Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 65 Divine Ring

Meanwhile, the powerful Soul Masters around them, especially the elite Tang Sect members who had been captured, also clearly heard the word "God Realm".

Two words!

The fear on their faces was instantly replaced by a deeper, more intense feeling of trembling!

god?!

Since Huo Yuhao, the Spirit Ice Douluo, ten thousand years ago, there have been no more divine miracles on the Douluo Continent! Now, they have actually witnessed a living god, and in the God Realm he controls?! This news is enough to overturn all their understanding!

However, this divine realm was gloomy, desolate, and littered with white bones, with an unsettling, chilling aura of death permeating the air, completely different from the sacred and radiant divine realm of legend!

Then, considering the identity of this god—Harossa, the King of the Underworld, a notorious evil spirit master—the huge contrast and complex emotions left them with mixed feelings. They felt both awe for the divine realm and fear and confusion at being in the realm of "evil gods," feeling awkward and apprehensive.

Deng Fengqiao forcibly suppressed his heart, which was pounding in his chest. He took a deep breath, bowed deeply again, and his voice, trembling with excitement, was filled with unprecedented determination and fervor: "My lord! Your subordinate, Deng Fengqiao, guarantees with his life that I will not fail you! I will lead the troops well and live up to your high expectations!" He understood that this was hell, but also a ladder to heaven!

Harosa said no more. With a wave of his hand, five ancient-style storage soul tool rings, each shimmering with a different luster (clearly top-quality items looted from the Tang Sect warehouse and the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well guards), floated slowly in front of Deng Fengqiao as if being lifted by an invisible hand.

"Take it. Inside are some materials and tools." Harosa's voice remained calm.

Deng Fengqiao quickly extended both hands, respectfully holding the five rings in his palms as if they were priceless treasures: "Thank you for your gracious gift, sir!"

With a flash of gray-black light, Harosa's figure vanished silently, as if blending into the shadows, leaving behind only his lingering aura of majesty and a deathly silence.

"Respectfully bidding farewell to Your Majesty the King of the Underworld!" Deng Fengqiao shouted first, his voice trembling with excitement and utmost piety as he bowed deeply.

"Respectfully bidding farewell to Your Majesty the King of the Underworld," the group of Soul Masters who originally belonged to him behind him also hurriedly knelt down, their voices filled with reverence.

The newly arrived Tang Sect Soul Masters, overwhelmed by the sheer power of the hundreds of "Undying Guardians" with their eyes burning with greyish-white flames and glaring menacingly, had no choice but to lower their once proud heads. With complex emotions, they chanted in unison, "Respectfully—respectfully bidding farewell to His Majesty the King of the Underworld—"

Those powerful Soul Masters still had liver-colored faces, seemingly very principled.

The sound echoed in the dark and silent Realm of Rebirth, gradually fading away. Only hundreds of Soul Masters with their own thoughts remained, along with the skeleton guards who stood like statues behind Deng Fengqiao, exuding a cold aura of death.

Deng Fengqiao slowly straightened up, looked at the five heavy rings in his hand, then at the terrifying legion behind him, and then at the group of "new subordinates" with complex expressions in front of him. His eyes were filled with unprecedented ambition and pressure.

He knew that his "mission" had only just begun. And this realm of the dead was the stage for his rise to power!

His expression changed instantly; instead of bowing and scraping before Harosa, he displayed the sternness of a leader.

Harosa's figure vanished into the lingering gray-black ripples in the air, as if he had never existed. However, the oppressive aura he left behind, and the hundreds of undead guards with their eye sockets burning with gray-white flames, standing like cold sculptures behind Deng Fengqiao, weighed heavily on everyone's hearts like heavy lead weights.

Deng Fengqiao, who had just been bowing and scraping before Harosa, slowly straightened up. His face showed fawning and excitement...

The fervor receded quickly like the tide, replaced by a chilling mix of pressure, ferocity, and resolve.

