Douluo: I have too many clones

Chapter 836 Fu Xuan Makes His Move
"Excellent! As expected of the chosen one of our Spirit Pagoda!"

Qian Gu Dong Feng's voice was filled with excitement, his gaze fixed on Tang Wu Lin, who had been stopped. The slight unease he had felt earlier due to the sudden intervention of Qilin Douluo Tong Yu had now been completely dispelled by the joy of victory.

With a flick of his wrist, the Dragon Staff in his hand swept out with a whistling wind, the dragon patterns on the staff faintly shimmering, precisely intercepting the path of the Amorous Douluo—he absolutely could not allow the opponent to have a chance to support Tang Wulin, this was the key to turning the tide at the moment.

Despite a minor mishap, the Spirit Pagoda still holds the advantage as things stand.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, a duel involving personal grudges has already reached its climax.

The figures of Qian Gu Die Ting and Long Ye Yue, these two arch-enemies, intertwined amidst the energy fluctuations, vividly demonstrating the power gap between a quasi-god and a demigod.

"You old hag, the humiliation you inflicted on me back then, I will repay you in full today!"

Qian Gu Die Ting's roar reverberated through the air. Before he finished speaking, his soul power surged, and the Panlong Staff martial soul inherited by the Qian Gu clan shone brightly in his hand.

As the patriarch of the ancient clan, he was known as "the most explosive person on the continent" in his early years because of his unparalleled martial spirit characteristics, which were fierce and explosive, as well as his superb indomitable staff technique. Now, he is going all out, which shows his reputation to the extreme.

"Fight against heaven and earth!"

With a deafening roar, Qian Gu Die Ting poured all his soul power into the Panlong Staff. The staff instantly burst forth with blazing white light, and the dragon patterns carved on it seemed to be awakened, emitting deafening dragon roars.

A powerful and vast force, seemingly capable of forcing heaven and earth to submit, spread from the staff. The surrounding air was compressed and crackled, and even space itself seemed to distort at that moment.

Faced with this full-force attack from a quasi-god, Long Yeyue dared not be careless in the slightest.

Even though she was a veteran demigod who had been famous for many years, there was still an insurmountable gap between her and the quasi-god realm. Her eyes narrowed, and the light attribute soul power around her surged wildly, and a huge light holy dragon phantom slowly condensed and took shape behind her.

"hold head high--"

The phantom of the holy dragon roared to the sky, its roar piercing the clouds. A dense aura of light gathered like a tide, completely enveloping Long Yeyue's right hand. Fine white dragon scales covered it, radiating a sacred and majestic aura.

"Dragon King breaks the evil!"

Long Yeyue let out a low shout, and with a sudden burst of strength in his right arm, he unleashed the immense power of the Holy Light Dragon phantom and slammed it fiercely against the incoming Panlong Staff phantom.

"boom--"

Two terrifying forces collided in mid-air, and a deafening roar instantly resounded throughout the entire battlefield. The violent shockwaves exploded outwards as if they were tangible, cracking the ground with spiderweb-like patterns, and sending surrounding rocks and dust flying dozens of meters into the air.

The moment the light faded, the outcome of the battle was clear:
The phantom of the Holy Dragon of Light shattered inch by inch under the impact of the Coiling Dragon Staff. Long Yeyue's body was sent flying by the enormous force like a kite with a broken string. Her long robe was torn in several places by the sharp wind of the staff, and fine scars could be vaguely seen on her exposed skin. A trace of glaring blood slowly seeped from the corner of her mouth.

"Old hag, prepare to die!"

A ruthless glint flashed in Qian Gu Die Ting's eyes, giving his opponent no chance to breathe.

Taking advantage of Long Yeyue's unsteady stance and wide-open position, he stomped his foot in mid-air and shot out like an arrow. He raised his coiled dragon staff again, and with a loud cracking sound, swept it fiercely toward Long Yeyue's face.

This attack was delivered from a tricky angle and with tremendous force. If it landed, even with Long Yeyue's demigod physique, she would inevitably suffer severe injuries. At best, she would lose half of her teeth; at worst, her face would be damaged, leaving her disfigured.

