Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 425 During the revelry, Zhu Zhuqing began to flirt.

In the Heavenly Dou City Imperial Palace, the stench of blood had not yet been dispelled by the night wind, but the smell of gunpowder had gradually blended into another kind of clamor.

A kind of unbridled revelry belonging to the victors.

Beneath the crumbling palace walls, squads of Star Luo soldiers clad in heavy black armor silently and efficiently cleared the battlefield, like swarms of ants.

The body was dragged away, and the bloodstains were roughly washed away with water, but some dark brown marks still stubbornly seeped into the cracks of the floor tiles, silently telling the story of the day's tragedy.

"Your Highness!"

A lieutenant strode into the main hall, knelt on one knee, and spoke in a loud voice that could not hide his exhaustion.

"All remnants of the Heavenly Dou royal family have been executed as ordered, without exception! In addition, some nobles have voluntarily surrendered and are now imprisoned!"

Davis nodded in satisfaction upon hearing this.

Immediately, he raised his spear sharply, thrusting it towards the sky, his voice rising abruptly:

"From this day forward, the Star Luo Empire shall unify the Douluo Continent!"

Inside and outside the hall, cheers erupted like a tsunami!

The soldiers pounded their breastplates, the generals raised their weapons excitedly, and everyone's face was flushed with exhaustion and extreme excitement.

The enormous sound almost lifted the palace's dome!

Amidst this almost boiling frenzy, Davis's sharp gaze, like that of a falcon, vaguely swept across the shadow behind a massive pillar in the main hall.

There, a very familiar, curvaceous and alluring figure flashed by.

It turned out to be Zhu Zhuqing.

Although she was extremely well concealed, almost blending into the shadows, Davis was far too familiar with the Nether Cat Clan.

Their eyes met briefly in the air.

Zhu Zhuqing's eyes were complex and hard to read, with a subtle, almost imperceptible fluctuation, but it quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Davis's lips curled into a meaningful smile, but he didn't say anything. Instead, a hint of playful inquiry appeared deep in his eyes.

In the following period, the Star Luo Empire's army continued its "sorting out" of the entire Heaven Dou Imperial Palace for a long time.

The soldiers, like wolves, poured into the palaces and treasuries, carrying out all valuable items—jewelry, soul-guided devices, antiques, and even magnificent silk curtains—and piling them up in the square.

That evening, a grand victory banquet was held in the largest square of the palace.

The campfire roared, and the sizzling sound of dripping fat from the roasting meat filled the air with a fragrant aroma mingled with the smell of alcohol.

The soldiers removed their cold armor, laughing and talking loudly, playing drinking games, and enjoying a moment of indulgence that they had earned with their blood and lives.

Davis sat in the main seat, with a table full of delicacies and fine wines in front of him.

He welcomed all who came, drinking merrily with his generals, listening to their drunken flattery and boasting, his wicked eyes blazing with smug satisfaction.

The alcohol made his blood heat up, and his vision became slightly blurred.

Just as he was raising a glass with a general, he caught that figure again out of the corner of his eye.

Although Zhu Zhuqing seemed to have deliberately concealed all her aura, her outstanding figure and the clear, cold eyes she occasionally raised appeared out of place in the firelight.

She glanced at him again.

This time, Davis saw it more clearly.

That look was no longer the complex and unpredictable gaze of the daytime; instead, it carried an extremely subtle, almost provocative meaning.

It was like a cat's paw gently scratching his heart before disappearing again into the busy servants and crowd.

Davis paused slightly in his drink, but then continued drinking as if nothing had happened, though his inner amusement and interest had been completely piqued.

This nominal "sister-in-law," Dai Mubai's former woman, sneaked into the palace at this time and appeared before him time and again, not merely to watch the spectacle. The banquet didn't gradually disperse until late at night.

The soldiers were all drunk, lying haphazardly on the square, snoring loudly.

Davis dismissed his attendants and, alone, walked up the white jade steps leading to the main hall under the cool moonlight.

His steps were slightly unsteady, but his mind was exceptionally clear.

Pushing open the heavy palace doors, the vast palace was completely empty.

He walked step by step toward that supreme throne.

That dragon throne, cast in gold and inlaid with countless gems, symbolizing the highest authority of the empire.

As his fingertips slowly traced the cool, smooth armrest, feeling the intricate and elaborate carvings on it, an indescribable surge of passion welled up within Davis.

The throne of the Star Luo Empire will be his sooner or later, and the entire Douluo Continent will be under his rule!
Davis slowly turned around and sat down.

A hard sensation came from below, and suddenly the view opened up, revealing the entire spacious and magnificent hall.

It was as if the entire world and all living beings were prostrating themselves at his feet.

To rule the world.

These four words have never felt so concrete and real.

He closed his eyes and could almost imagine the scene of all nations paying tribute and ministers kneeling in worship in the future, and he could feel the supreme power that held life and death in his hands and could do whatever he wanted.

After a moment, he suddenly parted his thin lips slightly, his voice not loud, but carrying a hint of knowing languor and absolute control, echoing clearly in the silent hall:
"Come out, you've been following me all day."

After he finished speaking, the hall remained silent.

A few breaths later, the shadow behind the furthest golden dragon pillar rippled like flowing water.

Zhu Zhuqing slowly walked out.

She was still wearing that leather outfit, which perfectly accentuated her stunning figure.

Her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and her skin was as white as snow, as if she had a soft glow in the dim light.

That stunningly beautiful face was expressionless, except for a pair of cat-like eyes that shone brightly as they stared straight at Davis on the dragon throne, showing no fear.

Davis leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees, fingers interlaced, his wicked eyes gleaming with a dangerous yet interested light, as if he were sizing up a small prey that had voluntarily walked into the hunting grounds.

"Zhu Zhuqing."

Davis called her name, his voice devoid of emotion, "You're much bolder than I imagined. Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

Zhu Zhuqing slightly raised her slender neck, her voice clear and cold, yet carrying a strange, unsettling calm:

"You are already the future ruler of a nation, your power and prestige shake the world, how could you possibly make things difficult for a weak woman like me?"

Davis said calmly, "If I don't kill you, aren't you afraid of your sister?"

Upon hearing this, a faint, almost self-mocking glint finally flashed in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes.

“My sister… is afraid, of course she’s afraid, so…”

"Ok?"

Davis raised an eyebrow, his interest growing. He liked her seemingly compliant yet sharp-tongued demeanor.

"So what?"

Zhu Zhuqing took two steps forward lightly, raised her head, and met Davis's scrutiny without flinching. Her voice was lowered slightly, but it carried an indescribable charm:

"As the old saying goes, a beautiful and virtuous woman is the object of a gentleman's affections. As the ruler of a country, you naturally cannot favor only my sister."

(End of this chapter)