Douluo Dragon King: Doumu's Blessing, I Am the Star Lord

If I wanted to, she wouldn't even be able to unleash her martial spirit.

With such meager abilities, how dare they claim the title of Star God? This is utterly presumptuous.

After saying this, he slammed the book shut, turned around and approached Gu Yue and Na'er, who had just gotten up, excitedly shouting that they were going to play cards.

Watching the three children's backs as they frolicked, the three adults on the sofa exchanged a smile.

Chapter 65 begins, the first battle: Long Yuxue!

Sun and Moon Federation, Mingdu.

This metropolis, renowned for its unparalleled soul guidance technology, is hosting a major event today: the Federation's Advanced Soul Master Competition.

As the highest-level official Soul Master competition in Douluo Continent, this grand event not only captivated the entire Sun Moon Federation, but also drew top-level delegations from the Star Luo and Dou Ling Empires, which were separated by oceans, to broadcast the entire event live via the Soul Guidance Network.

The Federation's First Soul Arena stands at the heart of Mingdu's central axis. It is entirely forged from rare metals, with an oval-shaped arena rising from the ground and a gilded dome piercing the sky. The level-nine soul guide shield covering the outside is strong enough to withstand the full-force bombardment of a titled Douluo.

The stadium's 300,000 seats were completely full, and every spot was equipped with a high-definition soul-guided projection array, which could project every minute detail of the arena onto every soul-guided screen in the Federation in real time.

As the morning sun pierced through the clouds and fell upon the dome of the Battle Arena, nine long, deep chimes resounded throughout the entire capital.

The deafening roar of the crowd suddenly subsided, and the opening ceremony officially began.

The Speaker of the Federal Parliament was the first to ascend the central podium, where he delivered a keynote address.

This year's competition abandoned the lengthy queuing process and instead launched this once-in-a-century event with a ceremony that is more meaningful for the inheritance of Soul Masters.

The entire audience of 300,000 stood at attention as the honor guard, dressed in formal attire, marched in unison to the center of the arena. The flags of the Sun and Moon Federation and the Federation Soul Master Association were slowly raised to solemn music, fluttering in the air above the Soul Arena.

Even those watching the live stream from behind their screens stood up to pay their respects; this was a glorious moment for all the Soul Masters of the Federation.

The second ceremony is the passing down of the sacred flame lighting ceremony.

This is a core tradition of the All-Federation Grand Competition that has continued for hundreds of years, symbolizing the passing down of the Soul Master lineage. The previous Grand Competition's Youth Group Champion, now a Title Douluo and a veteran military expert, slowly walked onto the stage, holding a pure white Fire Seed Stone in his hand.

As he poured his soul power into it, the golden holy fire suddenly ignited, and he raised his hand to guide the flame towards the main fire basin in the center of the arena.

boom--

The sacred flame soared into the sky, transforming into a golden pillar of fire that shot straight to the dome. Immediately afterward, the pillar of fire spread along the pre-laid soul-guiding array, instantly illuminating the thirty-six soul master totem poles standing around the arena. Each totem pole was engraved with the names of soul master sages from different eras of the Douluo Continent. Wherever the sacred flame passed, the patterns on the totem poles lit up one by one, the warm golden light filling the entire arena, and the entire audience erupted in thunderous cheers.

The third ceremony is the oath-taking ceremony.

The chief referee of this competition, a highly respected Super Douluo, led dozens of referees from various forces onto the stage. He placed his right hand on his chest and loudly swore an oath, promising to abide by the competition rules and ensure absolute fairness and impartiality in every match, without any favoritism or bias.

The Speaker of the Federal Council stepped onto the stage again, raised his right hand, and loudly announced: "I hereby declare the Sun Moon Federation's current All-Federation Advanced Soul Master Competition officially open!"

The moment the words fell, a hundred soul-guided salutes fired simultaneously, the deafening sound echoing across the sky above Mingdu.

Countless soul-guided fireworks bloomed in the sky above the Soul Arena, their colorful light illuminating the entire city. The cheers and shouts of the audience almost lifted the dome of the Soul Arena.

Meanwhile, the key figures of this grand event are sitting in their private boxes on the top floor of the venue, overlooking the competition below.

In the top-floor private room of the Spirit Pagoda, the deputy tower master Leng Yaozhu sat in the main seat. Her fiery red dress accentuated her stunning beauty, and her aura was both fierce and elegant.

A gentle breeze and a summer zither sat coldly to the side.

Many powerful figures in the Federation couldn't help but marvel at how much support the Spirit Pagoda had given this time.

