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

Na'er immediately turned her head, her little face full of disapproval, and shook her head, saying, "The book says that nine times out of ten, marriage contracts have to be broken off."

Besides, childhood sweethearts can't compete with a serendipitous encounter; that's a universal truth across the continent!

She raised an eyebrow at Gu Yue.

I don't think you have a chance!

"Besides, being with you means I'll have to shoulder the mess of fighting against the gods in the future," Na'er said, wrinkling her nose exaggeratedly.

Upon hearing this, Gu Yue's smile vanished instantly, and she gritted her teeth: "You think you're so great? You think you're so high and mighty? You're 1080P! You talk as if you're not the Silver Dragon King yourself!"

Na'er's carefree attitude is her advantage!

How could human emotions be beyond the grasp of the Silver Dragon King's extraordinary wisdom?

A dragon that's millions of years old could easily subdue a child!

She has hundreds of thousands of years of dragon heritage to play with, so he can't possibly go to that gorilla or that silver-haired idiot!

Over the years, Gu Yue has come to understand one thing:

How can one transcend the world without experiencing its inhabitants?

How can one lock away love and focus on their career without experiencing romantic relationships?

Who says love is bad?

You have to date, you can't skip it!

Chapter 84 The Imperial Palace is in grave danger? Bombard Star Luo!

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Spirit Pagoda, casting slanted rays onto the smooth, mirror-like obsidian floor.

Qian Gu Xing Ci walked in the middle, his left hand affectionately linked with Na'er's. The girl's silvery laughter had not stopped since she stepped into the Spirit Pagoda.

Her long, smooth silver hair swayed gently as she bounced around.

Its lively and agile appearance is like a tireless forest deer.

Gu Yue, who was walking to the right of Qian Gu Xing Ci, looked completely different from Na Er.

She wore a plain-colored long dress, her long, dark hair cascading quietly down her back, her deep, dark eyes as calm as a still pool, and she exuded a quiet aura that kept strangers at bay.

The three of them took the soul-guided elevator straight to the upper levels of the Spirit Tower. As soon as they pushed open the heavy alloy door of the council hall, they were met with a suffocatingly solemn atmosphere.

Qian Gu Qingfeng stood with his hands behind his back in front of the huge soul guidance communication screen. His face, which usually carried a gentle smile, was tense, his brows were furrowed into a deep frown, and his expression was solemn.

The high-ranking members of the Spirit Pagoda around him also had solemn expressions, staring intently at the rapidly scrolling red emergency messages on the screen.

Leng Yaozhu sat upright in the soft chair at the head of the table.

The Heavenly Phoenix Douluo wore a fiery red fitted dress that accentuated her snow-white skin, and her elegant and noble demeanor remained unchanged. However, the soul communication device in her hand kept ringing, and the crisp notification sound was particularly jarring in the deathly silent council hall.

She answered one phone call after another, her red lips moving in a cold tone.

With a click, she ended the last call, raised her hand to gently rub her temples, and in that instant, she saw the three people standing at the door.

The chill that had been surging through her body dissipated almost instantly, and a gentle smile appeared on Leng Yaozhu's face. Her voice softened as she said, "You're back. Perfect timing. Time to head back to the Heavenly Spirit Tower."

"The Federation Grand Competition has been temporarily suspended," Qian Gu Qingfeng said.

His brows remained furrowed: "The Holy Spirit Cult launched a surprise attack on the Star Luo Empire's imperial palace, and the entire palace was reduced to ruins by their fixed-position soul-guided bombs!"

Upon hearing this, the council chamber fell into a deathly silence.

The unexpected turn of events occurred during the height of today's federal election.

In the viewing hall of the Star Luo Empire's palace, the crystal chandeliers under the dome reflected a warm glow, and outside the window, the national flower was in full bloom.

Emperor Dai Tianling sat on the main seat, watching the Federation Grand Competition thousands of miles away with all the civil and military officials.

The steam from the black tea rose gently, mingling with the fragrance of flowers outside the window and the hushed laughter of the ministers.

Until the sky suddenly brightened.

A dozen or so blazing white streaks tore through the leaden-gray sky, like spears hurled by divine punishment, trailing long fiery tails as they crashed down toward the palace.

"Our reporter is reporting live: a once-in-a-millennium spectacle! Legend has it that when Thousand-Handed Douluo and Spirit Ice Douluo were born, auspicious seven-colored clouds descended from the sky, signifying that destiny was in Xingluo..."

The reporters were still shouting excitedly, their cameras chasing after the comet-like shells until the first one slammed into the palace's defensive shield.

The deafening roar instantly swallowed everything up.

The crystal chandelier shattered into pieces, scalding hot lamp oil spilled onto the luxurious lion-shaped carpet, and the white jade teacup was smashed to pieces.

The screams of the ministers, the roars of the guards, and the cracking sounds of buildings breaking all blended together, becoming the prelude to a living hell.

The defensive shield that the palace had built over a century could only withstand the first wave of this devastating impact.

Immediately afterwards, a second wave, a third wave... a full dozen level-nine fixed-position soul-guided shells, accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the air, slammed into the fragile cracks in the shield.

