Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

When Harosa asked about another matter, Deng Zhan's face immediately broke into an even more obsequious smile, and he bowed even lower: "Don't worry, sir! I dare not be careless about the task you entrusted of finding talent in the design and manufacture of soul tools! I have already 'invited' quite a few experts! They are all capable soul masters from the Star Luo Continent!"

These Soul Masters are mostly people who have the ability but are ostracized, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to recruit so many people. Even powerful and respected Soul Masters like Deng Zhan would find it difficult to take action.

"Alright," Harosa said, lying back in the wicker chair with her eyes closed, "bring the person over here."

"Yes! Please wait a moment, sir!" Deng Zhan felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He immediately turned around, and his figure disappeared into the dense forest in a few flashes.

After a long while, Deng Zhan reappeared, followed by a large group of people, numbering over a hundred. These people were of varying ages and dressed differently, but most of them looked tense, with unease and confusion in their eyes; only a few appeared relatively calm.

They were led to a spot not far from the Harosa deckchair.

At the forefront of the crowd stood a young man who appeared to be in his thirties. He possessed a composed demeanor, with a subtle sharpness and…ambition in his eyes. He was Deng Zhan's nephew, Deng Fengqiao, an eighth-level Soul Master who had recently broken through to the Title Douluo level.

Deng Zhan quickly pulled Deng Fengqiao forward, urging him in a low voice, "Fengqiao, quickly greet the lord!"

Deng Fengqiao took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement and a hint of trepidation, and bowed deeply to Harosa in the rattan chair, his voice clear and strong: "Junior Deng Fengqiao greets Your Excellency! I am willing to follow Your Excellency and serve you faithfully!"

Harosa then slightly opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping over Deng Fengqiao, and nodded: "Hmm."

He could tell that Deng Fengqiao was quite capable and should have some expertise in soul tools. Most importantly, there was a desire to climb the social ladder in his eyes.

People with these qualities are ambitious and easy to manage.

Deng Zhan's reason for sending his nephew in was simply to secure a place for himself with Hades Harossa, a ulterior motive Harossa didn't bother to point out.

"From now on, these people are under your command." Harosa's voice was flat. "You will report to me any needs or situations that arise."

"Yes, sir! Fengqiao will certainly live up to your expectations!" Deng Fengqiao was overjoyed and quickly agreed. He knew this was a huge gamble, but the opportunity was right in front of him!

What's wrong with walking with tigers?

Harosa's gaze swept over the hundred-plus people behind him. Some were expressionless, their eyes blank; some had their heads bowed, their bodies trembling slightly, filled with fear; others were secretly observing Harosa, their eyes filled with complex emotions. Harosa paid them no heed; in his eyes, they were all just tools.

He raised his hand and waved it, and a deep, gray-black spatial vortex—the Gate to the Underworld—silently opened before everyone.

"Go in." Harosa's voice carried an unquestionable command. "Once inside, stay where you are, don't wander around, and wait for instructions. You can make your own living quarters."

After thinking for a moment, not knowing when he would finish, he added, "If you have any questions, you can call out to Elder Yi, and someone will come."

The soul masters stared at the ominous spatial gate, their fear deepening. But under Deng Fengqiao's stern gaze and low reprimands, no one dared to disobey. One by one, they steeled themselves, lined up, and cautiously entered the gate to the underworld.

Soon, only Harosa and Deng Zhan remained in the same spot.

As Deng Zhan watched the slowly closing gates of the underworld, he couldn't help but ask, his tone filled with pure curiosity, "My lord, where...where have you sent them?"

Harosa's gaze instantly turned icy, like two ice spikes piercing Deng Zhan: "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask."

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Terrified by that look, Deng Zhan's legs went weak, and he collapsed to his knees, his forehead pounding against the ground. His voice trembled with sobs as he cried, "My lord, spare me! I deserve to die! I had a foul mouth! I'll never do it again! Please forgive me, my lord! Please forgive me, my lord!"

He kowtowed and begged for mercy, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

Seeing his cowardly appearance, Harosa's coldness softened slightly, and she waved her hand impatiently: "Alright, get up. Lead the way."

Deng Zhan felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He scrambled to his feet, wiping the cold sweat and dirt from his forehead, his voice still trembling with lingering fear: "M-Sir, where are you going?"

Harosa stood up, his gaze fixed on the direction beyond the forest, his voice calm yet undeniably authoritative:

"Take me to your Tang Clan."

He was referring, of course, to the Tang Sect branch on the Star Luo Continent.

"Yes! Yes! I'll lead the way right away! Please follow me, sir!" Deng Zhan hurriedly nodded and bowed, leading the way without daring to say another word. He carefully led Harosa towards the Xingluo Tangmen branch.

Harosa and Deng Zhan appeared on the outskirts of the Tang Sect branch on the Star Luo Continent. It looked like an ordinary commercial district, but Harosa's divine sense swept across the area and immediately revealed a vast underground space hidden beneath.

"Oh, you've moved underground?" Harosa said with a hint of sarcasm.

Deng Zhan hurriedly nodded and bowed, explaining, "Sir, after suffering heavy losses in the attack by the Holy Spirit Cult back then, headquarters decided to move all the important branches underground for greater safety."

With Deng Zhan, an inside man posing as an elder, leading the way, the Tang Clan's tight access control system became virtually useless. Deng Zhan easily opened the heavy alloy doors with his access card and identity verification, and Harosa strolled directly into the core area of ​​the Star Luo Tang Clan branch as if taking a leisurely walk.

Harosa's vast divine sense instantly expanded, sweeping across the entire underground space like an invisible radar. He immediately detected a relatively powerful aura—a plump man, dressed in an elegant Tang suit, cultivating in a quiet room. It was none other than Hu Jie, the head of the Star Luo branch, a twin martial soul possessor, and a level 98 Super Douluo!

With a thought, Harosa instantly appeared in Hu Jie's quiet room with Deng Zhan.

"Long time no see, old fat man." Harosa's voice carried a hint of amusement.

Hu Jie was instantly jolted awake from his meditation, his eyes snapping open with a sharp glint in them! A powerful aura erupted instinctively from him, and alarm bells rang in his mind!

He stared intently at the white-robed man who had silently appeared in his cultivation area, his aura unfathomable, and demanded sharply, "Who are you?!"

He had absolutely no recollection of ever seeing this person.

Harosa then realized that although she knew Hu Jie, the other party had never seen her face. "It's alright," Harosa said calmly, "you'll find out soon enough."

Hu Jie's muscles tensed, his mental power was raised to the limit, and his spiritual power in the Spirit Realm frantically scanned his surroundings, trying to find the opponent's weakness or helpers, while he was extremely shocked!

This is the core training room of the Tang Sect branch, heavily guarded. How did the other party get in so silently? His gaze swept over Harosa's back and saw Deng Zhan, whose face was pale and whose eyes were darting around!