Douluo: Starting from the Nine-Curved Vine Dragon

Chapter 420 The Art of Provocation

"Hmph, you're smart to know what's good for you."

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King snorted coldly, and a huge column of water shot out from the blowhole on its head, reaching a height of tens of meters. It was a spectacular sight, but unfortunately, no one was there to appreciate it.

"I've wasted so much time, I need to hurry and spread the faith to my master."

With that thought in mind, its body, which was above the sea surface, immediately sank into the water and headed towards a new sea area.

In the previous month, it had already traversed one-fifth of the entire ocean area.

The owner gave it six months. It completed one-fifth of the task in a month. If it continues at this pace, it will only take five months to complete the task, and there will still be one month to deal with any unexpected situations in spreading the faith.

"Although there is plenty of time, the faster the task is completed, the better the performance will be."

"The better my mission performance, the sooner I will receive the Sea God's divine position from my master."

"Hehehe, oh well, I shouldn't get distracted. Getting the task done quickly is the only way to go."

In the deep sea, the Deep Sea Demon Whale King suddenly increased its swimming speed.

……

half a month later.

The area in the central part of the continent, between the border fortresses of the two great empires, has become a veritable hell on earth.

In the past two weeks, countless battles, large and small, have broken out.

Countless soldiers sacrificed their lives and were wounded on the battlefield. Their blood fell on the battlefield, turning the originally yellowish-brown soil and gravel into a deathly desert of dark red and blackish-red.

During this process, the inheritors of the gods from both sides also joined the battle one after another.

Even for inheritors of divine power, once their cultivation reaches the Soul Saint level, their cultivation speed will noticeably decline.

Without the first-generation soul bone (referring to a soul bone produced from a soul beast but not yet absorbed by a soul master, leaving residual soul power), and with limited soul power cultivation speed, fighting on the extremely dangerous battlefield can effectively squeeze out potential and increase the speed of soul power cultivation.

Of course, neither of the two factions forced their own divine inheritors to join the battle; it was all voluntary. They could go if they wanted to, and not go if they didn't.

Xingluo Fortress, military camp.

Having just finished a small-scale battle, Davis, returning from the battlefield covered in blood, deliberately took a detour, passing by the camp where Dai Mubai was staying.

"His Highness the Crown Prince is truly brave and extraordinary. He actually withstood the attacks of two Soul Saints and killed a Soul Emperor. He deserves to be the most outstanding prince of this generation."

Behind Davis was a young man of similar age, who, judging from his appearance, was the captain of the Star Luo Royal Second Team in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament.

Having been planted with the heart of judgment, he, like the seahorse and Salas, became the most loyal servant of the master of the Libra of Judgment.

Ever since he received the mission to lure Davis into killing Dai Mubai, he has been whispering in Davis's ear from time to time.

This time, he deliberately took a detour to show off in front of Dai Mubai's tent, which was also a provocation tactic he devised.

"I wonder if His Highness the Third Prince would be as valiant as His Highness the First Prince if he went to the battlefield."

"What are you saying?" Davis asked, deliberately raising his voice.

“My third brother has never been to the battlefield to fight, because he is afraid that the swords on the battlefield have no eyes and he might lose his life by accident. That’s why he has been hiding in the military camp to cultivate. Although cultivation is slow, it is safer, isn’t it?” “Besides, it’s not just my third brother. Her Highness the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall and Elder Yu have also never set foot on the battlefield to fight.”

"Her Highness the Holy Maiden is not only a woman, but also of noble status, so it is understandable that she does not set foot on the battlefield. As for Elder Yu, it is probably because His Holiness the Pope is afraid that he will get hurt, which is why he does not let him go. It is certainly not because Elder Yu is afraid of death."

"After all, although Elder Yu and my third brother are both men, there are differences between men. Just like me and my third brother, although we were both born to the same father, we were born to different mothers, which resulted in one of us being brave and the other being a coward."

“His Highness is right,” the accompanying man chimed in, expertly flattering him.
“You are not only the legitimate son, but also the eldest son of the emperor, while the third prince is merely a son born out of wedlock. How can he be compared to you?”

"..."

Davis and his group kept talking for quite a while before walking away.

Dai Mubai, inside the tent, only emerged with an extremely gloomy expression after he could no longer hear the sounds outside.

The divine position he inherited was Jealousy. His already prone-to-jealous nature was amplified by the inheritance of the God of Jealousy, perhaps by more than two or three times, maybe even ten times.

Is Dai Mubai afraid of death? Of course he is.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have abandoned his fiancée back then because he felt he couldn't compete with Davis, and instead fled the Star Luo Empire, indulging in a life of pleasure and debauchery.

However, this fear of death is not insurmountable. Just like enough jealousy, Dai Mubai could choose to risk stepping onto the battlefield, just to prove that he was no worse than Davis.

"You're so smug just because you killed a Soul Emperor. Wait until I kill a Soul Saint next time, and you'll see who is the most outstanding among the Star Luo Princes of this generation."

In the shadows, a middle-aged man dressed as a patrol soldier stood behind Dai Mubai and witnessed the whole thing, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"His Highness the Crown Prince is indeed a brilliant strategist; the fish has taken the bait!"

……

The next morning.

A new round of small-scale wars is about to begin.

Large-scale battles usually occur every five days. The last large-scale war was just two days ago, and even if there are intervals or changes, it won't happen today.

After all, survivors of a large-scale war need sufficient time to recuperate.

Therefore, Dai Mubai, who was certain that this was a small-scale war, appeared in the ranks of the Soul Master Legion early on.

According to the unspoken rules, small-scale battles would not produce Soul Douluo or higher-level powerhouses; Soul Saints were the strongest group on this battlefield.

Dai Mubai believed that his strength was more than enough to protect himself in the battlefield where Soul Saints were the strongest fighters. He wouldn't say he could kill everyone in the battlefield.

A few minutes later, Davis arrived late, surrounded by a group of people. He only glanced at the group before spotting the conspicuous blond hair in the Soul Master Legion.

"Third brother, third brother, you are so impatient. If you hadn't been lucky enough to inherit the divine position, you would not have been qualified to compete with me for the position of crown prince."

"If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have been so lenient and let you go the year you ran away, which led to this terrible mistake today."

"But it's not too late now, today is your death day!"

Davis recalled the days when Dai Mubai crippled his cultivation. If he hadn't obtained the Life Essence and been reborn, he would be a cripple now.

Therefore, his gaze toward Dai Mubai became increasingly fierce.

(End of this chapter)