These two have not appeared in the Federation for a century. Even in the Spirit Pagoda, they only hold the title of councilor. It is unexpected that this competition would alarm them.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the private room, a young man dressed in a long black robe with flowing clouds stood with his hands behind his back.

His long, purple-gold hair was tied high with a jade crown adorned with a coiled dragon, and his sky-blue eyes seemed to hold a sky full of stars.

Despite being only twelve or thirteen years old, he exuded an air of nobility and authority that belied his age, as if he were the master of the stars in this world.

Beside him stood a young girl dressed in a plain-colored long dress.

Her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, her eyes were deep like a pool, her face was pure and beautiful, and her body was surrounded by a strange rhythm of the natural flow of the seven elements.

The silver-haired girl, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, exuded the domineering aura of the dragon race and the ethereal power of the spear.

The three stood side by side.

In the adjacent War God Hall VIP box, Emperor Sword Douluo Long Tianwu sat in the main seat. This second War God was dressed in a black outfit, with an ancient longsword on his back, his gaze calmly fixed on the arena.

Further to the side, in a private room of Mingde Hall, Wu Hongchen, dressed in an elegant white suit, was talking in hushed tones with a group of high-ranking members of the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy. His gaze occasionally swept towards the direction of the Spirit Pagoda private room, his eyes filled with a hint of inquiry.

The Tang Clan, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the Proud Sword Sect, and dozens of other major sects and forces, along with hundreds of Soul Douluo and Title Douluo level experts, gathered here.

The moment the opening ceremony ended, the complete schedule of this competition was transmitted throughout the entire Federation via the Soul Guidance Network.

This competition follows the classic format, with two major groups: the junior group (12-16 years old) and the youth group (17-20 years old). All groups will use a single-elimination system, with one game determining the winner, until the final champion is determined.

The opening match of this competition was between Long Yuxue from the War God Hall military team and Lin Mo, a level-five soul master from the Mingde Hall team.

The central arena was already shrouded in a soul-guided shield, isolating it from the outside atmosphere and ensuring the absolute safety of the audience.

The commentator's impassioned voice resounded throughout the arena through the soul-guided loudspeaker: "Let's welcome both contestants to the stage! First up, Lin Mo, a level-five soul master from Mingde Hall!"

The young man, dressed in a silver Soul Master uniform, leaped onto the stage. With a flick of his right hand, four Soul Rings—three yellow and one purple—rose from beneath his feet. Instantly, a Level 5 Soul Guidance Armor covering his entire body unfolded behind him, with dozens of Soul Guidance Cannons extending from various parts of the armor. The fluctuations in Soul Power surged instantly, drawing cheers from the audience.

As the pinnacle of soul guidance technology in the Sun Moon Federation, the suppressive power of the soul guides of Mingde Hall has always been the focus of attention for the entire Federation.

"Next, please welcome Long Yuxue, the representative from the Temple of War!"

As the words fell, a woman in an ice-blue military uniform slowly walked onto the stage. She stood tall and straight, her face cool and aloof, her short hair neat and her eyes like a frozen lake in winter.

Five spirit rings, three purple and two black, rose from beneath his feet, and an icy aura instantly swept across the entire arena. Even through the thick spirit guide shield, everyone in the audience seemed to feel the bone-chilling cold.

"Long Yuxue! A hidden genius among the younger generation of the military! An ice-attribute battle spirit master, it is said that her control over ice attributes is very close to the level of ultimate ice!"

Chapter 66 I have always stood on the same side as the Federation and the Legion!

The referee raised his right hand and announced loudly, "The match begins!"

The moment the words fell, a blinding red light shone from the muzzle of the soul-guided cannon behind Lin Mo, and several condensed soul-guided laser beams shot towards Long Yuxue like meteors.

At the same time, with a flick of his left hand, three level-four high-explosive soul-guided grenades fell towards Long Yuxue's feet, immediately unleashing a dense barrage of firepower.

The soul masters of Mingde Hall are best at using a storm of attacks to completely block all of their opponents' escape routes.

As the laser beam struck, Long Yuxue's figure transformed into an icy blue afterimage, leaving behind only an ice sculpture shattered by the laser.

"First Soul Skill, Ice Mark Instant Step!"

Her figure appeared beside Lin Mo in an instant. With a light tap of her right hand, her second soul ring suddenly shone brightly, and an icy aura erupted. The moisture in the air instantly condensed into countless fine ice needles, which pierced towards Lin Mo's soul guide armor like a rainstorm.

"A mere trick!" Lin Mo sneered. An energy shield instantly rose on the surface of his soul-guided armor. The ice needle struck the shield and shattered it instantly.

