Douluo: The Holy Radiance of the Dragon King

Chapter 224 The Sincerity of the Ancient Clan, Yuan En Ye Hui vs. Long Yue: We Can't Lose!

"Your Majesty, it's been a long time."

"I am old and frail, but Director Feng's charm is even greater than before."

"Your Majesty flatters me—"

In the reception room, Feng Zaixing lifted his robe and sat down, smiling as he looked at this demigod whose appearance was seven or eight parts similar to Qian Gu Dongfeng, but whose personality was completely different.

Qian Gu Qingfeng was also observing the young man in front of him. Feng Zaixing had a handsome face, a tall and slender figure, clear and bright eyes, and a calm and composed demeanor. He had an extraordinary air about him and his imposing presence was already established.

"With such a handsome appearance, it's hard to imagine that you have such a strong personality."

"A thousand-year-old breeze" murmured to himself, smiling as he glanced at his wife beside him, "Cold Rhyme Douluo Xia Zheng Leng."

Xia Zhengleng understood and took out two gold-embossed gift boxes. The members of the Spirit Pagoda behind them carried over a series of fine iron boxes and placed them in front of Feng Zaixing.

The boxes were opened one by one, each containing rare treasures, including life-bearing creatures over ten thousand years old, rare metals such as deep-sea silver and extreme yang blood gold, and soul bones over a thousand years old.

Yu Xin looked at each item with her eyes. These things would be a great fortune for a Limit Douluo, but for them, they were better than nothing.

The Spirit Pagoda controls countless resources, and the Federation is not to be trifled with, not to mention they use war to sustain war.

Feng Zaixing glanced at it and lost interest. He smiled and looked at the gift box in Xia Zheng's cold hand, raising his hand to ask, "I wonder what this is?"

Qian Gu Qingfeng solemnly took the token from his wife's hand, opened it, and inside lay two tokens bearing the seal script characters "Chuan Ling".

The Purgatory Douluo said in a clear voice, "I am here on behalf of the Qian Gu Clan to apologize for the previous misunderstanding and to thank Director Feng for showing leniency towards Zhang Ting."

"These two tokens are treasures that my ancient family obtained through contributions. With them, you can exchange them for the souls of ferocious beasts treasured in my Spirit Pagoda."

He added, "And there is no time limit."

Upon hearing this, a hint of joy flashed in Feng Zaixing's eyes. He cupped his hands in greeting and accepted the two tokens.

"Alright, in that case, I'll gladly accept your offer."

Qian Gu Qingfeng accepted the gift and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He then said, "Dongfeng colluded with the Holy Spirit Cult, a crime that cannot be forgiven. Father has already stripped him of his position as Tower Master and severely punished him, imprisoning him at the top of the Spirit Transmission Tower. He will not be born again before Father dies."

Xia Zheng spoke coldly and seriously: "Qian Gu Dong Feng was punished by the old tower master. Many people in the Spirit Tower witnessed this. It was not something we were doing perfunctorily. He is still recuperating in bed."

When Qian Gu Die Ting was enraged, he struck Qian Gu Dong Feng three times with solid force. Even without using the Panlong Staff, Qian Gu Dong Feng could not withstand the blows.

If the Panlong Staff Technique were used, Qian Gu Dongfeng would be in trouble even if he could breathe.

Feng Zaixing waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care, and said casually, "As long as he publicly declares that he colluded with the Holy Spirit Cult for his own selfish reasons and is permanently dismissed from his post, I don't care if he still tries to pull some tricks."

He paused, his eyes burning, and his tone gradually rose: "I know that you two are of extraordinary character and have never interfered in matters of the Spirit Pagoda; therefore, I have a certain respect for you two, and I hope that the Qian Gu family will not produce such scoundrels in the future."

"Otherwise, things wouldn't have been swept under the rug today."

Qian Gu Qingfeng felt a cold sweat run down his back upon hearing this. He took a deep breath and nodded, saying, "Of course, of course. I will definitely relay these words back to my father."

For some reason, when he talked to the person in front of him, he had the illusion that he was talking to a quasi-god. The other person's spiritual power was far above his own. He really didn't know what level of cultivation the other person had reached.

