Douluo: I have too many clones

Chapter 834 The Map of Mountains and Rivers

Inside the Mingdu Grand Gymnasium.

At this moment, hundreds of powerful warriors at the level of two-word battle armor masters or above have gathered here to confront each other.

Above the stadium, hundreds of mechs, at least purple level, were distributed around the area, with three god-level mechs leading the way, sealing off the entire sky.

The stands, which should have been bustling with noise, were now completely silent.

Thousands of spectators gripped their clothes tightly, barely daring to breathe. Many had cold sweat beading on their foreheads, their eyes darting back and forth between the battle armor masters confronting each other below and the mechs in the air, filled with fear.

"Oh my god... what is going on? Is it a terrorist attack?" A young audience member's voice trembled, and the person next to him quickly covered his mouth.

Everyone knows that if a conflict breaks out here, no matter which side wins, these unarmed ordinary people will be the first to suffer collateral damage.

Even a wisp of soul power released during a battle by a Battle Armor Master can be fatal to an ordinary person with no foundation in soul power.

Long Yeyue stood at the forefront of the Shrek and Tang Sect camps. Although she was old, she was still upright. Her cane tapped the ground lightly, making a crisp sound.

She raised her head, her gaze sweeping over the battle armorers and mechs belonging to the Temple of War in the air, her voice loud and clear, tinged with heartache:

"Many of you graduated from Shrek Academy! Have you all forgotten the spirit of Shrek? Have you forgotten the belief of 'never giving up and upholding justice' that the academy taught you?"

"..." However, only silence responded to her.

The War God Temple warriors in the sky remained expressionless, their battle armor gleaming coldly without wavering.

The hovering mechs slowly turned their cannons, the dark muzzles precisely aimed at Long Yeyue and her group. The cold metal instruments silently declared their stance—to obstruct and never back down.

"Good good!"

Long Yeyue said "good" three times in a row, her aged face showing obvious anger, her wrinkles taut with emotion. "It's true what they say, when the wall falls, everyone pushes it down! I never thought that our Shrek Academy's 20,000-year heritage would produce such ungrateful wretches!"

"Have you forgotten who has been protecting the peace of Douluo Continent for the past 20,000 years? Who stepped forward when the Soul Master world was in danger?"

Her voice grew increasingly impassioned, echoing throughout the entire stadium: "Without Shrek Academy, there would be no stable situation in the Soul Master world today! Twenty thousand years ago, if it weren't for the valiant resistance of Shrek's ancestors, the Soul Master world would have long since become slaves of the Spirit Hall!"

"Later, when the Sun Moon Continent invaded, if it weren't for the joint efforts of Shrek Academy and Tang Sect, the heritage of Douluo Continent would have been completely eroded by foreign forces long ago! It was Shrek Academy and Tang Sect that preserved this tradition with their blood and strength."

"It is Shrek City that has maintained the balance of the continent through countless turbulent years! More than a third of the people in your Temple of War are graduates of Shrek Academy. Has the glory that belongs to Shrek in your hearts been eaten by dogs long ago?!"

These words were firm and resounding, but the mech pilots in the air still did not respond. They controlled their mechs, keeping them firmly in place, with the cannons always pointed downwards.

The three god-level mechs turned the energy cannons to their brightest setting, with pale purple energy gathering at the muzzle, their intimidating presence unmistakable.

Long Yeyue, who was giving a passionate speech, turned pale and then red upon seeing this scene.

She originally thought that Shrek's glory could awaken the conscience of some members of the Temple of War, but the scene before her made her feel like a clown standing in the center of a stage, and all her words were just a useless monologue.

She snorted coldly, suppressing the humiliation in her heart, her voice carrying an undeniable force: "Now, we're leaving here—everyone from Shrek Academy and Tang Sect, come with me! I want to see who dares to stop us today!"

Long Yeyue's confidence did not come from nowhere. She knew that the Mingdu Stadium was located in the city center and was surrounded by a large number of ordinary people. No matter how tough the War God Temple was, it would never dare to open fire in such a place.

