Douluo: The Holy Radiance of the Dragon King

Chapter 186 The Four Quasi-Gods Suppress the South, the Demigod Falls, and the Le Family Ceases (3k6)

"Zai Xing asked me to convey a message to you: the great favor has been repaid, and he no longer owes the Angel Family anything!"

The spiritual power from the pinnacle of Han Tian Yi Ling Domain, carrying a voice that resounded throughout the heavens and earth, was heard by every member of the Southern Legion.

Upon hearing this, Le Zhengyang's hair stood on end. He quickly caught Le Zhengyu, took his pulse, and his face turned deathly pale.

He blinked, sensed the situation two or three more times, and suddenly roared to the sky, his long beard whipping wildly: "Eight sacrifices, eighty years of lifespan! How could this be? How could it come to this!"

Han Tianyi's face was pale and cold, and he sighed inwardly.

Feng Zaixing's talent for sacrifice was learned from the angel family, and now, having burned through half of his lifespan, he has repaid his debt.

Le Zhengqing, Le Zhengyu's father, and others were terrified and hurriedly grabbed Le Zhengyu to sense him, thinking that Le Zhengyu had lost eighty years of his lifespan.

"I was so scared, Zhengyu is alright." Le Zhengyu's father patted his chest and found that his son's life energy was not only intact, but also more abundant than ever before, even surpassing his own.

Yue Zhengqing exclaimed in surprise, "Not only is he alright, but his martial soul seems to have evolved! It has developed divinity, taking the form of a six-winged angel! Could it be that our ancestor has manifested—ah!"

Le Zhengyang suddenly turned around and punched Zi Zi, sending him flying and landing on the floating island. His eyes were filled with a mixture of murderous intent and familial affection. His shoulders and face trembled, and his teeth chattered.

Old Zhun Shen was like a furious lion or tiger, his eyes filled with murderous intent as he swept over each familiar face, gritting his teeth.

"A lifetime of shrewdness, a moment of folly; I actually let you get away with this, you—"

Overwhelmed with anger and resentment, Le Zhengyang felt a tightness in his chest and a surge of sorrow overwhelmed his mind. Despite his deep regret, he couldn't bring himself to take action at that moment.

The second son, grandson, and some clansmen conspired to assassinate Yu Xin in an attempt to "deter" him. By the time he found out, it was too late.

He hated these younger generations for their misbehavior, but it was also extremely difficult for him to clean house. How could he be so heartless as a group of his descendants knelt before him and begged for mercy?

He had planned to spend some time having several southern families apologize to Feng Zaixing; however, he underestimated Feng Zaixing's resolve.

I'd rather break than bend, I'd trade my life for another.

Le Zhengyang looked at Han Tianyi, a hint of desolation appearing in his old eyes: "Did he only say that one sentence?"

Han Tianyi said, "From now on, he will no longer use any of the Angel Family's special techniques; the inherited soul spirit he obtained from you was stripped away because it would harm his cultivation, so he had Le Zhengyu bring two evil soul master titled Douluo, and the resources he gave Le Zhengyu were enough to offset that inherited soul spirit."

Le Zhengyang's face fell, and he looked at Le Zhengyu, whose head was hanging low.

Le Zhengyu shivered and said in a hoarse voice, "That's what the boss said—"

Reciting Feng Zaixing's words verbatim, Le Zhengyang let out two bitter laughs, then collapsed to the ground, his expression shifting between laughter and tears.

"To think you're so resolute! Indeed, throughout history, countless geniuses have been most devoted to love. Yun Ming killed his way to Mingdu for a woman, and you're not giving an inch; the reputation of my Angel Clan is also ruined—"

In the Douluo Continent, love has always been paramount; Feng Zaixing broke with the Angel Family because of Yu Xin, which saddened Le Zhengyang but was not surprising.

How many of the world's top experts haven't had a deeply memorable romantic history?

Compared to the Rakshasa God and Angel God of yesteryear, Feng Zaixing can be considered to have seen things through to the end. He sacrificed eighty years of his lifespan to help Le Zhengyu. People will not criticize him for being ruthless, but will only praise him for his true feelings.

As for the Angel Family, they were naturally extremely wicked. They assassinated Feng Zaixing's lover while he was in seclusion recovering from his injuries, causing Feng Zaixing to lose half of his lifespan as soon as he emerged from seclusion. Their harm was far greater than that of the Evil Soul Master.

"Clang!"

While the Le family was busy comforting Le Zhengyang, several clear sword cries suddenly rang out from beyond the sky.

Thousands of imperial swords swept across the sky like a waterfall cascading from the heavens, striking directly at the Southern Legion's encampment. Several titled figures were swept up, and soon, some were reduced to blood mist amidst screams.

"Long Tianwu, what are you doing!"

