Douluo Continent: My name is Yang Jian, and I achieved sainthood through my physical body

"Yes, Your Majesty. The Spirit Hall has raised the banner of acting on behalf of Heaven and officially declared war on the Star Luo Empire."

The eunuch lowered his head and spoke very softly, afraid of upsetting the emperor.

Emperor Xueye coughed violently, bending over with the force of the cough, tears streaming down his face.

He gripped the edge of the bed, panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.

"Will my Heavenly Dou Empire be next...?"

A deep sense of worry welled up in Emperor Xueye's heart.

Now that Yang Jian has ascended to the position of Pope, the first thing he does is to take action against the Star Luo Empire.

He wanted to do something, but he couldn't find fault with the Spirit Hall.

He had seen all the evidence that had been spread, and every single one of them was irrefutable and irrefutable.

If you join forces with the Star Luo Empire to resist the Spirit Hall out of fear that the Heaven Dou Empire will become the next target, what will your own people think?

They would definitely think he was aiding and abetting evil, and that he was unworthy to be emperor.

The contents of those incriminating pieces of evidence were shocking even to him, let alone ordinary people.

Emperor Xueye was caught in a dilemma.

He neither wanted to sit and wait for his death, nor dared to make any rash moves.

In his dilemma, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, a sweet taste in his throat, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Blood stained the bedding.

The eunuch was terrified and screamed, "Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

Several imperial physicians rushed in, frantically taking pulses and administering acupuncture, turning the entire palace into chaos.

In the prince's residence.

Qian Renxue sat at her desk, holding a piece of intelligence, which she had been reading for a long time.

After reading the last line, she put down the intelligence report, stood up, walked to the window, and opened it.

The night wind blew in through the window, stirring her robes and long hair.

She removed her disguise, revealing her true, stunning beauty.

Her long, golden hair swayed gently in the night breeze, and the moonlight shone on her face, outlining her features with exceptional softness.

She gazed in the direction of the Spirit Hall, a smile playing on her lips. "Yang Jian, you really can't wait."

Her voice was soft, carrying a hint of appreciation and anticipation.

But soon, she remembered something, and the smile on her face became somewhat shy.

Once Yang Jian destroys the Star Luo Empire and she takes control of the Heaven Dou Empire, it seems she will marry him.

This was told to her by her grandfather himself.

She remembers that when she heard her grandfather make this arrangement, her first thought was happiness.

Because in her eyes, only Yang Jian was worthy of her in this world.

Moreover, she had a good impression of Yang Jian and was not resistant to him.

She thought of Yang Jian's always expressionless face and his unfathomable eyes, and a feeling she couldn't quite explain welled up inside her.

Qian Renxue was momentarily lost in thought. The moonlight shone on her face, making her expression exceptionally clear.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and her eyes held a hint of longing.

But he quickly regained his composure and reverted to his original identity as Xue Qinghe.

Soto City, Shrek Academy.

Flander, Zhao Wuji, Yu Xiaogang, Tang San, Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun sat around a dilapidated classroom, the atmosphere as oppressive as the sky before a storm.

Flander sat beside the podium, holding a leaflet in his hand, and said in a heavy tone, "The Spirit Hall is leading a large army to prepare to attack the Star Luo Empire."

His voice was low, tinged with helplessness.

Zhao Wuji sat beside him, his hands on his knees, and sighed, unsure of what to say. He was never good with words, and at a time like this, he was even more at a loss for what to say.

Yu Xiaogang has become a cripple.

His dantian shattered, and he lost all his soul power, turning him from a level 29 soul master into a piece of trash who was even worse than an ordinary person.

His face was as pale as paper, his lips were purple, and he exuded an aura of dejection.

He gripped the table for support, nearly losing his balance. His teeth were clenched, his eyes filled with resentment and hatred.

"That damned brat, he's actually accomplished so much. Not only did he dethrone Bibi Dong from the papacy, but he also took it for himself. And that's not all, now he's going to attack the Star Luo Empire... Does he want to unify the continent?"

