ring took several whole months, but only increased the soul power by one level.

This slow progress made him feel a little anxious.

He raised his head, his eyes firm, and whispered, "It seems that I have to find a way to improve my physical fitness.

Perhaps, finding the right herbs or secret methods can help the body improve further."

At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from outside the mansion, breaking the silence of the night.

Lu Yu frowned slightly, and the voice of the Qilin remnant soul sounded again, with a serious tone: "Boy, during the days you were in seclusion, the outside world has already become a mess.

The Wuhun Empire captured the city and almost all the defending generals were wiped out.

It is not advisable to stay here for long, leave as soon as possible."

Lu Yu's heart was shocked. He stood up suddenly and pushed open the door.

Outside the door, the night wind blew in with a faint smell of blood. In the distance, flames could be vaguely seen rising into the sky. The screams and the sounds of weapons clashing were intertwined, which was heart-wrenching.

Before he could think about it, he heard hurried footsteps outside the courtyard, accompanied by a familiar shout: "Lu Yu! Go!"

Lu Yu looked closely and saw Cheng Yufeng staggering into the yard, his clothes torn, his face as pale as paper, and his handsome face full of embarrassment.

There was a wound on his left arm so deep that the bone was visible. Blood dripped from his fingertips, forming scarlet flowers on the bluestone ground.

Following closely behind were several figures, all of them with fierce auras and evil smiles on their faces.

The leader was a dark-skinned middle-aged man with a burly figure. He did not conceal the fluctuations of his level 76 soul power, and his eyes were filled with indifference and disdain.

"Lu Yu! Be careful, these people are not easy to deal with!"

Cheng Yufeng gritted his teeth and shouted, with a hint of urgency in his voice.

The dark-skinned middle-aged man snorted coldly, his eyes swept over Lu Yu, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "Tsk, you are so young, but your soul power is not weak.

However, I advise you to mind your own business and get out of here!"

He obviously noticed that Lu Yu's soul power was not bad, but relying on his own higher level, he did not take Lu Yu seriously.

Several soul masters behind him also released their martial spirits, their soul rings shining brightly and their aura was overwhelming.

Lu Yu's eyes turned cold, but a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He slowly took a step forward, his soul power suddenly bursting out, and he shouted in a low voice: "Soul Skill, forced invasion!"

Before he finished speaking, the Qilin shadow behind him shook violently, and a golden-red light flew out from his palm, transforming into two robots with a gleaming metallic luster all over their bodies. They were about half a person's height, with strange shapes and red light flashing in their eyes.

The dark-skinned middle-aged man was stunned, with a strange look on his face, as if he didn't understand what this "summoned creature" meant.

What is its origin?

The next second, the two robots suddenly grew larger, turning into giant machines two meters high. They moved as fast as thunder and pounced on the dark-skinned middle-aged man.

"What the hell!"

The dark-skinned middle-aged man roared angrily, his soul ring lit up, and he smashed the robot hard with a heavy hammer in his hand.

However, his attack on the robot only caused a few sparks to fly, leaving no trace at all.

The robot was extremely fast and dodged attacks flexibly. At the same time, it waved its mechanical arms, making bursts of air-breaking sounds, forcing the dark-skinned middle-aged man to retreat again and again.

He roared to his companions, "Stop these monsters!"

The other soul masters rushed forward and tried to stop the robot, but were repelled by its strange power, and the scene suddenly fell into chaos.

Lu Yu took the opportunity to pull Cheng Yufeng and whispered, "Let's go!"

The two men quickly rushed out of the yard, and explosions were heard behind them. The battle between the robot and the dark-skinned middle-aged man was still going on.

Lu Yu's soul skill "Catastrophe Magnetic Field"

It started quietly, causing the surrounding metal objects to vibrate slightly, disrupting the pursuit of the soldiers.

The dark-skinned middle-aged man was entangled by the robot and couldn't get away. He could only watch Lu Yu and the other man disappear into the night, and he was so angry that he cursed.

A few hours later, Lu Yu and Cheng Yufeng stopped temporarily in a dense forest.

The night wind blew, the leaves rustled, and the air was filled with a faint smell of dampness.

Lu Yu confirmed that no one was chasing him, then he breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Cheng Yufeng.

The latter sat on a huge rock, staring blankly towards the distant city.

The flames lit up half the sky red, and the outline of the collapsed city wall was vaguely visible. The tragic atmosphere seemed to be blowing in through the night.

Cheng Yufeng's eyes were empty as he murmured, "Father... and those generals, they're all dead... but I escaped.

Am I useless? Am I a coward?

Lu Yu was silent for a moment, squatted down, and looked at Cheng Yufeng with complicated eyes.

He vaguely guessed that Cheng Yufeng's memory might have been disturbed in some way, otherwise, with his decisiveness in the past, he would never be so confused.

Lu Yu sighed softly, patted his shoulder, and whispered: "The fact that you can survive is already the greatest courage.

Besides, doesn't the voice in your head tell you not to die? Perhaps your family is still waiting for you."

Upon hearing this, a hint of confusion flashed in Cheng Yufeng's eyes, and he murmured, "My family... I seem to have forgotten where they are... but I know I can't die." (End of Chapter)