Star Luo Royal Academy Battle Team? The Whole City is Shocked: Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring! Zhu Zhuyun: Could it be the Spirit Hall?

"My father attaches great importance to this tournament and specifically sent us to this Linhai City to hone our soul power and willpower through the impact of the waves."

"Now that the special training has ended, we will rest for two more days before setting off for Martial Soul City to participate in the final Grand Finals."

"I want the entire continent to know that the imperial majesty of the Star Luo Empire cannot be shaken!"

Just as Dai Weisi was in high spirits, imagining the glorious moment of lifting the championship trophy in Martial Soul City.

Suddenly.

A rapid and piercing alarm broke the tranquility of Linhai City.

"Woo--!!!"

Immediately after, the bustling harbor instantly descended into chaos, with countless civilians and merchants pointing at the sea in terror, letting out bursts of exclamations.

"What is going on?"

Dai Weisi frowned, looking toward the sea with displeasure.

However, when his gaze touched that stretch of ocean, his entire body froze instantly.

On the vast, azure sea, a fleet so massive it was suffocating had appeared out of nowhere.

These were not the common wooden sailing ships of the Star Luo Empire.

They were deep-sea behemoths cast entirely from steel, shimmering with a cold metallic luster!

The massive hulls were like mobile steel fortresses, and the pitch-black muzzles of their cannons radiated a heart-stopping chill under the sunlight as they slowly adjusted their angles, aiming directly at the defenseless city.

"What... what is that thing?!"

Zhu Zhuyun's face turned pale, her voice trembling.

As top nobles of the Star Luo Empire, they had seen countless powerful soul beasts and soul masters, but they had never seen such an oppressive steel creation.

That unknown fear instantly enveloped the entire Sea-Viewing Platform.

Meanwhile, aboard the flagship of the Great Sun Prince Mansion.

Rows of fully charged soul-guided cannons were emitting a dangerous red glow; with just a single order, they could turn this prosperous harbor city into a sea of flames.

The soul masters at the control consoles had their fingers hovering over the launch buttons, waiting for the final command.

However, Xu Zhao slowly raised his hand, making a "stop" gesture.

"Heir Prince?"

Zi Zhenzhu, standing to the side, was somewhat puzzled, her eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty light:

"With just one volley, the defensive fortifications of this Linhai City will instantly collapse, and our landing will be like entering an empty land."

Xu Zhao shook his head, his gaze sweeping over the panicked crowds below, and said indifferently:

"No need."

"What we want is conquest and rule, not a pile of ruins and scorched corpses."

"This city has a superior geographical location and will be the bridgehead for our Great Sun Prince Mansion to expand inland in the future; if it's blown to pieces, rebuilding it will be too much trouble."

Having said this, Xu Zhao turned around, his gaze sweeping over the several Title Douluo behind him, his tone calm:

"Since we are descending, we must have the posture of the strong."

"Who will go and 'take' this city for me?"

"Just make sure the high-level officials and garrison in the city lose their ability to resist; minimize civilian casualties as much as possible."

As soon as the words fell.

A dark cyan figure stepped forward; it was none other than Black Bird Douluo, Yan Yu, who had previously intimidated Sea Dragon Douluo.

"Heir Prince, leave such rough work to your subordinate."

Yan Yu bowed slightly, a light and breezy smile still hanging on his face, as if he hadn't just accepted a mission to conquer a city, but was instead heading to a poetry gathering:

"It just so happens that I was a bit annoyed by that Sea Dragon Douluo earlier, so stretching my muscles will be good."

"Besides..."

Yan Yu looked up at the city, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes:

"Although there are a few not-so-weak auras in this city, the strongest are only at the Soul Emperor or Soul Saint level; there isn't even a Soul Douluo."

"Suppressing them is nothing more than a flip of the hand."

Xu Zhao nodded slightly, granting Yan Yu's request:

"Go."

"Let them witness what true power is."

"Yes!"

Yan Yu responded, then tapped his toes lightly against the deck.