Feng Zaixing nodded slightly and said, "I have no interest in keeping Qian Gu Zhang Ting locked up. You can take him away at any time. The students of Chuan Ling Academy are innocent and can leave at any time as well."

"But we don't need to talk about the others in the Star Luo Empire branch. Some of them died on the night of the attack, and the rest are now under the control of Deputy Tower Master Leng."

The couple, Qian Gu Qing Feng and his wife, were taken aback. Xia Zheng coldly asked, "What about the Witch Douluo, Li Mengjie? She—"

Yu Xin spoke up from the side, her tone indifferent: "She perished in that battle."

During that night raid, Li Mengjie was the second most skilled attacker after Dark Bell, attracting a great deal of hatred. Her divine artifact was coveted by Luan Hongchen, who was also a staunch supporter of the Qian Gu family.

Therefore, Li Mengjie is dead. Although she was killed afterward, she still perished that night.

In fact, all of the Iron Rod's men from the Qian Gu family had perished that night. Only some ordinary experts who were just working for him survived. The experts from the Star Luo Continent's Spirit Pagoda who were loyal to Zhang Geyang were also hacked to pieces by the experts brought by Feng Zaixing during this period.

After all, while he gets the meat, others also get the soup. Since Feng Zaixing killed Zhang Geyang, the resources under Zhang Geyang's command naturally belonged to many senior experts, which was a bit of extra income.

Xia Zheng Leng and Qian Gu Qing Feng felt regretful upon hearing this, but they dared not say anything more. They sighed and went to find the abandoned Qian Gu Zhang Ting.

If you're weaker than others, you won't have much say. Feng Zaixing isn't some useless coward who's timid even after winning a fight. It's already a great achievement that they were able to bring back Qian Gu Zhang Ting.

After seeing off the couple, Qian Gu Qingfeng and his wife, Feng Zaixingchong smiled gently at Yu Xin, took their hands, and stepped out, using the power of space to travel to the Xingluo Grand Stadium.

"Who will be playing against whom in today's semifinals?" Feng Zaixing asked with a smile.

Yu Xin said leisurely, "One match is Na'er versus Long Chen, and the other is Ye Hui versus Long Yue. Long Chen will definitely lose the first match, only the second match is worth watching."

Feng Zaixing was slightly surprised to hear this and asked, "Where's Zhengyu? Did he run into Yehui and Na'er earlier?"

Yu Xinzhen shook her head slightly and said, "We encountered Long Yue. His six-winged angel and Long Yue's mountain dragon are both divine-level martial souls, but there is a big difference in their cultivation levels, and their control is far inferior to yours. We were defeated."

"I see—"

Feng Zaixing's gaze deepened upon hearing this. He glanced sideways, his eyes landing on Le Zhengyu, before he smiled helplessly and said, "He still hasn't fully refined the essence of my blood that I unleashed back then; I hope this kid won't become another Qian Renxue, possessing an incredibly powerful martial soul but unable to achieve any effect—uh, what are you doing?"

But then Yu Xin's eyebrows shot up, her slender hand broke free from Feng Zaixing's grasp and landed on his waist. She twisted it hard with three fingers.

Although Feng Zaixing was physically strong, he would not normally use his innate secret techniques to protect his own people, so he was slightly hurt when pinched.

"I had no idea you burned through eighty years of your lifespan beforehand; you deliberately sent me away, and I haven't settled accounts with you yet."

Yu Xin gritted her teeth, a deep resentment appearing in her eyes, quite different from her usual heroic spirit.

Seeing this, Feng Zaixing was speechless and said, "This happened so long ago, why are you bringing it up now?"

Yu Xin rolled her eyes, half annoyed and half pleased: "Of course I couldn't bully you when your injuries weren't healed before, but it doesn't matter now."

Feng Zaixing shook his head and sighed, "Back then, when I was at the sixth ring and you were at the seventh, you could still hold your own against me. Now that I'm at the eighth ring and you're at the seventh, it's much harder for you to bully me."