So she straightened her back, raised her head again, and prepared to lead everyone to break through the blockade as a victor.

"Why are you doing this?" Just then, a weary sigh rang out.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a tall and imposing figure slowly descending from the sky, landing not far in front of Long Yeyue.

He was tall and imposing, with an aura as deep and unfathomable as a prison. He was none other than Chen Xinjie, the Hall Master of the War God Temple and the Vast Ocean Douluo.

"You want to stop me?" Long Yeyue looked up at him, her tone carrying a hint of arrogance.

Chen Xinjie slowly shook his head, his eyes filled with a complex expression: "We're all practically half-buried already, why should we cause more people to suffer because of these disputes?"

"If you don't want to block my way, then get out of my way!" Long Yeyue said ruthlessly, her tone icy. Everyone present was stunned—everyone knew that Chen Xinjie, the Vast Ocean Douluo, was known for his domineering and unyielding nature, holding an extremely high position within the Federation, and no one had ever dared to speak to him like this. Surprisingly, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Chen Xinjie actually took a step back, clearing the way for him.

"Brother Chen! You mustn't!" Qian Gu Die Ting from the Spirit Pagoda's side hurriedly spoke, his tone full of urgency, "If we let them leave, the Spirit Pagoda's plans with the Federation..."

Chen Xinjie glanced coldly at Qian Gu Dieting, his voice carrying an undeniable authority: "More than a third of the members of the War God Temple graduated from Shrek Academy. Do you want me to force them to attack their alma mater and incur public wrath? Or do you want to start a war here and make the people of Mingdu pay for your ambitions?"

Qian Gu Die Ting was taken aback by these words. He opened his mouth, but could no longer utter a rebuttal.

Chen Xinjie ignored him, raised his head, and glanced at the War God Temple mechs and Battle Armor Masters in the air. He said in a deep voice, "Let them go." With that, he waved his hand in the air, signaling for them to leave.

However, the War God Temple mech in the air remained motionless, maintaining its blockade posture, its cold cannons always pointed downwards.

Chen Xinjie's face instantly turned ugly. He raised his voice and shouted angrily, "What? Do you want to rebel? I, as the Lord of the Temple of War, order you to get out of the way immediately!"

"..." He was met with silence once again.

The mech's sensors flashed with mechanical light, as if silently defying the temple master's orders.

Just as the atmosphere reached another impasse, a clear and authoritative female voice suddenly rang out, breaking the silence: "Palace Master, there's no need to make things difficult for them. They are just following orders."

"Click! Click!"

The crisp sound of footsteps echoed in the stadium, each step seeming to tread on the hearts of everyone present.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Fu Xuan slowly walking out from the stage. She was wearing a purple dress and gold cloud-patterned high heels that made a rhythmic sound on the ground, which contrasted sharply with the tense atmosphere around her.

"It's her, Yu Guanzhi's granddaughter."

Chen Xinjie's pupils suddenly contracted, and he instantly recognized the newcomer's identity.

He immediately stepped forward, his tone laced with a hint of reprimand: "Nonsense! This is the center of Mingdu. Do you want to start a war here and have countless innocent civilians die with it? Get them out of the way!"

Fu Xuan glanced at Chen Xinjie, seemingly oblivious to the palace master's anger and ignoring the warning in his words.

She slowly raised her hand, flipped her palm, and a golden token appeared in her hand.

The front of the token is engraved with a blazing sun, while the back is inscribed with a crescent moon. The intertwined sun and moon patterns exude an awe-inspiring aura of authority—this is the supreme command token of the Federal Central Legion, symbolizing absolute power over the Federation's military forces.

Fu Xuan raised the token, his voice carrying throughout the entire stadium through his soul power, each word clearly reaching everyone's ears:

"Attention, members of the Temple of War! The traitorous organizations Tang Sect and Shrek Academy have instigated disturbances, intending to disrupt the social order of the Federation and undermine the stability of the continent! In my capacity as the next commander of the Central Legion, I order you to take them all down without fail!"

