Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 384 Heavenly Battle Running Training! Punishing the Peeping Tom, Sea God!
Five days later, Yu Xiaogang followed the soldiers who were leading the way and entered the area of ​​the central command tent.

The days of living in the open and living in fear had made his already haggard face look even more disheveled.

Only those eyes, upon entering this heavily fortified military camp, unusually gleamed with an almost morbid longing.

Just then, the curtain of the commander's tent was suddenly flung open!

To everyone's surprise, the first to rush out was the supervising prince—His Highness Avalanche!
Avalanche strode forward, completely ignoring the astonished, puzzled, and even disapproving looks from the veteran generals behind him.

"Master! You've finally arrived!"

The sound of the avalanche suddenly rose in pitch, carrying a deliberately created excitement that instantly attracted the attention of all the generals and personal guards around.

Yu Xiaogang was completely bewildered by this scene, so flattered that he was at a loss for what to do, his mouth agape for a long time without being able to utter a single complete syllable.

He had anticipated all sorts of cold treatment and difficulties, but he never expected that His Highness the Prince would personally come out to greet him, and in such a... enthusiastic manner?
The avalanche gave Yu Xiaogang no time to react. He whirled around, facing all the alarmed generals and officers outside the tent, and announced in an almost roaring voice:
"Have you not heard that whoever obtains the master will rule the world! From this day forward, Master Yu will be the foremost strategist in our army! He will be responsible for guiding the cultivation of all Soul Masters and formulating Soul Master combat strategies! Whatever the master says is as if it were my personal order, and no one shall disobey! Anyone who disobeys will be punished according to military law!"

These words were like a boulder thrown into stagnant water, instantly stirring up huge waves among the generals.

The crowd looked at each other, their faces filled with disbelief and absurdity.

This "master" who looks like he could be blown away by the wind and whose soul power fluctuations are so weak that they can be almost ignored?
Guiding Soul Masters in their cultivation? Formulating battle strategies?
Is Your Highness under too much pressure and has lost your mind?

However, Avalanche didn't care about those questioning looks at all.

This is exactly the effect he wants. He desperately needs a sufficiently "obvious" target to divert attention and take the blame for the risks and infamy that follow.

Yu Xiaogang stood there, listening to Xue Beng's assessment that "whoever obtains the master obtains the world," and looking at the high-ranking generals around him, all of whom were staring at him because of the prince's words. An unprecedented surge of heat rushed to the top of his head, dispelling all his fear and humility!
A true talent scout! This is a real talent scout!

Yu Xiaogang has wasted half his life, suffering countless scornful looks. His theories are ignored in the world of Soul Masters. Today, finally... finally, he has met a wise master who appreciates his talent!

Excitement, elation, and a bittersweet feeling of triumph overwhelmed him instantly.

His eyes welled up, and he almost burst into tears on the spot.

He suddenly straightened his chest, took a step forward, and, his voice trembling with excitement, bowed deeply towards the avalanche:
"Your Highness! I am deeply grateful for your kindness and trust... I will do my utmost, serve you with all my heart, and die for you! I will never fail Your Highness's trust!"

After the farcical welcoming ceremony, Yu Xiaogang immediately took office.

He was determined to prove himself and repay the "kindness" of Xue Beng.

He went through all his theoretical notes and finally chose what he considered the most fundamental, most important, and most representative training method that best reflected his "master" level:

running!

Thus, an order that was both laughable and absurd quickly spread throughout the Soul Master camp:
From this day forward, all Soul Masters shall reduce their meditation time and, except when engaging in combat, shall engage in two hours of weighted cross-country running every day!
They call it: to toughen up the body, lay a solid foundation, and unleash potential to adapt to any harsh combat situation!

The order caused an uproar throughout the entire Soul Master camp.

"Running? Did I hear that right? We're Soul Masters! We rely on Soul Power and Soul Skills! What's the point of running?"

"Exactly! Instead of wasting time meditating, restoring our soul power is the right thing to do!"

There were widespread complaints and doubts.

But Prince Avalanche's orders were absolute, and they did not want to disobey them.

"Alright, let's give it a try first. After all, he's a master hired by the royal family at great expense!"

"Yes, let's see what the wonders of his cultivation method are."

Then, an absurd scene unfolded:

On the front lines, where the war was intense and powerful enemies surrounded them, the precious Soul Masters of the Heavenly Dou Empire did not seize the time to cultivate and recover or practice combined attack tactics. Instead, they ran in groups inside and outside the camp like ordinary recruits, kicking up clouds of dust.

……

God Realm, Poseidon Temple.

In stark contrast to the chaos and war in the lower realms, this place is a place of eternal peace and tranquility.

Deep within the temple, Poseidon, the god of the sea, was lounging lazily on his throne.

This deity, who appears handsome and extraordinary with a touch of unruly wanderer, is currently doing something completely out of character for him.