Anyone with eyes can see that Qian Gu Die Ting's move was precisely to avenge the humiliation he suffered at the hands of Long Ye Yue back then. He deliberately chose such a humiliating attack method, determined to vent all the pent-up frustration of the past.

The tip of the Panlong Staff was only a fraction of a centimeter away from Long Yeyue's face, and the shadow of death had already quietly descended.

At this critical moment, a sharp and authoritative voice suddenly rang out: "Stop!"

Immediately afterwards, a tall figure burst onto the battlefield as if teleported.

The newcomer's eyes were bloodshot, and he was panting heavily. Although he had just arrived, he had already unleashed a terrifying pressure as vast as the ocean.

He swiftly reached out with his left hand and steadily pulled the staggering Long Yeyue into his arms, while his right hand unhesitatingly blocked the Panlong Staff, using his arm to directly face the attack of a quasi-god.

"boom--"

A dull thud rang out again as Qian Gu Die Ting's strike, imbued with all his soul power, landed squarely on the attacker's right arm.

"Hmph!" The newcomer let out a suppressed groan, his right arm deforming at a visible speed, and the sound of bones shattering could be faintly heard.

However, he seemed to feel no pain at all, his gaze fixed on Long Yeyue in his arms, his voice full of urgency and concern: "Yueyue, are you alright?"

This person was none other than Chen Xinjie, the Hall Master of the War God Temple and the Vast Ocean Douluo.

Long Yeyue leaned against Chen Xinjie's strong arm, feeling the familiar scent, a barely perceptible trace of longing and emotion flashing in her eyes.

But the next moment, she quickly came to her senses, struggled to break free from Chen Xinjie's embrace, and sneered, "Who told you to make a move! I can handle this myself, I don't need anyone else's help!"

Looking at her stubborn yet soft-hearted appearance, Chen Xinjie's eyes softened with a gentle smile, clearly having long been accustomed to the temperament of this "white moonlight."

He immediately went along with her words, saying, "Yes, yes, it was my own idea. With your strength, how many people in the world can do anything to you? Just now, I was just worried and lost my composure."

Upon hearing this, Long Yeyue's tense face relaxed slightly, and a faint smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of her mouth. Her tone also softened a bit: "You're smart to know what's good for you."

"It's natural."

Chen Xinjie looked into her eyes, his gaze softening. Just as he was about to say something more, he was abruptly interrupted by a voice filled with anger.

"Brother Chen! Today is a duel between my Spirit Pagoda and Shrek Academy. As the Lord of the War God Hall, why do you rashly interfere?"

Qian Gu Die Ting looked at the two elderly people in front of him, whose combined age was nearly six hundred years old, and they actually planned to put on a "twilight romance" in front of him. He immediately felt disgusted and sternly interrupted the atmosphere between the two.

Startled by Qian Gu Die Ting's shout, the two who were "gazing deeply into each other's eyes" were jolted awake from their reverie and realized that they were still on the battlefield.

The gentleness on Chen Xinjie's face vanished instantly, replaced by deep displeasure. He slowly turned his head to look at Qian Gu Die Ting, his eyes sharp as knives, and said in a deep voice:
"I'm not taking sides, but stopping this pointless farce. Everyone, stop!"

When he spoke his last sentence, Chen Xinjie deliberately mobilized all his soul power, enveloping his voice in soul power and spreading it across the entire battlefield.

In an instant, a furious roar containing the awe-inspiring spirit of a Limit Douluo resounded throughout the entire arena. Everyone who was fighting paused slightly, their soul power seemingly suppressed by this imposing aura, and they subconsciously stopped their attacks.

Immediately afterwards, the people from both sides quickly retreated and regrouped in their respective camps. The originally chaotic and fierce battlefield was temporarily calmed down after Chen Xinjie's angry shout.

Beneath this calm, however, an undercurrent of tension still simmered between their gazes, clearly indicating that this duel would not end so easily.

