The east gate of Nuoding City was deathly silent.
In the wind, only the lazy voice of Qin Feng echoed.
"...Go get your paperwork done on the side first. Otherwise, my surveillance system will classify you as an illegal intruder."
The muscles on the face of Salas were twitching uncontrollably.
He, a Platinum Bishop of the Martial Soul Hall and the de facto emperor of the Heaven Dou Empire, was now being told by a brat who didn't even dare show his face to go apply for a temporary residence permit?
This was the most absurd and ridiculous joke he had ever heard in his life!
"You're courting death!"
Salas could no longer suppress the raging fire in his chest, and with a roar that sounded like a thunderclap on flat ground, he erupted!
Beneath his feet, eight soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black—exploded into view!
The light of his eighth soul skill was already gathering in his palm!
The terrifying pressure of a Soul Douluo swept toward the city gate like a tangible tsunami!
"I will say this one more time!"
"Open the gate!"
"Otherwise, I will raze Nuoding City to the ground!"
However, what greeted him was not the collapse of the gate, nor the begging of guards.
It was those two iron lumps simultaneously raising the black tubular weapons in their hands.
A cold, synthesized mechanical voice spoke without a shred of emotion.
"Warning! Detected eight-ring soul skill charging reaction! Threat level determined as: Extremely High!"
"Target has been classified as a 'hostile unit', authorization for Level 3 counterattack protocol granted!"
"Elimination, commencing!"
Before the words had even faded, the muzzles of the sentry turrets on both sides of the gate lit up with a destructive red glow!
A breath of death, a hundred times more terrifying than the soul power pressure of Salas, instantly locked onto every fiber of his being!
The pupils of Salas contracted violently.
He felt as if he were being stared at by two prehistoric beasts from hell; if he dared to move even an inch, he would be torn to shreds instantly!
"Bishop, watch out!"
Xie Yue and Yan turned deathly pale. They could sense the horror of those turrets even more acutely than Salas; those were killing machines that existed purely for destruction!
Umbrella Corporation, third basement level, central control room.
"Holy crap! This old guy is pretty arrogant, going straight for his eighth soul skill?" Grey Wolf watched the energy index on the screen spike into the red, rubbing his paws in excitement. "Boss, let me fire! Just one shot! I guarantee I'll blast him until not even a scrap is left!"
"Killing him would be letting him off too easily."
Qin Feng leaned back in his chair, slowly picking up a cup of freshly brewed goji berry tea.
"What I want is for the face of the Martial Soul Hall to be trampled under my feet in front of the entire continent."
He tapped the console lightly.
"Brother Wolf, initiate the 'Scavenger' protocol."
"Give his noble brain a good wash."
Grey Wolf's dead-fish eyes lit up instantly, and with a strange howl, he slammed his paw down on a green button!
"You got it! Watch this!"
"The latest model of the 'Ultrasonic Directed Incapacitation Weapon' hasn't been tested on a Soul Douluo yet! I guarantee I'll make him vomit up everything he ate for dinner yesterday!"
At the city gate.
Salas was in a dilemma.
His soul skill was already charged; if he didn't release it, where would he put his pride?
But if he did release it, those two pitch-black muzzles would definitely send him to his grave on the spot!
Just at this moment of extreme tension.
"Hum—"
A burst of infrasound, inaudible to the human ear, was precisely emitted from an inconspicuous camouflage module on the city wall, instantly enveloping Salas.
Invisible, colorless, and odorless.
Yet, it was more lethal than any poison!
The body of Salas shuddered violently.
His soul power, which had been surging like a river, suddenly slammed into an invisible wall and violently backflowed!
"Pfft!"
A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed from his mouth without the slightest warning!
The eighth soul skill forming in his palm dissipated instantly, like a balloon being pricked.
"What is happening?!"
Salas was terrified to the core; he tried to forcibly mobilize his soul power to suppress it, only to find he couldn't do it at all!
His soul power had completely spiraled out of control!
It was no longer an extension of his own will, but had instead turned into thousands of bone-gnawing venomous ants, rampaging and tearing through his meridians!
His martial soul, that "scepter" symbolizing authority, flickered under the impact of the chaotic soul power, emitting a groan of unbearable strain!
"Ugh..."
A wave of intense nausea surged from his stomach straight to his throat.
Salas could no longer control himself; he doubled over and, with a "blech," vomited all over the ground in front of the dozens of elite knights behind him, as well as Xie Yue and Yan.
The foul-smelling filth, mixed with bile and blood, stained a large portion of his luxurious platinum bishop robes.
The entire scene fell into a deathly silence.
Everyone from Martial Soul Hall stood as if struck by a paralysis spell, staring blankly at their powerful and majestic bishop, who was retching uncontrollably at the city gate like a drunken sot.
Xie Yue and Yan's jaws nearly hit the ground.
They rubbed their eyes, unable to believe what they were seeing.
No fighting, no attacks, not even a ripple of soul power.
The bishop... just vomited like that?
"Blech... ugh..."
Salas was vomiting so hard that tears and snot streamed down his face; he felt as if his internal organs were about to be shredded by that invisible force.
Dignity?
Majesty?
At this moment, they were trampled into pieces by the very filth he had spewed out!
Just then, the devilish voice of Qin Feng echoed once again from the loudspeakers on the city wall.
"Oh my, Bishop Salas, what is the matter?"
"Looking at your complexion, could it be that you aren't used to the local climate after such a long journey?"
The voice was filled with undisguised mockery.
"Would you like me to send a medical robot to take a look at you? Oh, right, I forgot to remind you."
Qin Feng's voice paused before delivering the most fatal blow.
"In our Nuoding City, you need to register for an ID card before you can see a doctor."
"Pfft—!"
Hearing this, Salas was so enraged that his heart gave out, and he spat out another mouthful of blood, his body swaying as he nearly fainted on the spot.
This was too much bullying!
It was as if his skin had been peeled off, thrown on the ground, and stomped on tens of thousands of times!
"Qin... Feng..."
Salas squeezed the two words through his teeth, his murky old eyes filled with malice and killing intent.
He swore that if he didn't die today, he would burn this city, along with everyone inside it, to ashes!
"Bishop!"
Xie Yue and Yan finally snapped out of it and rushed forward to steady the swaying Salas.
"We... we should retreat! This place is too bizarre!" Yan's voice was trembling.
The unknown was the most terrifying thing of all.
They would rather face a Title Douluo than stay in this ghost of a place where they didn't even know where the enemy was.
Retreat?
Salas clenched his fists so hard his nails dug into his flesh.
If he left with his tail between his legs like this, he, and indeed the entire Martial Soul Hall, would become the laughingstock of the entire continent!
But if he didn't leave, what could he do?
Charging in was a dead end, and standing here was a public execution!
He had never imagined that one day, he would be forced into such a desperate, no-win situation!
Just as Salas was caught in an internal struggle, with humiliation and rage threatening to consume him.
A messenger knight from Martial Soul Hall suddenly rode forward in a panic, holding a soul tool communicator that was flashing with purple light, his voice filled with extreme anxiety.
"Bishop!"
"The Pope... His Holiness the Pope has sent... a top-secret emergency order from Martial Soul City!"
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