Before him floated a light screen formed from pure divine power, on which a picture was clearly reflected.

That's the garden terrace outside the Temple of Angels...

The sea god watched with great interest, a satisfied yet slightly lewd smile playing on his lips, his fingers unconsciously tapping lightly on the armrest of his throne. Just as he was completely absorbed in the satisfaction of "voyeurism," a cold voice suddenly rang out behind him, shattering the tranquility of the sea god's temple.

Are you satisfied?

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like an ancient iceberg suddenly shattering, carrying a chilling aura that pierced the very soul, instantly startling Poseidon, the god of the sea!
He almost frantically waved his hand, hastily dispelling the light screen in front of him, like a child caught doing something wrong, a clear look of panic flashing across his face.

Then he turned around abruptly, and when he saw who it was, his panic was quickly replaced by anger and feigned composure.

Standing behind him was the newly appointed Asura God, Yu Xiaolie.

"The new Asura God!"

Poseidon suppressed his guilt and raised his voice in a show of bravado, trying to cover up his embarrassment with his imposing manner.

"Don't you know how to knock before coming in? Have you no manners at all? This is my Sea God Temple, not your Asura Temple!"

Yu Xiaolie didn't bother with any nonsense and went straight to the point: "Let's deal with a peeping tom."

"fart!"

Poseidon was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on; his fur stood on end and his face turned red.

"Slander! Pure slander! Yu Xiaolie, don't make baseless accusations! I'm warning you, don't think you can do whatever you want just because you've become the God of Asura!"

Could it be that you're holding a grudge because I stopped you from hunting the Deep Sea Demon Whale King back at sea, and you're deliberately coming to cause trouble?

It would have been better if we hadn't talked about it, because it makes me so angry. You shattered my divine sense, and I haven't even settled the score with you yet..."

He tried to bring up the past to shift the focus, raising his voice louder and louder, as if that would prove his "innocence."

However, Yu Xiaolie's eyes didn't even flicker, clearly unmoved by his act.

It's a waste of time to say a single word to someone like that.

He slowly raised his left hand, and the dark red Asura Demon Sword appeared out of thin air, instantly unleashing a breathtaking divine power.

The will to kill and judge was like a tangible tsunami, instantly filling the entire Sea God Temple and staining the peaceful water vapor with a layer of blood!
"Humph! I'm not afraid of you!"

Seeing this, Poseidon knew he couldn't fool anyone anymore. He hardened his heart, roared, and summoned his trident!
A burst of azure divine light erupted, and the vast power of the ocean surged forth, attempting to resist the all-pervasive killing intent.

As the trident was swung, it drew upon the endless water elements within the temple, transforming them into a roaring deep-sea behemoth that pounced towards Yu Xiaolie!

Its power was immense, enough to easily tear apart a star in a lower plane!
However, in the face of this seemingly fierce attack, Yu Xiaolie simply twisted his wrist slightly.

There were no fancy moves, and not even any soul skills were used.

The Asura Demon Sword simply thrust forward!
"laugh--!"

A soft sound, as if a hot knife had cut into solidified butter.

The colossal beast phantom formed from the power of the vast ocean was easily torn apart, shattered, and annihilated like paper before the sword tip, which was extremely condensed and contained supreme rules of judgment!
The sword tip, its momentum undiminished, struck the tip of the trident of Poseidon, which was thrusting towards them with incredible speed!
"clang--!!!!!"

A deafening roar shook the entire Temple of Poseidon!
Poseidon felt an irresistible, domineering force surge through the trident!
"puff--!"

The armor on his arms, which held the halberd, instantly cracked, and the arm bones emitted a teeth-grinding cracking sound.

The Trident of Poseidon let out a mournful cry, flew out of my hand, and crashed with a clang onto the crystal ground in the distance.

He was struck as if by a heavy hammer, and a mouthful of golden divine blood gushed out uncontrollably. His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the giant pillar of the temple behind him before sliding softly to the ground.

Poseidon, the sea god and a first-level deity, was instantly defeated!
Yu Xiaolie flashed and appeared like a ghost in front of the Sea God, who was slumped on the ground coughing up blood.

With a blank expression, he reached out his left hand, grabbed Poseidon by the neck, and lifted him off the ground like a chick.

Poseidon's eyes were filled with fear and disbelief. He tried to struggle, but found that the opponent's power was like a cosmic abyss, completely imprisoning all his divine power.

Yu Xiaolie's icy eyes stared intently at the Sea God's terrified eyes.

Without a word, a highly refined and domineering Asura divine thought, like an invisible torrent of destruction, pierced directly into the Sea God's spiritual sea without mercy!

"what--!!!"

The sea god let out a shrill, distorted scream.

His body began to convulse violently, his eyes rolled upwards, leaving only the whites of his eyes, white foam spilled from his mouth, and he became completely disoriented, falling into utter chaos and collapse.

(End of this chapter)