Suppressing his anger, Qian Gu Die Ting asked, "Brother Chen! What exactly do you mean by this?"

Chen Xinjie snorted coldly and said, "What do I mean? You might as well take a look at what you're doing. This is the center of the Federation's capital! A bunch of Limit Douluos are actually fighting here. Where do you think you're putting the Federation's reputation?"

"I'm taking action now for no other reason than hoping you'll give me face and leave! Whatever your grudges are, you can settle them another day in a secluded place."

Upon hearing these words, Qian Gu Die Ting's pupils suddenly contracted, and the last bit of hope in his heart vanished instantly—Chen Xin Jie was not there to mediate; he was clearly taking sides!
Ceasefire? What a joke!
The Spirit Pagoda had been planning this for a long time, taking advantage of the Federal Parliament's suspicion of the Tang Sect to set up this trap, trapping the core figures of the Tang Sect and Shrek Academy in the center of Mingdu.

At this moment, the Limit Douluo of the Spirit Pagoda had already tied down the enemy's main force, and the outer Dou Armor Master legion had formed an impenetrable encirclement, clearly holding the advantage firmly in their hands.

If we can capture Tang Wulin and his group at this moment, even if we only severely injure one or two of their core combatants, it will greatly weaken the Tang Sect and Shrek Academy.

At that time, the Spirit Pagoda will be able to firmly sit on the throne of the number one power on the continent, and may even be able to take this opportunity to demand more power from the Federation.

How could Chen Xinjie possibly hand over this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity with just a few words?

Qian Gu Die Ting said in a deep voice, "Brother Chen, what if I don't give you this face?"

He didn't want to offend Chen Xinjie, after all, Chen Xinjie represented the Federal War God Temple, and to antagonize the War God Temple was to be an enemy of the Federation.

But not wanting to offend doesn't mean he's afraid—the Spirit Pagoda has accumulated strength over hundreds of years, and its power is now vastly different from what it used to be; it's not someone to be trifled with.

Chen Xinjie glanced at Long Yeyue behind him and said with a determined look, "Then you'd better prepare to fight me."

"What! Chen Xinjie, are you serious?!"

Qian Gu Die Ting's face instantly darkened, and he even changed his address to Chen Xin Jie from "Brother Chen" to his full name.

He never expected that Chen Xinjie would be willing to break ties with the Spirit Pagoda for the sake of the Tang Sect and Shrek Academy. Once this Vast Ocean Douluo makes his move, the already tilted battle situation will be completely reversed, and the Spirit Pagoda's previous plans will all be in vain. Chen Xinjie didn't offer any further explanation, but simply nodded heavily, his tone still firm: "That's right, I always keep my word."

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Qian Gu Die Ting's forehead. He knew that with the current power of the Spirit Pagoda, it would be difficult to deal with the combined forces of Chen Xin Jie, Tang Sect, and Shrek Academy at the same time.

In a moment of desperation, he suddenly raised his head and looked up at the clouds above the square—where Yu Guanzhi's presence could be faintly seen.

He knew that although the more than 500 Battle Armor Masters were powerful, with Yu Guanzhi's strength and the divine weapon, they should have already finished cleaning up the battlefield and were secretly observing the situation below.

Qian Gu Die Ting shouted loudly towards the clouds, "Brother Yu! Are you just going to stand by and watch the federal capital descend into chaos? Please step forward and say a few words of advice to Brother Chen!"

He pinned his hopes on Yu Guanzhi, hoping that this important figure in the Federal military would stand on the side of the Spirit Pagoda, since the Spirit Pagoda and the Federal military had always cooperated.

"..."

However, there was complete silence above the clouds, with no response whatsoever.

Qian Gu Die Ting's heart sank little by little. He understood that Yu Guan Zhi intended to stay out of the matter and not get involved in this conflict.

Seeing the situation was turning bad, Qian Gu Dongfeng quickly turned his gaze to Fu Xuan on the platform and pleaded, "Niece Fu Xuan, what do you think..."