"Screech--!"

A clear, resonant, and impassioned bird cry suddenly pierced the heavens.

Yan Yu's figure shot into the sky, instantly transforming in mid-air into a massive Black Bird phantom with a wingspan exceeding fifty meters!

The pitch-black wings blotted out the sun, and dark cyan light rippled outward like waves of water.

A terrifying pressure belonging to a level 93 Title Douluo poured down without reservation, instantly enveloping the entire Linhai City!

The previously clear sky turned gloomy in an instant.

Fine, dense rain appeared out of thin air, carrying a bone-chilling cold and suffocating soul power fluctuations as it drifted into every corner of the city.

"This... this is..."

On the Sea-Viewing Platform of the City Lord's Mansion.

Dai Weisi felt an irresistible force pressing down on his shoulders, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud.

He looked up in terror at the massive figure in the sky, which resembled a god or demon, and the nine slowly pulsing soul rings.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red!

The last soul ring, blood-red and representing a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, stung his eyes and left him nearly suffocating.

"A... a Title Douluo?!"

"And... a Title Douluo with a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring at that?!"

Dai Weisi's voice turned sharp and distorted from extreme fear.

He could not fathom it.

Why would such a terrifying existence suddenly descend upon this remote Linhai City?

And judging by the opponent's stance, they were clearly targeting this city!

"I am Yan Yu, the Black Bird Douluo of the Great Sun Prince Mansion."

In the sky, Yan Yu stood with her hands behind her back, stepping upon the Black Bird phantom, her voice booming like rolling thunder, exploding in everyone's ears:

"By the order of my Heir Prince, I am here to take control of this city."

"Those who surrender shall be spared."

"Those who resist—"

Yan Yu's eyes turned cold as she waved her hand casually.

Boom!

A dark cyan beam of light descended from the sky, instantly blasting the City Defense Army Barracks, the sturdiest structure in Linhai City, into a massive crater!

"Shall be executed without mercy!"

Following that deafening roar and the sight of the City Defense Army Barracks reduced to scorched earth, the tension in Linhai City finally snapped.

Panic spread through the entire city like a plague.

Screams, wails, and the sound of running feet mingled together, turning the streets into chaos.

Merchants abandoned their stalls, and pedestrians knocked over their goods.

Everyone was like a headless fly, trying to find a non-existent safe haven to hide from the existence in the sky who looked like a Killing God.

"What... what kind of monster is this..."

On the Sea-Viewing Platform, Zhu Zhuyun's face was as pale as paper; she gripped the railing so hard her knuckles turned white.

She looked at the figure in the sky radiating terrifying pressure and asked with a trembling voice:

"Weisi, a Title Douluo with a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring... could it be someone from Martial Soul Hall?

Besides Martial Soul Hall, what other faction on the continent could possess such a foundation?"

The remaining members of the Star Luo Team also turned their gazes toward Dai Weisi, their eyes filled with terror and helplessness.

In their minds, Martial Soul Hall was the only super hegemon, and only Martial Soul Hall could possibly possess such a terrifying powerhouse.

However, although Dai Weisi was also drenched in cold sweat, his eyes held a touch more clarity and gloom than the others.

"No, it is definitely not Martial Soul Hall!"

Dai Weisi gritted his teeth, staring fixedly at Yan Yu in the sky, his brain racing:

"Although the people of Martial Soul Hall act arrogantly, they have a strict hierarchy and usually refer to themselves as 'Elders', 'Pontiffs', or 'Bishops'."

"But this person claims to be from the 'Great Sun Prince Mansion' and keeps saying she is acting on the orders of an 'Heir Prince'!"

"Heir Prince?

This is clearly a title used by noble houses!"

Dai Weisi took a deep breath, suppressing the fear in his heart, his voice chillingly low:

"Furthermore, look at those Steel Warships; such unheard-of war machines are simply not the style of Martial Soul Hall.

If Martial Soul Hall had such things, they would have unified the continent long ago; why wait until today?"