He pushed up his glasses, his gaze behind the lenses sharp as a knife, slowly sweeping over the hundreds of Soul Masters in front of him with varying expressions. Some were his original subordinates, but most were Tang Clan elites who had just been captured, their faces still showing fear, confusion, and even a hint of resentment.

"Hmph." Deng Fengqiao sneered inwardly.

His Majesty Hades is right; the people of the Tang Clan are used to being arrogant.

He could clearly see the undisguised sense of superiority and scrutiny in the eyes of those old men wearing the uniforms of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well Guardians and the badges of the Star Luo Tang Sect's core workshop.

They believed that the King of Hades' decision not to kill them meant he needed their help and admired their skills and abilities, so they were fearless and even arrogant.

Deng Fengqiao himself is a Soul Master, so he understands all too well the power and sophistication of the Tang Sect's Soul Guidance Technology System.

From the most basic material processing to the most cutting-edge linked soul guidance arrays, from theoretical research and development to large-scale production and a sales network covering the entire continent, the Tang Sect has long since formed a vast and sophisticated "arms empire".

The reputation of them as arms dealers across the continent is beyond question.

Those who climb to the top in this system are all individuals with outstanding talent, strength, and background. To expect them to immediately submit to an unknown, support-type, "scholarly-looking" level eight Soul Master? That's utterly delusional!

But Hades' orders are ironclad! If Deng Fengqiao wants to gain a foothold in this divine realm and obtain that unattainable power, he must unite these people into one!

Let them face reality—there is no Tang Sect here, only the Realm of Rebirth! They are servants of the King of the Underworld, tools! Tools need no arrogance, only obedience and efficiency!

A cold calculation and a hint of ruthlessness flashed deep in Deng Fengqiao's eyes. He took a deep breath, the air thick with the scent of death making his mind even clearer.

He didn't speak immediately, but stood quietly, his gaze like a cold probe, sweeping over the faces of every new Tang Sect Soul Master, especially those veteran experts whose auras were deep and dignified, clearly at the peak of level nine or even with one foot in the threshold of level ten.

The invisible pressure, coupled with the hundreds of immortal guards behind him radiating the aura of a Super Douluo and with eerie gray flames in their eye sockets, quickly silenced the previously whispering crowd, creating an atmosphere so oppressive it was suffocating.

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Meanwhile, Harosa's figure moved like a ghost through the hazy sky of the Realm of Rebirth. His divine sense, like a sophisticated radar, scanned this land composed of stark white bones and dark mist.

Previously, outside the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire, he uprooted the Tang Sect's painstakingly built, fortress-like soul-guided linkage defense system and stuffed it all into the Gate of the Underworld.

Those powerful fixed turrets, energy matrix nodes, detection and early warning systems, and even several spare high-level soul-guided mechs were now scattered throughout the God Realm like carelessly discarded trash.

Some cannon barrels were inserted into the gaps between huge ribs, gleaming with dim energy; some precision detection arrays were buried under thick layers of ashes, with only a twisted corner of metal showing; a heavy soul-guided mech even "rode" on a small mountain made of skulls, in a comical and bizarre posture.

Although the Gate to the Underworld is sturdy and connects to this world, the landing point is completely random. Not to mention these weapons, even Harosa himself could land thousands of miles apart each time he enters. This isn't due to a lack of mastery of the laws of space, but rather the inherent characteristics of the "Gate to the Underworld" soul skill itself.

This soul skill originated from one of his early 100,000-year soul rings. Its ability is to communicate with a desolate little space, namely the original Skeleton World.

As his strength increased, his soul ring evolved into a divine ring, and the Gate to the Underworld was strengthened and expanded accordingly. The world it connected to also evolved into the current "Rebirth God Realm". However, his ability to accurately locate and deploy targets did not seem to evolve with it.

Perhaps only when the laws of the divine realm itself become more perfect, or when his understanding of the rules of space becomes deeper, can this problem be solved.

He has currently condensed three divine rings, and the fourth is beginning to take shape. His growth rate is closely related to the expansion of the divine realm.