Tang San sat in the corner, head down, hands gripping his knees.

His fists were clenched so tightly they cracked.

He knew that he might never be able to take revenge in his lifetime.

He was unwilling to accept it, but there was nothing he could do.

Yang Jian is the same age as him, but he has already reached a height that Yang Jian can never reach.

He couldn't even see the other person's back, let alone catch up with them.

Those images kept replaying in his mind, each time causing him immense heartache.

Dai Mubai collapsed to the ground, his face deathly pale, having lost all hope.

"How is this possible... The Star Luo Empire... My home... Is it going to be destroyed?"

He didn't want to believe it, but it turned out that the probability was very high.

Although the Star Luo Empire is powerful, it lacks high-end combat power and has no titled Douluo in charge.

On the other hand, the Spirit Hall has several publicly known Title Douluos, making them impossible to defeat.

Crucially, the Spirit Hall also stands on the moral high ground, occupying absolute justice and morality.

The spread of those incriminating evidences has made the Star Luo Empire infamous internationally, and no one dares to stand up for them.

Dai Mubai was filled with despair, and his eyes turned red.

But the thought of Yang Jian's prowess made him tremble with fear.

He had personally experienced the terror of that person and could never forget it for the rest of his life.

Oscar and Ma Hongjun also fell silent.

They sat in the corner, heads down, even their breathing was careful.

They felt so powerless and insignificant, as if no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't change anything.

They once thought they were strong and talented, but in front of true powerhouses and prodigies, they were not even as good as ants.

Chapter 183 Peace Negotiations

The council hall of the Star Luo Empire's imperial palace.

Emperor Xingluo sat on the high dragon throne, wearing a golden dragon robe and a golden crown, his face majestic yet haggard.

Dozens of ministers, both civil and military, young and old, stood before him.

But at this moment, everyone had their heads down and didn't say a word, like a group of eggplants that had been hit by frost.

The atmosphere in the main hall was extremely oppressive; even breathing could be clearly heard.

"Speak up!" Emperor Xingluo slammed his hand on the armrest, his voice echoing through the hall and shaking the windowpanes. "What should we do now?"

His voice was filled with suppressed anger and a deep sense of powerlessness.

The ministers remained silent for a long time; no one dared to speak, and no one wanted to be the first to speak out.

Finally, the Foreign Minister stepped forward and cautiously said, "Your Majesty, perhaps... we should negotiate peace?"

His voice was very soft, as if he were testing the waters.

This proposal immediately garnered support from many people.

They all nodded in agreement, chattering about the benefits of peace talks.

"That's right, Your Majesty. The Spirit Hall is too powerful; we can't defeat them."

"Peace talks can at least preserve the empire and prevent its demise."

"Where there's life, there's hope."

The ministers' voices rose and fell, chattering amongst themselves.

Emperor Xingluo sneered, his gaze sharp as a knife as he swept across the faces of the ministers.

"What utter nonsense about peace talks! Do you want me to be condemned for all time and become a monarch who surrenders?"

Of course, there was another reason he didn't say.

That means Davis is dead.

His eldest son, the successor he had been grooming for over twenty years, died.

He was unwilling to surrender to the murderer.

His son died, yet the father offered to make peace with the murderer; he couldn't do that.

He could not accept this humiliation.

Upon hearing his words, the minister below curled his lips slightly, thinking: The Spirit Hall's army consists of Spirit Masters, whose combat power is several times stronger than that of ordinary people, and there are also many Title Douluos. How are we supposed to fight them?

The country is on the verge of collapse, why would it care about surrendering?

However, they dared not say it out loud, and could only lower their heads and remain silent.

Many ministers shared the same idea, but no one dared to voice it.

"call……"

After calming down, Emperor Xingluo realized that he was no match for the Spirit Hall.

He eventually gave in, his tone softening somewhat.