Douluo Continent: The Ten Kings of Hell, I am the Emperor of the Underworld

Since Hailong Douluo and his companions did not meet the Sea God, Ning Qiuyang promised to help them contact the Sea God after the Battle of Wuhun City.

The group from Poseidon Island thought it made sense; even if they made Sea Dragon Douluo the High Priest, he might still die in the upcoming battle.

There was still a long way to go from Jialing Pass to Wuhun City, so Ning Qiuyang did not rush. He led the soul master armies of the two empires toward Wuhun City at a leisurely pace.

Having returned to Wuhun City, Qian Renxue immediately began preparations for the city's defense.

Most Soul Masters felt uneasy because of the "disastrous defeat" at the Battle of Jialing Pass, and were worried about their future.

Unlike Qian Renxue, they didn't know so many specific details and still thought their side had really been defeated.

"Dad, is it really the right choice for us to join the Spirit Hall at this time?"

Blazing Fire Academy, Skywater Academy, and Divine Wind Academy have already taken sides, and they are all on the side of the Spirit Hall, which seems to have no hope of turning the tide.

"Only the City God Temple, which is related to the Spirit Hall, can provide ten-thousand-year spirit rings. I believe it represents the future."

In fact, the dean of Blazing Fire Academy was also very uneasy.

Don't be fooled by his confident words; they're just words of comfort. Even if the Spirit Hall really manages to turn the tide, they will suffer heavy losses. He doesn't even dare to think about how many casualties their academy will incur.

But if you don't step in now, it will be too late when the outcome is already decided. Once you've made a decision, you can't look back and hesitate.

"Whoo~"

After a long day, Qian Renxue sat alone in the Papal Palace.

Qian Daoliu is now in the underworld, and she can no longer contact Ning Qiuyang through the underworld plane. She has to make all the decisions herself.

Despite having planned and prepared for so long, she still couldn't help feeling a little uneasy when the moment actually arrived.

After all, it meant facing the divine realm head-on, and she really wasn't entirely confident.

"His Holiness the Pope."

Ghost Douluo cautiously entered the Papal Palace.

For some reason, the person on the papal throne changed from Bibi Dong to Qian Renxue, but the ghosts' awe of the person on the throne only increased.

After a series of battles, Qian Renxue exuded a strong aura of killing intent, so much so that even ghosts and demons dared not look directly at her.

"What's the matter? Tell me."

Qian Renxue's gaze was calm and composed, showing no sign of emotion.

"Some trouble has arisen in the city, and rumors are spreading that Your Majesty the Pope betrayed the divine realm, which led to the Spirit Hall's downfall. They also say..."

"What else can you say?"

Qian Renxue's expression remained calm.

"He also said that only by atoning for your sins to the God Realm with your own life can Wuhun City be saved from destruction."

The more unmoved Qian Renxue remained, the more panicked the ghosts became.

He had been to the underworld, and although he didn't know much about Ning Qiuyang and Qian Renxue's plans, he could guess that the situation was definitely not as critical as it seemed. The current situation might actually be a plan to lure the enemy in.

"Yue Guan has already arrested those who spread the rumors. What do you think we should do with them?"

A hint of killing intent surfaced in Qian Renxue's indifferent eyes.

"Kill them all! Behead them all in front of the Angelic Statue in Wuhun City!"

"Yes."

The ghost responded solemnly, bowed its head, and withdrew from the Spirit Hall.

A strong wind reveals the strength of the grass; it is precisely at such critical moments that one's resolve is truly revealed.

Normally, these people might be diligent and conscientious towards the Spirit Hall, daring not to harbor any disloyal thoughts. But once they sense that the Spirit Hall is in danger of being destroyed, they immediately become restless and unsettled.

If we don't kill them, we won't be able to deter others.

After hundreds of Soul Masters, including a Cardinal, were killed, the atmosphere in Wuhun City became solemn, and no one dared to spread rumors anymore.

Simply suppressing them isn't the solution; Qian Renxue's aim is to lure the enemy deeper, not to break them at the first touch. After her repeated encouragement and the provision of even more powerful spirit possession, the morale of the soul masters in Wuhun City was restored.

Meanwhile, Ning Qiuyang's allied forces from the two empires had already arrived outside Wuhun City.

"Marshal, the defenses of Wuhun City are stronger than those of Jialing Pass. I wonder if the God King could bestow upon us another spatial compass?"

Sea Dragon Douluo asked.

Currently, on one side of the two great empires, besides Ning Qiuyang, there are only two Limit Douluo: Tang Chen and Hailong Douluo.

Tang Chen was erratic and incompetent, so the Sea Dragon Douluo, who had been forcibly promoted to the Limit Douluo level, took on more responsibilities.

Besides direct combat, he also needed to consider specific planning and arrangements.

"There's only one compass, and the Spirit Hall isn't stupid. They've been ambushed once, so they're bound to be prepared. Don't even think about taking advantage of the situation."

"Yes."

The Sea Dragon Douluo answered with a strained voice.

Even though he is now a Limit Douluo, he is not confident in protecting himself in the upcoming battle. He has not yet become the High Priest of the Sea God, nor is he like Poseidon who was prepared to dedicate everything to the Sea God. If possible, he does not want to die.

"Tang Chen".

Ning Qiuyang said to Tang Chen, who was patting his head beside him.

"Sect Master, His Highness is calling for you."

Apart from Tang Chen, the Haotian Sect only had the Second Elder left as a Title Douluo; all the other Title Douluos had died in battle.

The Second Elder felt very bitter.

Since the emergence of the Haotian Sect, it has enjoyed a period of swaggering and triumph, regaining its former glory.

But what followed was a devastating loss of life, and even Ancestor Tang Chen didn't know why he went mad.

The Second Elder even began to worry about what would happen after the war. Even if they were to win in the end, could the Haotian Sect, which had suffered heavy casualties, still be considered the number one sect in the world?

If Ancestor Tang Chen were still alive, that would be fine. But if he lost his life like Tang Xiao, the Haotian Sect might really be doomed, and might not even have the chance to become a second-rate power.

After all, the Haotian Sect was hated by many people, both before and after it closed its doors to the public. There were many people and forces who wanted to kill the Haotian Sect.

"calls me?"

The Second Elder had mixed feelings. Tang Chen, reminded by him, suddenly looked up at Ning Qiuyang.

"Ning Qiuyang, what are you doing here?"

Tang Chen suddenly shouted.

"Elder Master, this is His Highness the Crown Prince, not Ning Qiuyang. You've mistaken him for someone else."

The Second Elder advised with a bitter expression, believing that Tang Chen was too old and had been fighting too frequently, and was starting to become senile.

"Really? I must have been mistaken." Tang Chen patted his head again.

Tang Chen's outburst made Ning Qiuyang's heart leap for a moment.

Just when everyone thought that two negatives make a positive, Tang Chen, who had been acting crazy, actually became smarter and figured out his identity.

"Your Highness, as you know, my old sect leader hasn't been thinking very well lately, so please bear with him."

The Second Elder no longer dared to be as arrogant and conceited as before, and instead became subservient to Ning Qiuyang, like a meek servant.

Everyone knows that as long as Xue Qinghe helps the God Realm destroy the Spirit Hall, a bright future awaits him, and he may even become a god directly.

"I know. Remind your old sect leader to prepare for battle. If he's still acting crazy and not doing anything productive during the battle, be careful that the Asura God will punish him."

"The God of Asura? The God of Asura."

Tang Chen muttered the name, a look of fear appearing on his face. (End of Chapter)