His expression changed drastically. The debris had silently seeped into the interior of the Soul Guidance Armor through the gaps between the shield and the armor!

click-

The crisp sound of ice forming rang out one after another, and Lin Mo was horrified to find that the core magic array inside his soul guide armor had been completely frozen and cracked.

Those seemingly insignificant ice shards turned his prized soul-guided armor into a pile of scrap metal.

"How is this possible?!"

Before he could react, Long Yuxue's third soul ring lit up, and a huge, pure white ice spear condensed in her hand, slamming into the energy shield with a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air.

With a deafening roar, the energy shield shattered, but the ice spear's momentum remained undiminished, pinning Lin Mo and his armor to the shield at the edge of the arena.

A chilling aura spread, freezing him completely inside the ice, leaving only his head exposed.

The whole process took no more than ten breaths.

The referee raised his right hand and announced loudly: "Long Yuxue wins this match!"

The entire stadium erupted in thunderous cheers.

Long Yuxue put away her martial spirit, nodded slightly to the audience, and walked off the stage decisively.

Inside the private box of the Spirit Pagoda, Na'er reluctantly went to check in because there was a competition coming up soon, and the junior and youth groups were in different areas.

Qian Gu Xing Ci watched Long Yu Xue walk off the stage, a gentle smile curving his lips. He said softly to Gu Yue beside him, "I'm going to the War God Temple's private room. I'll be back soon."

Gu Yue nodded slightly, a look of understanding flashing in her eyes.

Qian Gu Xing Ci stood up and his figure passed through the aisle of the audience like a streak of light. In a short while, he stood in front of the door of the top-floor VIP box of the War God Temple.

He raised his hand and gently knocked on the door. Long Tianwu's calm voice immediately came from inside: "Come in."

Pushing open the door to the private room, the scene inside came into full view.

Emperor Sword Douluo Long Tianwu sat in the main seat and saw Qian Gu Xingci walk in, a gentle smile flashing in his eyes.

Standing by the window was Jiang Wuyue, a man of imposing stature, dressed in a crisp military uniform with gleaming stars on his epaulets. The moment he saw Qian Gu Xing Ci, his brows furrowed instantly, and hostility surged forth without any attempt to conceal it.

Long Yuxue, who had just finished the competition, was drinking a glass of warm water when she saw Qian Guxingci walk in. She immediately put down the glass, went up to him, and gave him a big hug.

Long Yuxue smiled and said, "Xingci! It's been so many years, and you look even more beautiful than Aunt Xia did when she was young!"

The two families have been friends for centuries. Qian Guxingci's maternal grandfather was also a sworn brother who fought alongside Long Yuxue's grandfather on the battlefield.

Xia Zhengleng, Long Yuxue's father, and Long Tianwu are close friends who grew up together.

Qian Gu Xing Ci bumped fists with her back, smiling gently: "Sister Yu Xue, it's been a long time."

Long Yuxue familiarly pulled his wrist and walked to the center of the private room, then called out to Long Tianwu, who was sipping tea at the head of the table, "Uncle, look who's here!"

Long Tianwu had already stood up. This Emperor Sword Douluo, known for his sharpness, nodded gently to his nephew.

Qian Gu Xing Ci said, "Sister Yu Xue, so you were the surprise my mom told me about?"

Long Yuxue's tone was crisp yet tinged with helplessness: "You know the rules of information confidentiality in the legion, so it's not good to announce it in advance."

It was our legion commander who spoke up, saying that it wasn't a good idea for us young people to just stay cooped up on the front lines all the time. He said we should come out and gain some experience and broaden our horizons, so he gave us the title of War God's Hall and sent us here."

The ancient celestial farewells are clear in my heart.

They said they were out for training, but in reality, the legion was giving these young people who had been guarding the front lines of the abyss year-round a rare and relaxing vacation.

After all, the Blood God Legion is the first line of defense against the Abyss Plane on the continent, bearing the most dangerous border defense pressure on the entire continent. Let alone just using the name of the Temple of War to come out for training, even if they have other demands, the major forces on the continent have never refused them.

Long Yuxue couldn't contain her curiosity, "Xingci, I was surprised when I saw the list of contestants, why did you sign up for the youth group?"

I remember you were ranked number one on the list of young prodigies, why don't you go to the junior division and become the defending champion?

“Coming here will offer more challenges and broaden my horizons,” Qian Gu Xing Ci said with a faint smile.

Long Tianwu put down her teacup, glanced at Qian Gu Xingci standing beside Long Yuxue, and said in a teasing tone like an elder, "Zheng Leng and the others are really carefree, letting you do whatever you want?"