Douluo Continent: The Evil Tiger Subdues the Eight Desolations, and Marries Zhu Zhuqing

Wei Qingshan was thrown into the air, rolled seven or eight times on the ground, and finally lay face down in the mud.

The twenty-odd Soul Masters behind him fared even worse.

The closer the distance, the weaker the defense, and when the shockwave came, there was no time to react; they were blasted dozens of meters away.

Several Soul Master level cultivators fainted on the spot.

Wei Qingshan lay on the ground, his mouth full of dirt and the taste of blood.

His ears were ringing and his vision was blurry.

"I never expected..." Wei Qingshan struggled to prop himself up halfway from the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his voice hoarse beyond recognition.

"A Soul King... is this strong..."

He glanced back at the figure still standing straight in the distance.

"As expected of the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall... truly living up to his reputation..."

On the city wall, Xiao Zhan finally moved.

He saw Wei Qingshan blasted away, and saw the more than twenty soul masters from Xingluo staggering about, unable to get up.

The opportunity is here.

"Pass on the order!"

Xiao Zhan's voice changed abruptly; it was no longer that of the calm and collected Grand Marshal, but that of an iron-blooded general commanding the three armies.

"All Soul Master teams at the front, attack immediately! The enemy Soul Masters are already severely wounded; kill them now!"

The flag bearers on the city wall swiftly relayed the orders, and the bugle sounded again.

The soul masters of the Heaven Dou Empire rushed out of the defensive line outside the city wall and pounced on the Star Luo soul masters who had fallen to the ground.

Wei Qingshan was startled when he heard the shouts of battle coming from the direction of Tian Dou.

"Retreat immediately!" Wei Qingshan roared hoarsely.

"Everyone, get out of here! Everyone who can run, run!"

He struggled to his feet and limped away.

Those Star Luo Soul Masters who were still conscious also ran after them, supporting each other and scrambling back to safety.

Those who are unconscious cannot be cared for.

The Heavenly Dou Soul Masters caught up and quickly surrounded the Star Luo Soul Masters who couldn't run anymore, eliminating them in no time.

Wei Qingshan glanced back and saw his men falling one by one. His eyes were red, but he dared not stop.

To stop is to die.

He led the remaining ten or so men and fled desperately toward the Star Luo Empire.

The sounds of battle gradually faded into the distance.

Cheers erupted from the city walls.

"We won!!"

"They've driven them away! The Star Luo people have escaped!"

"Finally won a game!!"

The soldiers raised their weapons above their heads, their faces flushed with excitement.

They had been fighting on the front lines for more than half a year, constantly being suppressed by Xingluo, and their morale was extremely low.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were on the young man who was slowly walking back across the wasteland.

Zhu Zhuqing walked beside him, the two of them side by side.

Xiao Zhan watched this scene in silence for a long time.

The Phantom beside him leaned closer: "Grand Marshal, what are you thinking about?"

Xiao Zhan didn't turn around, but only said one sentence.

"This kid... is a monster."

Inside the military camp's command tent.

Xiao Zhan sat in the main seat, with a pot of tea on the table in front of him, but he had no interest in drinking it.

Lin Ye and Zhu Zhuqing sat at the lower end of the table.

Zhu Zhuqing sat quietly, expressionless.

Lin Ye leaned back in his chair, his posture casual.

There were only the three of them inside the tent; Meiying and Lin Dong had been sent out by Xiao Zhan.

"Young Brother Lin Ye," Xiao Zhan spoke, his voice more polite than when he was at the city gate.

"Thanks to you this time, otherwise my Heavenly Dou Empire would have suffered a great loss of troops."

"You're too kind," Lin Ye said with a smile, waving his hand.

"It was just a small favor."

"It's just a small favor?" Xiao Zhan thought to himself with a wry smile.

He wiped out two thousand people with one move and then severely injured all of the enemy's Soul Masters with another. Is that what you call a piece of cake?

