Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 423 The Foundation is Paramount! The Heavenly Dou Empire is Destroyed, and Emperor Xue Ye Dies with Resentment!

Following Yu Tianheng, Yu Tianxin followed closely behind.

Next up were Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling.

Shui Bing'er, Yu Linglong, and Yu Tianlin were responsible for covering the rear. With Shui Bing'er's continuous extreme ice attacks and Yu Tianlin's desperate pulling, the gap was barely maintained, and the three of them flashed out one after another!

Just as the last person, Yu Tianlin, escaped, the lightning net emitted a muffled "hum" and instantly returned to its original state, as if it had never been breached.

The seven people stood outside the valley, glanced at each other, and saw excitement and a tacit understanding in each other's eyes after experiencing danger together.

Before they could catch their breath, their gazes turned toward the main square.

……

Three slightly weary but extremely fast bolts of lightning descended from the sky, landing at the entrance of Thunder Valley, revealing the figures of the three elders, Yu Zhentian, Yu Zhenhai, and Yu Yuanzhen.

The three old men still had lingering fear and deep worry on their faces after the fierce battle. Yu Zhentian, in particular, immediately looked at the lightning electric net he had set up, fearing that something might have happened to the children.

However, upon seeing this, all three of them froze, their faces filled with astonishment.

The lightning grid, which should have been dazzling and impenetrable, was now mostly dimmed!
The power grid's energy flow was extremely sluggish, its surface covered with a layer of strange ice crystals that had not yet completely melted, stubbornly hindering the flow of lightning.

On the side of the power grid closer to the interior, there is a distinct area of ​​charred and ice-shard-like marks, where the energy structure is most chaotic, clearly indicating that it was forcibly breached by someone using clever force!
"This...this is?!"

Yu Zhenhai's beard trembled slightly as he looked at his elder brother, Yu Zhentian, in disbelief.

Yu Zhentian was also shocked. He knew all too well the power of the electric net that the three of them had set up together. Even a Title Douluo would find it difficult to break through it, let alone Shui Bing'er, a quasi-Title Douluo, leading several Soul Douluos and Soul Saint-level children.
Moreover, judging from these marks, it wasn't caused by brute force; it's more like...

Just then, a smug voice rang out from the side:

"Great-grandfather! Grandpa! We're here!"

The three elders turned their heads sharply and saw that all seven children were standing not far away. Although they were all pale and their soul power was exhausted, they were all unharmed and their eyes were shining as they looked at them.

The three elders, including Yu Zhentian, widened their eyes in shock, almost thinking they were hallucinating.

"You... you..."

Yu Yuanzhen looked at his grandson Yu Tianlin, then at the others, his tongue almost tied in knots.

"How did you get out?! This electric fence..."

Yu Tianlin chuckled, rubbing his still slightly numb arm, and blurted out, his tone brimming with undisguised pride: "This lousy electric fence can't possibly trap us! We..."

Before he could finish speaking, the Second Elder, Yu Zhenhai, glared at him and swung his large, fan-like hand with lightning speed, delivering a solid blow to the back of his head.

"Ouch!"

Yu Tianlin cried out in pain and fled in panic, covering his head.

"Nonsense!"

Yu Zhenhai glared and spoke sternly, but deep in his eyes was a barely perceptible hint of lingering fear and amazement.

Yu Zhentian looked at the children in front of him, his gaze lingering for a moment on Shui Bing'er, Yu Linglong, and Yu Tianlin. He then looked back at the broken and chaotic lightning net, and the stern look on his face was gradually replaced by an extremely complex emotion.

Shock, relief, and a touch of unbelievable pride...

He remained silent for a few seconds, then finally sighed heavily, exchanging a glance with Yu Zhenhai and Yu Yuanzhen beside him. They both saw the same turbulent waves in each other's eyes.

These little guys... actually managed to get out of there on their own?

Moreover, it was done in such an almost unbelievable way.

Disrupting energy, drawing in lightning, using extreme ice to isolate, seizing the right moment for a rapid breakthrough, providing auxiliary amplification and healing support...

What kind of tacit understanding, courage, and precise control over each other's martial soul power is required?
This cannot be described simply by the word "genius".

This is truly...monster-like talent!

It is a potential that is enough to make the entire Soul Master world tremble!
Yu Zhentian and the other two unanimously thought of the ruthless star who had just come to their door and made a scene.

Although Tang San has progressed faster than the seven members of the Dragon Cub Team among the younger generation, and has even inherited a godhood, the battle just now clearly showed that Tang San's foundation is...

It is very flimsy, and even looks good but is useless.

Yu Zhenhai glanced at Yu Zhentian, who immediately understood.

The second brother's thoughts were definitely the same as his.

Tang San's Sea God power was likely rapidly accumulated through the rewards of the Divine Trial.

Even the position of the sea god can be inherited in... that way...

Thinking about it that way, there's nothing to envy.

……

Two months later.

The sky over Tiandou City has never been so gloomy.

The Star Luo Empire's army charged into the palace amidst loud battle cries.

The thick smoke almost swallowed up the last ray of light, shrouding the entire capital in a gray haze of despair.

The once bustling streets are now reduced to ruins, burning beams, and scattered debris.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood and burnt flesh, as well as a deeper, more decaying odor that belonged to the end of a dynasty.

Shouts of battle, cries of agony, and the clashing of weapons came from all directions, growing ever closer, like a tightening noose that made it hard for everyone still in the city to breathe.

The Heavenly Dou Imperial Palace, a magnificent architectural complex that once symbolized the supreme authority of the Heavenly Dou Empire, has now lost its former glory.

Inside the deepest part of the palace, there was a deathly silence, creating an eerie contrast with the hustle and bustle outside.

On the cold dragon bed, the elderly Emperor Xueye struggled to support his body. His bright yellow sleeping robe, a symbol of imperial power, was already stained dark red with large patches of blood he had vomited from his chest.

His withered hands gripped the bright yellow silk hanging from the edge of the bed tightly.

He coughed violently, each cough seeming to shake his internal organs out.

The enormous palace was eerily empty.

The eunuchs who once groveled on the ground and the palace maids who were always on standby have long since disappeared.

The priceless jewels and jade artifacts were all looted, leaving only some heavy, immovable furniture lying on the ground like abandoned corpses.

"Hehe...hehe..."

Emperor Xueye let out a broken and hoarse bitter laugh, his cloudy old eyes sweeping despairingly over the ravaged and cold palace.

"Good...good 'when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter'...My kingdom...my empire..."

Before he could finish speaking, another heart-wrenching cough erupted, and more blood gushed from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the cold gold brick floor.

He devoted his entire life to maintaining the empire, even tacitly condoning various underhanded methods, only to end up isolated and deserted by everyone.

There wasn't even a last person to see him off in his final moments.

Outside the palace gates, the heavy footsteps and clanging armor of the Star Luo soldiers grew clearer and clearer, like the drumbeats of death.

Emperor Xueye suddenly opened his eyes wide and stared intently at the direction of the palace gate, as if he wanted to use his last gaze to fixate on the enemy who was about to break in.

However, the light in his pupils quickly dissipated, eventually dissipating into a deathly gray.

His hand, which was gripping the silk, slipped limply to the ground.

This emperor, who ruled the Heavenly Dou Empire for decades, finally breathed his last amidst endless grief, loneliness, and despair.

Until his death, he stared wide-eyed at the palace gate, a symbol of humiliation, that was about to be kicked open.

(End of this chapter)