Deep underground in the Le family compound, Le Zheng'en broke through his barrier and unleashed his holy light to attack the source of the Emperor Sword, where Long Tianwu, who was receiving the sword from the void, was descending.

"Your Angel Family is lax in managing its members; I'll clean house for you!"

Long Tianwu spoke coldly, and the Emperor Sword burst forth with thousands of rays of royal light, combining with Su Mengjun's sword to create a sword momentum that rivaled that of a quasi-god.

Le Zhengen emerged from seclusion early and was in poor condition. Long Tianwu, having received Feng Zaixing's gift of some sword insights to Ji Juechen, and having participated in the destruction of hidden families multiple times, now possessed all six soul bones, and at this moment, he even had a somewhat harmonious and unified charm.

The Emperor's twin swords clashed, overwhelming the holy angel!

On the floating island, the powerful members of the Le family soared into the sky, and angelic figures rose into the air, intending to help Le Zheng'en.

But it was quickly swept back by a piercing spearhead.

The void twisted, and Guan Yue, clad in magnificent armor, wielded the Heavenly Spear, arriving with imposing grandeur like a divine general descending to earth. Behind her emerged a series of war god figures, including Aruheng, totaling thirteen people.

Yu Guanzhi then appeared, holding the magic pen, shaking his head and sighing softly.

"Things are unpredictable. I never thought the Temple of War would launch its second major operation here."

Le Zhengyang suddenly looked up and gave a bitter smile: "You guys came really fast."

Yu Guanzhi chuckled lightly, his pupils turning icy cold: "Your son and grandson are sleazy, conspiring with those hidden sects to assassinate my granddaughter. I've only come to demand an explanation today; I'm already being very accommodating!"

Le Zheng'en flew over, gritting his teeth, and said, "Aren't you afraid that attacking us will affect the overall situation?!"

"When you attacked me, did you ever consider the bigger picture?"

Yu Xin appeared beside Yu Guanzhi, waving her sleeve and shouting, "Patriarch Le, you want to exterminate us, but you've forgotten that with Shi Tang down, your existence is no longer important!"

"You want to abandon and destroy us? We can wipe out all of you southern families!"

Le Zheng'en's face paled, and he was about to say something more when Le Zhengyang walked up to him and called out to the surroundings, "Who else has arrived? Show yourselves!"

"Zaixing, now that you're here, don't you even want to see me?"

The world was silent for a few seconds, then a soft sigh echoed from the sky.

"I originally planned to come in a few years, but the Yu family wanted to settle accounts, and the time was ripe, so I had to come earlier."

Under the watchful eyes of many, the eastern void distorted, and a young figure with long gray hair emerged, his bright eyes filled with vicissitudes, as if he had witnessed countless changes in the world.

Hundreds of black mechs appeared behind him, the entire Yixin Society had come out; Kong Yao and Luan Hongchen flanked him, protecting him in the center, and the powerful members of the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy had come out in full force!

As the long, gray hair came into view, Le Zhengyang's pupils contracted sharply, and his lips moved as if he had something to say but could not.

"well----"

Feng Zaixing sighed softly, his calm voice echoing through the heavens: "Everyone, show yourselves."

Suddenly, a torrent of soul light descended from all directions.

"Hey~!"

In the West, a giant phoenix of heavenly fire cleaved through the sky. Leng Yaozhu, barefoot, trod upon the fiery phoenix, the red clouds reflecting against the blue sky. Every phoenix feather exuded the power to burn mountains and boil seas, carrying the powerful members of the Phoenix Clan.

"Everyone, it's been a long time." Leng Yaozhu smiled at everyone.

"This, a quasi-god!" Le Zheng'en's pupils dilated in shock. Leng Yaozhu's aura was overwhelming, making it difficult for him to breathe. Clearly, she had taken the final step and reached the quasi-god realm!

But with her talent, how did she take that final step?

Le Zhengyang sensed something and painfully closed his eyes.

"The Titan family has come to lend a hand on Director Feng's orders!"

A new extreme aura erupted, with Yuanen Tiandang and his son Yuanen Zhentian occupying the southern position. Yuanen Zhentian's aura was like an abyss, and the Titan Giant Ape's light and shadow were magnificent and boundless. Large swathes of the void collapsed, and the Titan Giant Ape's light and shadow reached the sky, like an ancient beast tide.

The power of a quasi-god, the third quasi-god!

"How could this be?" Le Zheng'en looked dazed. When did there become so many quasi-gods in the world?

The Southern Legion was in turmoil, and some agile attackers, confident in their speed, fled through the air.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, spatial rifts opened up above the military camp, like giant beasts opening their deep maws to devour the terrified experts from the southern families.

A surge of spiritual power, like a torrent breaking through the earth, enveloped the sky and the ground. Yu Guanjun appeared, breaking through space, his eyes radiating golden light. He arrived with thousands of elites from the Central Legion and chuckled at the Le family members: "Thanks to Zaixing's help, I have broken through to the Divine Origin Realm. Your assassination of my Yu family members has finally given me the chance to vent my anger."

