Death

Sitting helplessly in her seat, Qian Renxue felt an endless fear enveloping her, as darkness tried to completely shroud her.

Suddenly, the image of her grandfather pulling her to the Angel Statue before his death flashed through her mind, along with his last words spoken beneath the statue.

"Xiao Xue, now only the Spirit Hall Empire, the Star Luo Empire, and the Sea God Island remain on the continent. After this trip, the Sea God Island will inevitably be the first to be eliminated."

When the Two Great Empires clash, regardless of the outcome, I hope you will prioritize the Soul Master and people of the Spirit Hall Empire.

"Grandpa, why are you suddenly saying this? If we win, the people of the empire will naturally be able to live better lives."

"Once I become Deity and wield immense power, I will surely bring peace and stability to this continent."

Qian Renxue vaguely remembered that her grandfather slowly shook his head, gently stroked his head, and left behind his last words.

"Xiao Xue, you must remember that our ancestors pursued great power to eliminate all the suffering in this world. Don't put the cart before the horse."

Grandpa, Xiao Xue will follow your last wishes.

Qian Renxue wiped her slightly moist eyes with her delicate hand, her gaze hardening once more. She swept her gaze over the Titled Douluo below and made her final decision.

"You are all pillars of my Spirit Hall Empire and you are well aware of the current situation. If any of you want to withdraw, leave now. I will not blame you."

The people sitting below looked at each other, but no one chose to leave, including Falcon Douluo, who had sent his family away.

Chen Yan wanted to leave, but Qianjun and Jiangmo stopped him in the middle. The others could leave, but this opportunist should stay and do his best for the empire.

Feeling the pressure from both sides, he was filled with regret. He should never have returned to the Spirit Hall Empire. It would have been so much better if he had stayed in the Star Luo Empire. With his strength, he could have protected his family and acted like a tyrant in a region.

Damn the Qian Family! They clearly have the inheritance of the Angel God, yet they've been forced into this state by the Star Luo Empire and the Star Crown Sect. They're utterly useless.

He now strongly suspects that the news that someone from the Qian Family was going to inherit the Angel Godhood was deliberately spread by them.

Qian Renxue ignored Chen Yan. A fence-sitter is unwelcome anywhere, let alone one who has betrayed her time and again.

"Since you have all decided to stay, I'll just say a few things to you here."

This time, our Spirit Hall Empire will use Star Suppression City as the first and last checkpoint.

Once Star Suppression City falls, the Spirit Hall Empire will be destroyed, allowing the Star Luo Empire to take over the entire Douluo Continent.

And I, Qian Renxue, will sacrifice myself for my country!

This was something no one had expected. Qianjun and Jiangmo looked at Qian Renxue, who had stood up and was facing away from them, opened his mouth, wanting to say something but unable to utter a word.

The little girl they Seven Great Worships grow up has finally matured. She should make her own choices and pay the price for them.

All they can do now is follow her decision and stand firmly behind her.

The two exchanged a glance, stood up, and led all the Titled Douluo to kneel on one knee in the direction of Qian Renxue and the Angel Statue.

"Your subordinates will live and die with the Spirit Hall Empire."

"Good!"

The Soul Master Legion of the Spirit Hall Empire began to assemble and, led by Qian Renxue, headed towards Star Suppression City, preparing for a final, desperate battle.

Deep within the palace of the Spirit Hall Empire, in a Secret Chamber, Bibi Dong, holding a long whip, looked at two men suspended from the wall by heavy chains, seemingly having lost her usual interest.

The image of Qian Renxue leading the team kept flashing through her mind, intertwining with the scene of Qian Xunji tormenting her, and pain spread in her heart.

"Damn it, why, why did you have to be that bastard's daughter?"

Bibi Dong angrily threw down the long whip in her hand, and possessed the Soul Devouring Spider Emperor. Her two spider legs suddenly pierced through, ending the lives of the master and disciple on the wall.

She then walked straight out of the Secret Chamber and headed towards Star Suppression City. She was the emperor of the Spirit Hall Empire, and no one could take her away without her permission.

The dark, Secret Chamber was swept away by Bibi Dong's domineering Soul Power. The chains binding the master and disciple broke completely, and Yu Xiaogang, who had lost all life force, fell to the ground, ending his useless life.

Having absorbed numerous spider and snake Soul Ring, Tang San, barely clinging to life, helplessly crawled toward the door of the Secret Chamber, attempting to find a glimmer of hope.

Unfortunately, Bibi Dong's strength far surpassed his, and in the end, he lost all his strength, only able to watch the iron gate not far away, unable to reach it.

No, it shouldn't be like this. He should become the Poseidon, the ruler of this world.

He still wanted to promote Hidden Weapon and the Tang Sect in this world, how could he die in this filthy Secret Chamber? Absolutely not.

Unfortunately, the current Law Enforcement God in the Divine Realm is the Destruction God King, and he is not worth the Shura God King's blatant violation of the Divine Realm's rules.

As for the Poseidon, he had completely abandoned Tang San, the so-called successor, the moment High Priest Bo Saixi died.

He had only wanted to get involved when Asura chose Tang San, but now that Asura was no longer involved, why should he go against the Destruction God King for his sake?

Without the help of the Deity behind him, Tang San was like a fish out of water, destined to die alone in this deep, secluded Secret Chamber.

Meanwhile, Spirit Empire City, Flender, who had been waiting for Yu Xiaogang, suddenly felt a pang of heartache and abruptly turned his head to look in the direction of the palace, with crystal tears streaming down his face.

Those eyes, which had always been filled with shrewdness, were filled with sorrow for the second time. He had suspected it for so many days, but he still held onto a sliver of hope.

Now his hopes are completely dashed. The once Golden Iron Triangle is now reduced to just him alone, and the Flying Horn has nowhere to rest.

Flender returned sadly to the Suotuo City, the place where Shrek was first founded and where his dreams began.

He erected three cenotaphs here: one to bury his beloved Liu Erlong, one to bury his close friend Yu Xiaogang, and one to bury his lifelong dream.

And so, Flender leaned against the three tombstones, recounting the three men's past experiences, his tears soaking his clothes.

Gradually, his tears began to flow, and two streams of blood flowed from his eyes. The Four-Eyed Owl became a blind man who could not see.

He seemed oblivious, recounting the past and the three men's dreams, from their chivalrous deeds to their current destitution.

"Er Long, Xiao Gang, I think I had a dream. I dreamt that Shrek became the number one academy on the continent, and our statues stood in the center of the academy, admired by all."

But how could that be possible?

With his arm hanging limply, the Soul Saint Flander perished on this small hillside, buried there along with his love, friendship, and dreams.