As she spoke, she gently manipulated her muscles, her body bouncing off Yu Xin's pinching attack, and said, "Don't pinch my waist all the time. Who did you learn this habit from?"

Yu Xin didn't answer, but changed the subject, saying, "You don't need to worry about these things. Just focus on the battle between Ye Hui and Long Yue."

Upon hearing this, Feng Zaixing glanced at the arena, quickly relaxed, and smiled, "After all, Ye Hui is my personal disciple, so the chances of winning this match are at least 70%."

At this moment, Yuanen Yehui and Long Yue have both entered the arena. They clasp their hands in a gesture of respect, which is quite ancient in style.

"Long Yue, Martial Soul Mountain Dragon, Level 69 Defense-type Battle Soul Emperor."

Facing Yuanen Yehui, Long Yue was not careless at all. He took the initiative to report his martial soul and level. His eyes under his bald head were serious and his body was slightly tense.

"Yuan En Ye Hui, Martial Soul Titan Giant Ape, Level 64 Power Attack Type Battle Soul Emperor."

Yuan Enhui spoke in a clear voice. At the age of seventeen, she had cultivated to this level. Although she could not compare with her father and teacher, it was still extremely amazing.

Today, the Federation side is seated in the highest spectator seats. Accompanying Enci and Dai Tianling is none other than Yuanen Zhentian. He said with a smile, "Holy Dragon Douluo, I bet my granddaughter can beat your disciple today."

Enci rolled her eyes inwardly and said, "We'll see."

Long Yue's Mountain Dragon Martial Soul bloodline is incredibly powerful, far surpassing that of his Bright Sacred Dragon. During this period, he has received intensive training from the Tang Sect, resulting in significant improvements in his cultivation and soul rings. Coupled with his two-word battle armor, he possesses the strength to shake ordinary title holders.

Just hearing a quasi-god say that, Enci and Dai Tianling couldn't help but secretly wipe their sweat. The Federation's geniuses were too strong. Na'er and Yuanen Yehui were top-notch. Gu Yue and Yu Xin didn't participate. There was still a mountain behind these people.

"boom!"

Two bright yellow, domineering halos erupted on the arena, and the fluctuations of the earth element were unprecedentedly intense. The light and shadow of the Mountain Dragon King that appeared behind Long Yue were like cities built on the continent. Yuan En Hui's Titan Giant Ape light and shadow stood tall and firm, pounding its chest like the king of all beasts, with a powerful roar.

Judging solely from their clash of auras, the two were evenly matched, and the restless earth element was split in two and surged toward the two; however, the stronger one clearly noticed that more earth element surged toward Yuan En Ye Hui, whose spiritual power was superior to Long Yue's.

"What's going on? Her spiritual power is approaching the Spirit Abyss Realm?" Enci exclaimed inwardly, sensing that something was amiss.

Dragon Leap's six rings were all black, while Yuanen Yehui's were an undisguised display of five black and one orange rings. There was also a significant difference in their spirit rings: "Mountains and Rivers!"

Long Yue knew that Yuanen Yehui was not easy to deal with. He stomped his giant foot on the ground, causing the ground on the arena to crack. Small mountains, like sword blades, surged out and instantly covered the entire arena, crashing down on Yuanen Yehui's body.

"I have no way out in this battle. If I can't even defeat you, I don't know how the people's confidence will collapse."

Long Yue stared at Yuan Enhui across the mountains, his face full of scars and his expression extremely solemn. The other party was only Feng Zaixing's personal disciple, and his strength was far inferior to his master's: among the geniuses under the age of twenty in the Sun Moon Federation, his strength ranked only in the top five.

If he, the number one genius of Xingluo, were to lose this battle, the confidence of the people would surely collapse. He simply could not afford to lose.

"You have no way out, but do you think I do?"

Yuan Enhui manipulated the air, and the Titan Giant Ape behind her used its soul power to condense two towering hands, smashing mountains one after another with unparalleled power.

With a leap, she suddenly wielded two massive hammers, which she swung down with a deafening sonic boom.

"Beating you is my graduation exam. If I can't even beat you, I'll get a severe scolding when I get back."