Douluo Continent: After Ten Thousand Years of Silence, I Was Exposed by the Sky.

Chapter 48: Poseidon Island Destroyed, Renamed Zhenhai City! (Please continue reading!)
At the edge of Poseidon Island, thousands of figures gathered together, forming a fragile and desperate human wall.

Among them were elderly people with white hair, women and children with frightened expressions, and some young soul masters with shallow cultivation and faces full of resentment and fear.

They are the inhabitants of Poseidon Island, the people left behind by High Priest Poseidon and the Seven Sacred Pillars Douluo.

In their eyes, the steel behemoth named "Overturning the Sea" was tearing through the sea surface with an unparalleled force, growing ever larger.

The cold, steely shadow, like the cloak of death, slowly enveloped their homes, the place they depended on for survival, and also the hearts of each of them.

The atmosphere inside the bridge of the Fuhai was somewhat subtle.

Looking at the dense crowd on the opposite bank, Wei Tianchen frowned slightly.

This was not the script he had envisioned.

He thought he would be greeted by an empty island where he could do whatever he wanted.

Now, these thousands of lives have become a minor but significant problem.

He couldn't possibly launch a massacre directly.

Firstly, their expedition to Seagod Island was primarily aimed at destroying the Seagod's legacy and severing one of the foundations of faith in the Douluo Continent.

Secondly, it serves to establish an outpost here in preparation for a potential full-scale war that the Sun Moon Empire might launch against the Douluo Continent in the future.

Slaughtering civilians is not only pointless, but it will also incite hatred and resentment throughout the continent.

More importantly, with the entire event broadcast live from the sky, the rulers of the Sun Moon Empire will be branded as "tyrants."

What he needs is conquest, not destruction.

The Fiery Douluo beside Wei Tianchen also frowned, but he concealed his emotions well.

As a peak Douluo of level 98, he had experienced countless battles in his life. In his eyes, these people, who were even rarer than Soul Emperors, were no different from ants.

But since the live broadcast was currently taking place, he couldn't show any impatience or murderous intent, and could only maintain the composed and aloof demeanor of a wise man.

Wei Tianchen was pondering how to deal with this "trouble" without bloodshed.

He was preparing to go down personally and use his absolute power to scare these people away.

A commotion broke out among the crowd on the opposite bank.

An elderly man with a slightly hunched back pushed through the crowd and walked shakily to the front.

He was wearing a blue robe in the style of Poseidon Island, his hair was gray, and his face was full of fatigue and bitterness.

Judging from the soul power fluctuations emanating from him, he was actually an eight-ring Soul Douluo.

Anywhere, he would be a powerful figure capable of founding a school of thought.

But at this moment, facing the four unfathomable auras on the Overturning Sea, he felt as insignificant as a candle flickering in the wind.

Under the watchful eyes of billions of beings on the Douluo Continent, this old Soul Douluo made a move that made countless people feel heartbroken and humiliated.

He bowed deeply, offering a grand salute towards the direction of the Fuhai.

"Haihua, a sinner from Seagod Island, pays his respects...pays respects to all the powerful figures from the Sun and Moon Continent."

Haihua's voice spread through his soul power, clearly reaching the bridge of the Fuhai and echoing throughout the entire sky.

The tremor and helplessness in that voice resonated with everyone who heard it.

Wei Tianchen stopped what he was doing and looked at the old man on the screen with great interest, a playful smile playing on his lips.

The old Contra Douluo straightened up, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace, and continued:

"Esteemed powerful individuals, you are surely already aware that Seagod Island... it no longer possesses the power to resist."

"High Priest Poseidon, along with the seven guardians of the holy pillars and other powerful figures, have all left this place."

Now, all that's left on the island are us—the elderly, the weak, women, and children—who have nowhere else to go.

He pointed to the terrified and desperate faces behind him, his voice growing increasingly sorrowful:
"We are just a group of ordinary people abandoned by God... We beg you to have mercy on us and spare our lives."

We are willing to leave this island immediately and would not dare to linger for even a moment!

These words were full of weakness and pleading.

Haihua did not raise any conditions, nor did he dare to raise any conditions.

They did not defend Poseidon Island, but humbly begged the invaders to spare their lives.

This scene caused Poseidon, who was already on the Douluo Continent, and the seven Holy Pillar Douluos who had gone far away to clench their fists, their eyes burning with humiliated anger.

How could the once lofty Poseidon Island have fallen to such a state!
On the Fuhai, Wei Tianchen's smile widened even more after hearing these words.

Wei Tianchen took a step forward and walked to the very front of the bridge, his figure clearly captured by the camera on the sky screen.

His voice, amplified by the soul-guided amplification device, resounded like thunder across the sky above Seagod Island:
"You are very smart, much smarter than those stubborn fools."

Wei Tianchen's voice carried a condescending praise, as if an emperor were praising a sensible minister.

"Don't worry, I, Wei Tianchen, am not here to slaughter weaklings like you who can't even hold a weapon properly."

Wei Tianchen's gaze swept over the crowd below, filled with disdain and indifference.

"I have come to end an era of false faith!"

Even Poseidon, the god of the sea, was struggling to survive; naturally, there was no need for his lineage to exist.

He abruptly changed the subject, his voice becoming authoritative and cold:
"I, Your Highness, can spare your lives."

Upon hearing this, a suppressed commotion and a sense of relief at surviving the ordeal erupted from the crowd below.

"I'm giving you one hour to pack your things and leave this island!"

Wei Tianchen held up one finger, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"One hour from now, this island will be officially renamed 'Zhenhai City,' becoming the first overseas territory of my Sun Moon Empire planted in the heart of Douluo Continent!"

"At that time, anyone who dares to linger will be regarded as an enemy of my Sun Moon Empire!"

"As for how to deal with enemies, you probably don't want to experience it firsthand."

As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful surge of soul force erupted from Wei Tianchen, merging with the auras of the three elders behind him.

Like an invisible mountain, it weighed heavily on the hearts of everyone on Poseidon Island!
The old Soul Douluo's face paled, and he bowed deeply once more, his voice hoarse as he shouted:
"Thank you for sparing my life, Your Majesty!"

We...we're leaving right now!

Having said that, he turned around and, facing the distraught group of his people behind him, roared with all his might:

"What are you all standing there for! Hurry up!"
Bring your family! Let's go!

Get out of here!

The crowd seemed to awaken from a dream, their cries, urging voices, and children's sobs mingling together.

They no longer lingered at their homeland, but rushed to the other side of the island's dock, searching for a boat that could take them away from this sorrowful place.

(End of this chapter)