After speaking, she turned her gaze to the Tang Sect and Shrek Academy members, her tone carrying an undeniable warning:

"If you obediently surrender and accept the punishment of federal law, I can apply to the federal government for leniency; but if you insist on resisting, then your crime will be compounded!"

"Even if you manage to escape today, you will become the Federation's most wanted criminals in the future, and you will never have a peaceful day! I hope you can think rationally about which is more important."

"..." However, Fu Xuan's threat had no effect.

The warriors of Tang Sect and Shrek Academy stood tall and firm behind Long Yeyue, their backs straight. Since they dared to stand up, they must have been mentally prepared.

"What a sharp-tongued little girl!"

Long Yeyue slammed her cane heavily on the ground, making a dull thud, and a mocking smile appeared on her aged face:

"You weren't even born when Shrek Academy was fighting tooth and nail to protect the peace of the continent! Do you think you can sway our beliefs with these sweet words?"

Her voice grew increasingly impassioned, carrying a power that pierced the heart:

"If you want to condemn someone, you can always find a pretext! Shrek Academy never causes trouble, but we are never afraid of trouble! Since the Federation has chosen to collude with the Spirit Pagoda and suppress justice, then don't blame Shrek Academy for rising up in resistance!"

"Little monsters!"

Long Yeyue whirled around, looking at the Shrek Academy students behind her, her eyes blazing with fervent light: "Today, we'll show these people what Shrek's monsters are! The glory of Shrek Academy will not be allowed to be tarnished by anyone! For Shrek!"

"For Shrek!"

"For Shrek!"

"For Shrek!" Hundreds of battle armor masters shouted in unison, their voices echoing like thunder in the stadium, shaking the dust off the roof.

"Shut up!" Fu Xuan's beautiful brows furrowed slightly, a hint of impatience flashing in her eyes. The purple magic eye on her forehead suddenly lit up, a talent skill belonging to the Imperial Auspicious Beast.

"Snapped!"

Without any warning, a crisp slap suddenly rang out, instantly drowning out all the shouts.

All eyes were focused on Long Yeyue's right cheek—where an incredibly glaring red handprint was rapidly appearing, so clear it seemed to be branded into her skin.

Chen Xinjie was stunned, Cao Dezhi was stunned, and the battle armor masters from Tang Sect and Shrek Academy stopped shouting; even the group from the Spirit Pagoda on the opposite side was stunned.

Long Yeyue herself was stunned. She stood there blankly until a burning pain shot through her face, and only then did she slowly come to her senses—she, Long Yeyue, an elder of Shrek Academy, had actually been slapped in the face in front of everyone!

"It's you!"

Long Yeyue's gaze was like a poisoned blade, fixed on Fu Xuan. Her aged voice became sharp and piercing with extreme anger, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between her teeth: "It was you, you little brat, who did this, wasn't it!"

Although I didn't see what happened, the most suspicious person at the scene is this pink-haired girl in front of me!
Anger erupted in her heart like a volcano. Long Yeyue didn't even bother to think deeply about how Fu Xuan, who was at least ten feet away from her, managed to slap her right under the noses of Chen Xinjie and Cao Dezhi, two quasi-gods.

"hold head high--"

The Holy Dragon Martial Soul of Light appeared. At this moment, Long Yeyue had only one thought in her mind—to tear apart the provocateur in front of her and regain the dignity that belonged to the Shrek elders!

As for the chain reaction that would be triggered after she took action, and how many innocent people would be put in danger, she had long since forgotten about it.

"Old hag, you want to attack the guests of the Spirit Pagoda? Do you think I'm dead?!"

Just as the oppressive aura of the Holy Dragon of Light was about to engulf Fu Xuan, Qian Gu Die Ting's cold snort suddenly rang out. A flash of light appeared in his hand, and the Coiled Dragon Staff materialized. The dragon patterns carved on the staff seemed to come alive, emitting a deep hum with his movements.