Throughout the universe, eight Limit Douluo displayed their power, four of whom were Quasi-Gods, capable of annihilating any strong individual in the world!

Feng Zaixing walked out, looked at Le Zhengyang and Le Zhengen, and said from a distance, "Today's matter is settled. Ancestor, Patriarch, it's time for you to make the decision."

Le Zhengyu's father gritted his teeth and said, "So this is Feng Zaixing, so this is a twelve-winged angel! My grandfather has been so kind to you, and you want to destroy the centuries-old foundation of my angelic family for a woman!"

Feng Zaixing raised an eyebrow: "Who do you think you are? I have never received any favors from you, so who gave you the right to question me!"

As he spoke, his spiritual power, like a small world, suddenly erupted, pressing down on Le Zhengyu's father from a distance, causing him to stagger backward and spit out several mouthfuls of blood.

After emerging from seclusion, Feng Zaixing's spiritual power stabilized at the Spirit Realm. The feedback from burning eighty years of his lifespan and the absorption of five evil soul masters by the Tree of Life continued to nourish his spiritual sea, allowing him to break through several levels and making him quite remarkable even in the Spirit Realm.

Le Zhengyu's father was only at the mid-stage of the Spirit Abyss Realm and had no power to resist.

Le Zhengyang stared at this scene of complete estrangement, slowly stood up, and said in a sorrowful voice, "My Angel Family admits defeat, and only wishes to spare our people; please do not kill indiscriminately."

Feng Zaixing shook his head: "Ancestor, you should know that when I take action, I eliminate evil completely; do not interfere any further, and I will guarantee that your lineage can continue to be passed down for a long time, otherwise—"

After saying that, his expression turned cold: "Kill, but kill anyone who resists; from this day forward, the Federation will no longer have an independent Southern Legion."

"Alright!" The four powerful figures responded, and hundreds of black mechs unleashed a barrage of fire, with the Federation's latest soul tools bombarding the Southern Legion's camp, covering the locations of the major families in the south.

Eight Limit Douluos and numerous powerful figures unleashed their skills, like tigers descending a mountain, unstoppable, leaving behind piles of blood.

"Ah ...

Xu Pojun, adhering to the principle of helping whoever wins, appears, his Purple Dragon Claw piercing through Le Zheng'en's chest, retracting a flower of blood, his smile cold.

"Take care."

"Ah!" Le Zheng'en cried out, his life extinguished on the spot.

A demigod has fallen.

A similar scene unfolded elsewhere on the battlefield, where Yue Zhengqing was the mastermind behind the assassination attempt, and Yu Guanzhi personally pursued and killed him, drawing several black dragons and tearing him apart alive.

Aruheng, Guyue, Na'er, Xu Miao, Wang Wen, Long Chen, Yu Xin—one by one, the core members of the Yixin Society unleashed their full power to storm the battlefield, quickly tearing the defenses of the southern families to shreds, with blood splattering and corpses raining down.

The earth has become a meat grinder, with dozens or even hundreds of lives disappearing every second. This is a bloody elegy, and the independent Southern family is destined to die a bloody death today.

"You all stay here, and don't move, even if you die!"

Le Zhengyang cried out in pain as he held down a dozen or so younger members of the Le family.

Yu Guanjun, Leng Yaozhu, and Guan Yue formed a triangle, surrounding Le Zhengyang. Le Zhengyang had no will to fight and cried out, "Enough! You've killed enough! I can send them all to the Abyss Battlefield, or anywhere else. Please, spare their lives!"

Feng Zaixing drifted down and said, "None of those involved in the assassination can be spared. The others, kneel down now, swear allegiance to the Federation, and disband your families, and I will spare their lives."

"I may say this is just the beginning. All those involved with the Yu family have been purged. I regret that things have come to this."

Le Zhengyang sobbed, "If I had known this would happen, I should have told you sooner!"

Feng Zaixing sighed, "You shouldn't have implicated others. Now that Yu Xin is involved, the situation is no longer under my control; and besides, Ancestor—"

He opened his eyes wide: "I hate traitors more than anything in my life! I am not a dog that the Yue family can summon and dismiss at will, not a knife that you can control and discard at will!"

"I never forget the Yue family, nor you and Zhengyu, whenever I achieve something. Yet your descendants treat me like a lackey. I am a human being; I have my own thoughts!"

"I helped Zheng Yu evolve his martial soul. If your descendants knew the truth, they would surely be insatiable. If the Le family is not destroyed, I will definitely suffer the consequences one day!"

Le Zhengyang stared at him blankly, looking much older in an instant: "That's true."

Upon hearing this, the members of the Yue family all turned ashen-faced.

The five major military families no longer include the Yue family.

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