He knew that Fu Xuan was Yu Guanzhi's granddaughter and the next commander of the Central Army Corps, and perhaps her words could influence Yu Guanzhi's attitude.

However, Fu Xuan simply lowered his eyes slightly, his tone calm and without any ripples, as if he were merely stating a given fact: "The existence of the Temple of War is to maintain the stability of the Federation and its people."

"Master of the Ancient Tower, today the Spirit Pagoda has arbitrarily started a war with the Tang Clan and Shrek Academy in the core area of ​​Mingdu, causing panic among the people and damage to buildings. This matter has indeed gone too far."

She never glanced at Qian Gu Dong Feng once; her gaze remained fixed on the opposing forces in the arena.

As Yu Guanzhi's granddaughter, a core member of the War God Temple, and the future commander of the Central Legion, she will only act according to her own principles and will not show favoritism to anyone.

Just like Nan Fusheng's various proxies in the Federal Parliament, even if they come from the same lineage, they will have distinct stances due to their different factions, fighting for what they should fight for and blocking what they should block.

The identity of "Fu Xuan" might make her more tolerant of the Spirit Pagoda because of Fors, but fundamentally, she always prioritizes the overall interests of the Federation.

She paused and continued:
"In this matter, the Spirit Pagoda was wrong to start the war without authorization, and Shrek Academy was also wrong to rashly get involved in the conflict. Now that the Vast Ocean Douluo has spoken up to mediate, I will naturally give you face and let the remaining Shrek Academy members leave."

Upon hearing this, Chen Xinjie's tense body relaxed slightly. In his view, behind Fu Xuan's attitude must lie Yu Guanzhi's tacit approval—as long as the Shrek Academy members could be protected, there was still room for maneuver.

"but……"

But at that moment, Fu Xuan's tone suddenly changed, his orange-gold pupils snapped up, and he precisely locked onto Cao Dezhi, Zang Xin, and Tang Wulin. The calmness in his tone was replaced by a hint of coldness:
"Shrek Academy is innocent, but the Tang Sect is a traitorous organization. This is a fact that the Federal Parliament has already concluded, and there is no doubt about it."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it exploded like a thunderclap in everyone's ears, instantly freezing the previously relaxed atmosphere and filling the room with a chilling aura once again.

“Today, I can let the Shrek Academy members leave. But Tang Wulin, the leader of the Tang Clan, and the rest of the core members of the Tang Clan, will stay—you will need to explain to the people of the Federation for your actions of obstructing the Federation fleet and your suspected treason.”

"We, the Tang Clan, are absolutely not a traitorous organization!"

Tang Wulin took a step forward and retorted, "For the past 20,000 years, the Tang Sect has protected the continent and resisted evil soul masters, making countless contributions to the Federation! Yes, I admit that we blocked the Federation fleet's attack, but there were reasons for that."

"The fleet's target is the Star Luo Empire. Once the two countries go to war, the continent will be engulfed in flames, and the people will be displaced. The only ones who will rejoice are the evil spirit masters of the Holy Spirit Cult who live in the shadows, and those despicable villains who attempt to overthrow the continent's order!"

Fu Xuan didn't even lift his eyelids, his tone full of impatience: "I don't want to hear your arguments. Whatever explanation you have, wait until you're in the federal prison and face the judge. Guards, arrest them."

Before the words were even finished, the War God Temple mechs that had been waiting around moved—dozens of all-black mechs marched with heavy steps, their energy cannons slowly charging, aiming at Tang Wulin and his group, forming a new encirclement.

"Let's see who dares to take action!"

Chen Xinjie whirled around, unleashing the immense power of the ocean around him. Like an enraged lion, his fur standing on end, he roared at the mechs, "In the name of the Lord of the Temple of War, I order you to lay down your weapons and retreat immediately!"

"..."

However, the mechs remained completely still.

These mecha pilots and battle armor masters who were mobilized were mostly selected and promoted from the Mingdu Garrison and the Central Army Corps. They were directly under the command of Yu Guanzhi and belonged to the core force of Yu Guanzhi's faction. They had no connection with Shrek Academy or Tang Sect.