With a flick of his wrist, Qian Gu Die Ting unleashed the Panlong Staff, which swept out with a whooshing sound. The fierce wind was aimed directly at Long Ye Yue's face, forcefully blocking the oppressive aura of the Holy Light Dragon.

"clang!"

Long Yeyue reacted with lightning speed, instantly raising her cane to block the impact and colliding heavily with the Panlong Staff. The sound of metal clashing was deafening, and the two powerful soul energies collided, forming a visible energy ripple that spread outwards.

Seeing that Long Yeyue was entangled in a fierce battle, the ruthless Douluo Cao Dezhi immediately went to his aid.

However, a chilling aura suddenly swept in from the side. He instinctively dodged to the side, only to see a purgatory halberd burning with black flames graz his shoulder, the flames at the tip scorching and distorting the air.

Cao Dezhi looked up and saw Qian Gu Qingfeng standing not far away, holding the Purgatory Halberd, with a cold smile on his face: "Cao Dezhi, your opponent is me!"

At the same time, Qian Gu Dong Feng also moved. He flashed and stood in front of Duo Qing Douluo Zang Xin, the Dragon-Coiling Staff in his hand emitting bursts of dragon roars.

Ya Li wanted to provide support, but she was locked onto by Xia Zheng Leng on the other side and dared not make any rash moves.

……

"kill!!!"

The atmosphere at the scene exploded as Long Yeyue and Qian Gu Die Ting clashed.

The battle armor masters from Tang Sect and Shrek Academy could no longer contain themselves and unleashed their soul power, causing their battle armor to shine with dazzling light.

More than 500 experts, all at least two-word Battle Armor Masters, attacked simultaneously. Their overwhelming aura swept across the entire arena like a tsunami, and the scattered energy fluctuations even caused the space in the stadium to subtly distort, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

The War God Temple mechs in the air reacted immediately, their energy cannons flashing with blinding light.

"It's over...they've really started fighting!"

The ordinary people in the stands looked at the scene before them, their faces drained of color, and despair overwhelmed them like a tidal wave.

Chen Xinjie's face turned extremely ugly as he watched the impending melee unfold before him. He wanted to stop it, but he didn't know which side to help.

Is this what you wanted to see?

Chen Xinjie abruptly turned to look at Fu Xuan, his voice filled with suppressed anger, "There are tens of thousands of ordinary people inside the Mingdu Grand Stadium. If there are mass casualties, even if you are Yu Guanzhi's granddaughter, you will not be able to escape responsibility! Federal law and the justice of the continent will not let you off the hook!"

However, Fu Xuan merely glanced at him indifferently, his tone calm and undisturbed: "That's none of the concern of the Vast Ocean Douluo. Since I dared to plan this operation, I am naturally fully confident that no innocent bystanders will be affected."

After she finished speaking, she slowly raised her head, her gaze fixed on the dome of the stadium, and her voice suddenly rose: "Grandpa, it's time to make your move."

"What?" Chen Xinjie's pupils suddenly contracted, and a strong sense of unease surged in his heart.

He followed Fu Xuan's gaze to the sky, and saw that the dome, which had been covered by the mecha, suddenly rippled with a strange light—it was not the light of a collision of soul power, but a strange luster that seemed to distort space.

The next second, a powerful and majestic voice came from the sky, resounding throughout the entire Ming capital like thunder: "Good! Map of Mountains and Rivers, open!"

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"

As the sound faded, the sky above the stadium suddenly began to distort violently, like a giant canvas being torn up by a gale, constantly folding and unfolding.

The howling wind came from high above, carrying an indescribable suction force that made everyone present feel a chill.

The spectators in the stands looked up in horror, only to see the faint phantom images of mountains, rivers, the sun, the moon, and stars emerging in the distorted sky, as if a magnificent painting had come to life and was slowly unfolding.

"That's a divine artifact, the Map of Mountains and Rivers!" Chen Xinjie stared at the scroll in the air, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief. As the master of the Temple of War God, he had seen records of this divine artifact in ancient books.