Each roar caused the foundation of the entire palace to tremble, and the spiderweb-like cracks on the protective shield spread wildly at a visible speed, like the ruptured blood vessels on a dying person.

Enci, the national advisor of the Star Luo Empire and the Holy Dragon Douluo, rushed out the moment the first explosion rang out.

This legendary figure, widely recognized on the continent as a late bloomer, endured a full century of hardship before gradually rising from a lowly cultivator to the position of demigod, becoming the pillar of the entire Star Luo Empire.

Behind him followed dozens of imperial retainers, the roar of the Holy Dragon Martial Soul resounding through the sky, golden dragon scales covering his entire body, ready to intercept those deadly cannonballs.

The next second, the whole world went dark.

It wasn't nightfall, but a gray terror.

A chilling mist surged in from all directions, carrying the stench of decay. Twelve massive, pitch-black doors slowly emerged from the mist, the sound of their hinges turning like a lament from the deepest hell, sending chills down one's spine.

The realm of rebirth in the underworld!

At that moment, Harosa dragged the entire palace into the underworld he ruled.

The giant gate opened wide, and twelve imposing figures stepped out from it.

They were four meters tall, covered in mottled black and gray heavy armor, with only their eyes revealing a dark blue light, like will-o'-the-wisps in a graveyard.

His left hand held a grotesque giant shield, each side of which was cast with a different monster's head, its eye sockets deep-set, as if it were roaring silently.

He gripped a heavy sword of the same color in his right hand, the blade flowing with gray death energy, and the air hissed wherever it passed.

One man can hold the pass against ten thousand!

The Underworld Rebirth Domain truly lives up to its reputation as the strongest domain for team battles; even Yu Guanzhi's solo team pales in comparison.

Enci is a representative figure of late bloomers in mainland China.

Harosa reached the title of Douluo at the age of nineteen.

The experiences of these two extreme figures are always compared.

Grace was merely a demigod, and before Harossa, he was nothing more than a target for sale.

Harosa stood at the deepest part of the gray fog, casually waving the cross-shaped rapier called "Hymn of the Underworld" in his hand, as if attending a grand banquet.

He didn't even glance at Enci rushing towards him, and casually swung his sword.

The dark gray sword light silently wrapped around Grace's body.

Deep, bone-revealing lines of blood appeared on Grace's body like ink splashes in a painting.

Blood splattered on the white jade ground, creating a tragic scene.

Almost at the same instant, a dark afterimage appeared among the worshippers.

With a soft whooshing sound, a titled Douluo-level elder was pierced through the heart by a bee stinger. He didn't even have time to scream before he fell straight down, his life force vanishing in an instant.

The rapier sliced ​​across Grace's back, drawing a trail of hot blood.

Harosa didn't turn her head, her voice as flat as if she were asking about the weather: "Did you get the stuff?"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" The figure of the Dark Hummingbird instantly appeared behind him, bowing respectfully.

"Then let's go."

Harosa sheathed his sword.

It was as if defeating a demigod was nothing more than stepping on a few ants blocking the way.

He had no interest in killing these people; since his last resurrection, he had killed far fewer people than the soul beasts.

If he wanted to, no one here, except Grace, could leave this area alive.

Even if it were an act of kindness, it would be questionable whether he could maintain his Limit Douluo level under his sword.

When the gray fog dissipated, Harosa's figure had long since disappeared into the horizon, leaving behind only a devastated palace and a group of terrified imperial officials.

Chapter 85 Dongfeng Express Plan B, The Return of the Monkey God

In the encrypted communication channel, the Ghost Emperor's face, hidden in the shadow of his hood, slowly appeared on the screen.

"Lord Ghost Emperor, the mission is complete." The Dark Hummingbird lowered its head.

"Very good." The Ghost Emperor laughed, his laughter like sandpaper rubbing against bones, sinister and chilling.

On the other end of the communication, Harosa's figure suddenly interrupted the Ghost Emperor's laughter, "Ghost Emperor, as agreed, the Vajra Bracelet belongs to me, and the rest are yours."

Now that he has the Golden Tree Spirit's approval, he needs a true divine artifact to refine for himself.

The Vajra Bracelet in the collection of the Xingluo Royal Family is the best offering.

"Of course, of course." The Ghost Emperor immediately stopped laughing.

After saying that, Harosa's figure disappeared.

Dark Hummingbird lowered its voice and looked at the Ghost Emperor on the screen, "My lord, are we just going to expose the Underworld Emperor to the entire continent like this? This trump card..."

"I have my own plans." The Ghost Emperor's voice was mysterious and unpredictable.

People only know of the Holy Spirit Cult's one emperor and two kings, but they have only ever seen the Ghost Emperor.

The various forces on the mainland are spreading rumors, both openly and secretly, that the so-called emperor and monarch are nothing more than a bluffing facade by the Holy Spirit Cult.

To put it bluntly, it's a powerhouse with only the Ghost Emperor to hold its own; its top-tier combat strength is nowhere near that of established forces like Shrek Academy and Tang Sect.

He had wanted to play the Harosa card for a long time.

He simply lacked the power to command the Underworld Emperor to reveal himself.