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

The smile on her lips never changed the moment she stepped out of the palace gates.

In a while, this old man will die.

Emperor Xueye's illness worsened, and he grew weaker day by day, knowing he could only hold on for a few more months at most.

At that time, I will be able to ascend the throne and rightfully control the entire Heavenly Dou Empire.

She almost burst out laughing, but she forced herself to control her expression.

She quickened her pace and headed out of the palace, in a very good mood.

She looked forward to meeting Yang Jian.

Meanwhile, the high-ranking members of the Spirit Hall who remained there also received the news.

They converted the conference room into a banquet hall, set out fine wines and delicacies, and held a celebratory banquet.

Some people were drinking and talking loudly, some were eating meat with chopsticks, and some were banging on the table and singing off-key songs.

Those who had once questioned Yang Jian were now happier than anyone else.

They came to serve in the Spirit Hall not primarily to benefit the people, but simply to gain power and wealth.

Now that Yang Jian has conquered the Star Luo Empire, the Spirit Hall's territory has expanded, and the profits have increased significantly. He's absolutely thrilled.

No one objected to Yang Jian becoming pope anymore; they wished he could conquer even more forces.

In the other side of the shrine, Sendo Ryu knelt before the statue of the angel and prayed.

He closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and his lips moved slightly, as if he were reciting some ancient scripture.

Golden Crocodile Douluo walked in, stood behind him, and began to recount the situation of the Star Luo Empire.

Qian Daoliu nodded slightly, without opening his eyes, and simply said, "I understand."

He didn't want to know too much about this matter; the overall situation was already settled, and there shouldn't be any unexpected events.

Next, all that's left is for Xiaoxue to take control of the Heaven Dou Empire, and then the Spirit Hall will be able to unify the continent.

He closed his eyes again, extended his spiritual power, and glanced at Bibi Dong, who was imprisoned in the dungeon.

He noticed that the evil aura emanating from the other person was growing stronger and stronger, and that the other person was constantly trying to break free from their restraints.

The golden chains were trembling slightly, making a rattling sound, as if they might break at any moment.

At this rate, Bibi Dong can only be trapped for another month at most.

She will surely break free of the seal in a month.

Qian Daoliu frowned slightly, a sense of unease rising in his heart.

Chapter 190 Dai Mubai's Collapse

In the early morning at Shrek Academy, the air is filled with the scent of dew and earth.

On the playground, several early-rising sparrows hopped and chirped among the grass, looking for food.

A few birdsongs drifted from the distant mountains and forests, mingling with the rustling of leaves in the wind, creating an exceptionally tranquil atmosphere.

But this tranquility was soon shattered.

A series of hurried and chaotic footsteps came from the stone path beside the playground.

Tang San, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar were running on the playground. This was a rule set by Flander: they had to run thirty laps every morning without fail.

They had already run more than twenty laps and were now panting heavily, sweat streaming down their faces and soaking their collars.

But no one stopped. They gritted their teeth and dragged their heavy legs around the playground, one step after another.

Tang San ran in the lead, his steps were steady, and although his breathing was rapid, it was rhythmic.

Ma Hongjun followed behind him, his round body trembling with every step he took, his fat face jiggling like jelly, and his clothes soaked with sweat.

Oscar was running at the very back, his steps unsteady, as if he might collapse at any moment.

Sudden.

A figure hurriedly ran past the edge of the playground.

That was Dai Mubai. His steps were unsteady and he stumbled along, as if he were running away from something.

His face was extremely pale, his lips were white, his eyes were sunken, and he looked like he had lost his soul, not even glancing at the three people on the playground.

He ran past the edge of the playground and plunged into the path leading to the dormitory area.

Tang San stopped in his tracks, his brows furrowed.

"What happened to Boss Dai?"

He gazed in the direction where Dai Mubai had disappeared, a sense of unease rising in his heart.

Ma Hongjun and Oscar also stopped, looking at each other with confusion in their eyes.

They discussed going to take a look. Although Dai Mubai had become a cripple, they were still good brothers before.

They can't ignore Dai Mubai's current state.