His Soul Emperor-level lieutenants had fought for more than half a year and had never achieved such results.

The difference between people can sometimes be greater than the difference between a person and a dog.

"Young Brother Lin Ye, your cultivation is truly admirable at such a young age." Xiao Zhan picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"However, there is something I'm unsure whether I should say."

"Please speak, Grand Marshal."

"You performed amazingly on the battlefield today, but the battlefield is not a wrestling ring."

"Once or twice is fine, but in the long run, you alone can't hold up the entire defense line. The Star Luo Empire's foundation is deeper than you think; they have more than just one or two Soul Saints."

Lin Ye nodded:

"I know. That's why I came to talk to the Grand Marshal about the alliance, isn't it?"

Xiao Zhan put down his teacup.

He looked into Lin Ye's eyes.

There was no tension or anxiety in the young man's eyes.

He sat there calmly, as if he already knew the outcome of the negotiations.

Xiao Zhan went over it in his mind again and again.

He knew the current state of the Heaven Dou Empire better than anyone else.

The frontline forces are insufficient, and the quality of the Soul Master teams is inferior to that of Xingluo.

The food supply has run into problems. The imperial court is still stalling, and reinforcements are slow to arrive.

If the fighting continues at the current rate, this defensive line will not hold in another three months.

Once the defenses are breached, the Star Luo Empire's iron cavalry can penetrate straight into the heart of Tian Dou.

By then it was too late.

And the Spirit Hall...

Xiao Zhan wasn't stupid; he knew that the Spirit Hall's help wasn't charity.

There's no such thing as a free lunch; the Spirit Hall must have its own motives.

But so what?

The current situation is that if we don't form an alliance, we're doomed.

If we join the alliance, at least we can survive.

As for what the Spirit Hall is really up to, we'll talk about that after we defeat the Star Luo.

You have to survive first before you can think about what comes next.

"it is good."

Xiao Zhan spoke.

Lin Ye raised an eyebrow: "What does the Grand Marshal mean?"

"I agree to form an alliance with the Spirit Hall." Xiao Zhan's voice was deep, and every word was resolute.

His expression didn't change much when he said those words.

But Lin Ye noticed that his fingers tightened around the teacup.

Making this decision was not easy for Xiao Zhan.

He is the Grand Marshal of the Heavenly Dou Empire, not just himself.

Theoretically, forming an alliance with the Spirit Hall requires the approval of the imperial court.

But the situation at the front could change in an instant, and he had the authority to act first and report later.

Moreover, to put it bluntly, the imperial court didn't have many options.

"However..." Xiao Zhan paused for a moment.

"Alliance is one thing, but as for the specifics of how we'll cooperate, I need to hear your thoughts first."

Lin Ye sat up straight.

"It's very simple," he said.

"Militarily, Zhu Qing and I will directly participate in frontline operations. Give me a team, not many, just a hundred men. I'll lead it, I'll fight it."

Xiao Zhan frowned: "A hundred people?"

"Yes, give me a hundred elite Soul Masters, that's enough. Large-scale troop operations are your business, I won't interfere. I'll only focus on spearheading, assaults, and taking down the toughest targets."

Xiao Zhan thought for a moment.

This suggestion is not excessive; in fact, it could be considered quite reasonable.

He had already seen Lin Ye's fighting style today; it was a style of fighting that relied on overwhelming personal strength.

Such a person is not suitable for commanding large armies, but when used as a spearhead, the effect is amazing.

Give him a hundred elite troops and let him lead them to fight the toughest nuts to crack on the enemy, while the main force is responsible for the frontal advance...

This combination is feasible.

"Second." Lin Ye held up two fingers.

"I need an identity. Give me a formal military rank, even if it's just a nominal one."

"I need to be present in the military with a legitimate identity, not as an 'outsider'."

"Righteous and legitimate?" Xiao Zhan looked at him.

What military rank do you want?