In their eyes, Fu Xuan's orders carried far more weight than Chen Xinjie's "nominal temple master".

The atmosphere in the arena plummeted to freezing point. Tang Wulin and the others gripped their weapons tightly, ready to fight at any moment.

Fu Xuan looked at Chen Xinjie, who was blocking Shrek Academy, and asked calmly, "Palace Master, are you trying to obstruct the Temple of War from capturing federal criminals?"

"..." Chen Xinjie didn't speak, but his actions of standing in front of Shrek Academy and his group clearly showed his attitude.

"There's really no way."

Fu Xuan shook her head slightly, her tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible helplessness. She lifted her foot, the tip of her cloud-patterned high heels lightly touching the ground without making a sound, while her whole body floated up slowly like a feather.

Her long, tied-up hair fluttered gently in the breeze, and the hem of her clothes swayed slightly with her movements. Despite being a young girl, she exuded a composure and a sense of authority far beyond her years.

"Since the Palace Master insists on obstructing us, then I have no choice but to take action myself."

"you?"

Chen Xinjie suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with surprise, and even the soul power surging around him paused for a moment.

He looked Fu Xuan up and down as she floated in the air. This young woman, who was only in her early twenties, had a noble status—Yu Guanzhi's granddaughter and the next commander of the Central Legion—but in the eyes of others, she had never shown any strength that was enough to contend with a Limit Douluo.

Not only Chen Xinjie, but everyone in the room showed a look of surprise.

How dare a girl who hasn't even truly taken command of a legion intervene in a battle at the Limit Douluo level? Is she a peerless genius with extraordinary talent like the Silver Dragon Princess Gu Yuena, or is she simply bluffing under Yu Guanzhi's protection?

Just as everyone was wondering, a lazy and casual voice suddenly rang out, breaking the silence: "Count me in for something this fun."

Before he could finish speaking, a silver light flashed by, like a shooting star streaking across the sky. When the light faded, a woman in a long silver dress appeared beside Fu Xuan.

She had jet-black hair, and her dark pupils seemed to hold an endless starry sky. A nonchalant smile played on her lips. It was Fors.

"Humph--"

Upon seeing Fors's figure, a cold snort immediately rang out from the Shrek Academy camp, and Long Yeyue's face darkened instantly. She stared intently at Fors, her eyes filled with anger.

Back then, seeing Fors's exceptional talent, she intended to take him as a disciple and teach him diligently, but he instead became the disciple of Qian Gu Qingfeng of the Spirit Pagoda. Now, to make matters worse, he actually took the initiative to stand up and intend to become an enemy of Shrek Academy.

"What an ingrate!"

Long Yeyue said through gritted teeth, her voice not loud, but loud enough for everyone present to hear clearly.

When Fors heard this, the smile on his lips remained unchanged, but he did not refute it. He simply shrugged lightly, as if he did not take the rebuke to heart.

"what ever."

Fu Xuan turned his head and glanced at Fors, his tone still calm: "I will only deal with the Tang Clan members. As for the rest, you can deal with them yourselves."

Her words clearly defined the objectives, stating both her own position and giving clear instructions to the Spirit Pagoda and Fors.

“Okay.” Qian Gu Dong Feng responded almost without hesitation.

Although he still had doubts about Fu Xuan's combat strength, he knew very well that Fu Xuan was, after all, Yu Guanzhi's granddaughter, and that the Central Army Commander was currently hovering high in the sky, secretly watching the situation below.

If Fu Xuan suffers any mishap in the battle, Yu Guanzhi will surely come to his aid. At that time, the Spirit Pagoda will be able to use Yu Guanzhi's power to completely defeat the Tang Clan.

No sooner had Qian Gu Dong Feng finished speaking than a sharp shout suddenly rang out amidst the chaos: "Go!"

No one knows who gave the order, but it acted as a fuse, instantly igniting the flames of war on the field.

(End of this chapter)