The three of them, without taking a break, turned around and ran towards the dormitory area.

They walked faster than when they were running, and a sense of foreboding welled up in their hearts.

Tang San charged ahead, followed closely by Ma Hongjun, with Oscar panting at the very back.

As they approached the dormitory entrance, they heard crying coming from inside.

The sound was faint and intermittent.

Dai Mubai's voice was extremely low, filled with despair and collapse: "It's over...it's over..."

His tone was full of fear; he must have learned something terrible.

Tang San's brows furrowed even more.

He never expected Dai Mubai to secretly cry, which was very different from the arrogant, domineering, womanizing, and carefree Dai Mubai of the past.

He still remembered that the only time Dai Mubai cried was when Yang Jian beat him into a cripple.

At that moment, Dai Mubai was crying and sniffling, completely devoid of dignity.

But after that, Dai Mubai never cried again. Even when he discovered that he couldn't even recover his soul power, he just gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Ma Hongjun and Oscar were also dumbfounded. They looked at each other and hesitated whether to go in and comfort them.

There's a saying that a man doesn't easily shed tears. Dai Mubai wouldn't cry like this unless he encountered something particularly heartbreaking.

However, they worried that rushing in might backfire and make Dai Mubai even more embarrassed.

Ma Hongjun lowered his voice and said, "How about... we go back first? And wait until Boss Dai calms down before we talk about it?"

Oscar nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, it would be better to go in now."

Tang San, however, had a different idea. He shook his head and said firmly, "At times like this, Boss Dai needs our encouragement even more."

He reached out and gripped the doorknob, then twisted it forcefully.

The door lock clicked softly, and the door opened in response.

Tang San stepped inside.

Ma Hongjun and Oscar had no choice but to follow them inside.

The room was dimly lit, with the curtains drawn, and only a few rays of sunlight pierced through the gaps, casting long, thin patches of light on the floor.

Dai Mubai sat on the edge of the bed, head down, hands covering his face, his shoulders twitching.

Hearing the door open, he suddenly looked up and saw Tang San and the other two walk in, their faces full of panic and embarrassment.

His eyes were red, and there were still tear stains at the corners of his eyes.

He quickly turned his head to the side, wiped the tears from his face with his sleeve, pretended that nothing was wrong, and asked calmly, "What...what are you doing?"

Tang San walked over to him, sat down on the edge of the bed, and patted his shoulder.

"Boss Dai, we need to look forward."

His tone was gentle, as if he were comforting a wounded brother, "Don't cry, there's nothing you can't get through."

Ma Hongjun chimed in, "Yeah, Boss Dai, don't be sad. Tell the brothers if you're upset, and we'll figure something out together."

Oscar stood behind, nodded without saying a word, but his eyes were full of concern.

Dai Mubai suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, his voice filled with anger and despair: "You don't understand anything!"

His fists clenched so tightly they cracked. "The Star Luo Empire is gone! My father is gone! My home is gone! Everything is gone!"

His tears flowed again, uncontrollably, streaming down his cheeks like a burst dam.

His voice choked with emotion: "It was all...it was all done by the Spirit Hall...that damned Yang Jian...he deserves to die a horrible death!"

Tang San was completely stunned when he heard this.

He initially thought Dai Mubai was crying because he missed his hometown or was worried about his family.

I never imagined that the Star Luo Empire was gone.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

Ma Hongjun and Oscar were also embarrassed. They stood there, heads down, looking at their toes, not knowing what to say.

Now Dai Mubai has nothing left. His woman was taken by Yang Jian, his country was destroyed by Yang Jian, and his father was killed by Yang Jian.

Anyone would be devastated in this situation, so it seems like I really shouldn't offer any comfort.

Saying "look forward" is easy; who can easily look forward after losing everything?

What Dai Mubai needs most right now is not comfort, but someone who can understand his pain.

"Waaaaah..."

Dai Mubai's cries echoed in the room, heart-wrenching.

Tang San, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar stood in front of him, none of them speaking.

They didn't know what to say or what to do.

They could only stand there, keeping Dai Mubai company, listening to him cry.