Douluo: The Peerless Tang Sect - The Ordinary Life of a Supporting Character

Wang Nan frowned as he listened to Jin Peng's words.

Limit Douluo is indeed not someone an ordinary Soul Master can stop, especially since Death God Douluo Ye Xishui is also a level nine Soul Master. Besides her most famous Death God Tower, she must have other Soul Tools at her disposal.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was an army in himself.

Long Aotian's expression was also grim. The Sun Moon Empire was difficult to resist, but those reclusive sects were reluctant to come out of seclusion. It was already quite difficult for them to hold Tianling City. Now that they heard the news from the Star Luo Empire, they wanted to send reinforcements but were powerless to do so.

"Elder Jin, I have come here to bid farewell to your sect."

Just as everyone was silent, Wang Nan suddenly spoke up.

"To be honest, you've seen the situation in Tianling City. Although we successfully raided the Sun Moon Empire's military camp a few days ago and managed to catch our breath, the sect leader's old injuries have relapsed, and he's currently in seclusion to heal—"

Jin Peng stood up. "I wonder if you could stay in the city and lend us a hand? All compensation is negotiable."

"Elder Jin, you misunderstand. It's not that I'm unwilling, but I'm also a citizen of the Star Luo Empire. Upon hearing the news of the fall of Mingdou Mountain Range and Tianming City, I simply cannot stay here any longer."

"I see. In that case, I can't keep you here." Jin Peng's expression darkened, and he sighed softly. "I don't want to say anything more. I just hope we can meet again in the future."

Wang Nan glanced at Jin Peng a couple of times. Although the words sounded ominous, the Heavenly Soul Empire was currently at a disadvantage, and Jin Peng's words were probably more about himself.

Goodbye.

"Hmph, I think those sects are far inferior to Brother Wang. Do they have even the slightest sense of national responsibility?"

"Young Sect Master, please be careful with your words." Jin Peng knew who Long Aotian was referring to. After watching Wang Nan's figure disappear into the horizon, he withdrew his gaze. "If Tianling City falls, I hope that the Young Sect Master can lead the remaining disciples of the sect to hide in a remote place, so as to leave some incense offerings for my Body Sect."

"Elder Jin, what do you mean by this?"

"This is also the sect leader's intention—" Jin Peng said, then waved his hand, "Never mind, I'll explain these matters to you after the sect leader comes out of seclusion."

Long Aotian looked at Jin Peng and sighed heavily, but ultimately did not pursue the matter further.

In Yuming City, Duke Dai Hao of the White Tiger slowly opened his eyes, but then felt a wave of discomfort in his chest and couldn't help coughing a few times.

"Father." Dai Yueheng, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately stepped forward.

"It's nothing." Dai Hao waved his hand. Although he said it was nothing, his face was pale and his lips were cracked. For a titled Dou Sui to show such fatigue showed that his internal injuries were more serious.

"Father, shall we ask His Holiness the Immortal Physician to examine you again?"

"No need," Dai Hao hurriedly stopped him. "My injuries can heal with just rest. By the way, how are the other Title Douluos in the city?"

"Apart from His Majesty Xingluo, the others will need to rest for a few more days to recover from their injuries."

"Alas, I'm afraid the Sun Moon Empire won't give us this opportunity," Dai Hao sighed.

As a Title Douluo, he had a clearer understanding of the gap between ordinary Title Douluos and Limit Douluos. The Death God Douluo alone was enough to deal with several Super Douluos, not to mention that the Sun Moon Empire had other Level 9 Soul Masters and Soul Master Corps.

Now that all the titled Douluo on the Star Luo Empire's side are suffering from injuries, the Sun Moon Empire will definitely take this opportunity to attack.

"Marshal, someone outside requests an audience."

Just as Dai Hao was frowning in distress, the voice of a messenger suddenly rang out from outside the door.

Meanwhile, outside Yuming City, the army of the Sun Moon Empire was gradually approaching.

Beneath Yuming City, on a vast plain, the army of the Sun Moon Empire had assembled, with several Soul Master regiments ready to depart.

The sound of soul-guided cannons had already rang out from the city wall, but several beams of light from within the army gathered together to form a huge light shield that enveloped the entire force, so the soul-guided cannons on the Yuming city wall did not cause any damage.

Linked Soul Tools are a unique technology of the Sun Moon Empire. With this ability, they can link several Soul Tools together for attack or defense, maximizing the effectiveness of their army.

The Sun Moon Empire did not immediately retaliate, but instead gathered its troops and gradually approached. They did not need the power of soul tools; the sound of the soldiers' continuous footsteps was enough to carry far. The deep and orderly sound was like thunder, or a war song.

However, the garrison on Yuming City was not a new recruit. Even in the face of such momentum, they remained calm and continued to issue orders. The city walls were bustling with people, and the sound of soul-guided cannons could be heard from time to time.

As time passed, it was not the approaching Sun Moon Empire army that launched the first attack.

Instead, it was a beam of light that shot out from behind the army.

Even though it was daytime, the light was still dazzling, making it difficult to look directly at it.

A white protective shield appeared on Yuming City, but it shattered instantly under this light, and the white light shot straight towards the top of the city.

Just then, the ground began to tremble, and a yellowish-brown light rose from the ground, converging towards the top of Yuming City.

The white light fell, but was blocked by a pair of huge bull horns, and slowly dissipated in the earthy yellow luster.

Sensing this powerful aura, Long Xiaoyao, who was meditating at the rear of the military camp, suddenly opened his eyes.

"The Shrek Academy people have arrived."

"Shrek—" Ye Xishui's voice slowly drifted out, "It's that old guy's academy—..."

Ye Xishui's tone was full of nostalgia.

Long Xiaoyao turned and glanced at her. He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but since a few days ago, Ye Xishui seemed to be bringing up their past together quite often.

"My lord!" Ye Xishui was still reminiscing about the past when the voice of a messenger came from outside the tent.

"What is it?"

"The siege of Yuming City has dragged on for a long time without success, and the Empire has suffered considerable losses. The commander would like to ask you—"

Before the messenger could finish speaking, a chilling aura emanated from Ye Xishui's side. Long Xiaoyao raised his hand but did not stop it.

"I made two moves, and you couldn't even take down Yuming City?"

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The messenger outside the tent was already kneeling on the ground, trembling, unable to utter a complete sentence.

"Fine, although I promised that old guy I wouldn't attack Shrek Academy, since they've delivered themselves to my doorstep, I don't owe him anything anymore."

In the blink of an eye, Ye Xishui had disappeared from the tent, and Long Xiaoyao, who was beside her, followed her in a flash.

Only when the two had disappeared completely and their presence could no longer be felt did the messenger outside the tent slowly stand up.

The aura he just felt was still making his body tremble, and it took him a while to recover.

He glanced up at the sky, then quickly lowered his head, quietly concealing the resentment in his eyes.