Map of mountains and rivers and the country!
The Yu family's top-tier artifact, passed down for thousands of years, can seal enemies within a painting. The painting itself forms a small, illusory plane, and the holder can manipulate the elements within to launch a devastating attack on the sealed individual.

He never expected that Yu Guanzhi would suddenly appear here and use such a domineering artifact!
Just as Chen Xinjie was surprised, a huge suction force burst out from the painting in the sky.

The Tang Sect and Shrek Academy warriors, who were preparing to fight the mechs, were the first to feel the suction force—their soul power seemed to be forcibly pulled, their battle armor's flight function instantly failed, and their bodies flew uncontrollably into the sky.

"what!!!"

Terrified screams rose and fell.

A Shrek-class battle armor master desperately activated the flight ability of his battle armor, trying to break free from the suction force, only to find that the energy of the battle armor was instantly absorbed the moment it came into contact with the illusory image of the scroll.

He watched helplessly as he rose further and further from the ground, getting closer and closer to that horrifying painting, his eyes filled with despair.

What's even more shocking is that this suction force seems to possess the most precise "consciousness," only affecting the members of the Tang Sect and Shrek Academy.

The War God Temple Battle Armor Masters and Spirit Pagoda experts, who were right next to each other, were completely unaffected and could even clearly see the disheveled appearance of the person opposite them being forcibly pulled.

In just a few breaths, more than five hundred powerful warriors, whose minimum rank was two-word Battle Armor Master, were completely controlled by this suction force.

Some tried to unleash their soul skills to resist, while others pulled at each other in an attempt to support one another, but they were all like moths drawn to a flame, firmly locked in by the pull of the painting.

In the end, no one could break free—five hundred figures, like kites with broken strings, were sucked one after another into the landscape painting high in the sky, disappearing into the illusory image of mountains and rivers.

If you look out from the outside of the Mingdu Gymnasium, you can see a breathtaking sight: a huge scroll covering half the sky is suspended above the gymnasium, with light and shadow flowing in the scroll, and figures are constantly being sucked into it, like prey being devoured by a giant beast.

Beneath the painting, the stadium's outline appears exceptionally small in the setting sun, as if it might be completely enveloped by this magical scroll at any moment.

"Everyone be quiet!"

Yu Guanzhi's figure suddenly appeared at the edge of the painting, and his voice spread below through his soul power: "Today's events are just a surprise attack by the War God Temple against the traitorous organizations Tang Sect and Shrek Academy."

“Unrelated civilians need not panic. As long as they remain calm, they can leave in an orderly manner after the operation is over. I, Yu Guanzhi, as the commander of the Central Army Corps, guarantee that no one will be injured as a result!”

He paused, then turned his gaze to the members of the Temple of War below, his tone suddenly becoming stern: "Temporary members of the Temple of War, listen to my command! Immediately maintain order at the scene, seal off all entrances and exits, and strictly prohibit anyone from leaving without authorization! Anyone who attempts to disrupt order or incite the public will be executed without mercy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Guanzhi's figure seemed to merge into the water, slowly disappearing into the landscape painting and vanishing from sight.

Everyone knew that even with the use of divine artifacts, completely eliminating five hundred powerful warriors at the level of two-word battle armor masters would be no easy task—Yu Guanzhi had to personally enter the painting's dimension to ensure absolute success.

The stadium fell into a deathly silence. The fierce battle that had just taken place vanished without a trace, leaving only the messy traces of the battle on the ground and the still-floating landscape painting in the sky.

The spectators in the stands looked at each other, their faces filled with relief at surviving the ordeal. They had witnessed the annihilation of five hundred top experts, seen the terror of the divine artifact, and knew that this turmoil would not end there.

Long Yeyue and the others, who were locked in a fierce battle with Qian Gu Die Ting, suddenly changed their expressions, realizing that the situation seemed to be really bad.

(PS: The Star Luo Empire has a divine artifact called the Vajra Bracelet, so it's reasonable for the Yu family to have the Map of Mountains and Rivers.)
(End of this chapter)