Three-Party Talks? Golden Crocodile: Do You Really Think We Fear Him? Qian Daoliu: The Unknown is the Most Terrifying!

Zhu Zhuqing nodded, a mist of tears welling up in her eyes:

"The message Sect Master Ning just had someone deliver...

In order to investigate the situation regarding my eldest sister and Dai Weisi, my father snuck into Linhai City.

As a result... by the next day, he had already become a prisoner."

Speaking to this point, an indescribable fear surged in Zhu Zhuqing's heart.

Although she loathed the cruel competition rules of her family and hated the way her sister Zhu Zhuyun had hunted her down.

She didn't even have much affection for that cold, indifferent father of hers.

But he was her blood relative after all, he was her father!

Moreover, in Zhu Zhuqing's heart, Duke Nether had always been synonymous with strength, majesty, and invincibility.

Yet now, even a Soul Douluo as powerful as her father couldn't even last a single day in front of this so-called Great Sun Prince Mansion?

"That Great Sun Prince Mansion... what exactly is its background?"

Zhu Zhuqing's voice carried a hint of trembling. She looked at Dai Mubai, then at Tang San, her eyes filled with confusion:

"Even the Star Luo Empire royal family and the Zhu Clan have no power to fight back...

If we go to Martial Soul City this time, can we really still compete smoothly?"

Dai Mubai clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms.

He had originally felt a trace of schadenfreude over Dai Weisi being captured, thinking that his arrogant older brother had finally stumbled.

But now, with the fall of Duke Nether, he realized the severity of the situation.

This was no longer a matter of the struggle for the throne, but a catastrophe facing the entire Star Luo Empire, and even his entire family!

"Don't be afraid, Zhuqing."

Dai Mubai took a deep breath and stepped forward to gently hold Zhu Zhuqing's trembling shoulders.

Although he had no confidence in his own heart, he still feigned calmness to comfort her:

"Since they only captured people and didn't kill them, it means they want to negotiate, they want leverage.

As long as they are still alive, there is still hope."

"And..."

Dai Mubai raised his head and looked toward the distant south, his heterochromatic pupils flickering with complex light:

"Since that Great Sun Prince Mansion appeared so high-profile at such a critical juncture, I think...

Whether on the road to Martial Soul City or once we arrive, we will encounter them sooner or later."

The news of Duke Nether's capture spread like wildfire.

The last shred of dignity for the Star Luo Empire royal family was ruthlessly torn away.

Since the news could no longer be contained, Dai Tianfeng, being a ruthless man, simply decided to let it all fall apart.

"Since this Great Sun Prince Mansion wants to make a name for itself, then I will give them a hand!

I want to see if they can still be this arrogant when facing the pressure of the entire continent!"

The Star Luo Empire royal family sent the highest-level diplomatic notes overnight to the Heaven Dou Empire royal family and Martial Soul Hall.

They requested a tripartite meeting to discuss how to deal with this "public enemy of the continent" that had suddenly emerged.

Martial Soul City, Pope Palace.

The atmosphere was suffocatingly oppressive.

Bibi Dong sat upright on the papal throne, clutching a piece of top-secret intelligence that had just been delivered.

Her face was full of gloom and disbelief.

Originally, upon learning that the Star Luo Crown Prince had been captured, the mainstream voice within Martial Soul Hall was—

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Taking advantage of the fact that the Great Sun Prince Mansion had not yet established a firm footing, Martial Soul Hall could directly use the name of "maintaining peace on the continent."

They could dispatch Title Douluo to crush this new force with the force of a thunderbolt.

By the way, they could take over Linhai City and extend the reach of Martial Soul Hall into the heart of the Star Luo Empire.

However, when the second assessment report on the high-level combat power of the Great Sun Prince Mansion was placed on the desk, all the radicals shut their mouths.

"Level 98 Title Douluo, Great Sun Prince, Xu Yu..."

"Level 97 Title Douluo, Poison Douluo, Wei Kurong..."

Bibi Dong's red lips parted slightly, and when she read these two names, her voice even carried a hint of imperceptible trembling.

If it were only Yan Yu, a level 93 with a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, Martial Soul Hall could still easily handle it.

But level 97 and level 98—these two numbers represented something completely different!

That was the peak of the Super Douluo, an existence that stood almost at the very pinnacle of the human spirit master world!

Even within Martial Soul Hall, aside from the Grand Pontiff Qian Daoliu and the Second Worship Golden Crocodile Douluo, no one dared to claim they could reliably suppress these two.

"This Great Sun Prince Mansion, just which crack in the rocks did they pop out from?"

Bibi Dong slammed the intelligence report onto the desk, her eyes flashing with apprehension and irritation:

"Possessing such terrifying foundations, yet they were completely silent on the continent until now?

Could they be a hidden sect from overseas?"

But they called themselves the Great Sun Prince Mansion.

They should be people from other nations across the sea.

Yet this was merely a 'Prince Mansion'.

If there were a massive empire standing behind them.

The ruling position of Martial Soul Hall on the Douluo Continent might even be overturned because of this!

Standing below, Gui Mei and Yue Guan exchanged glances, cold sweat streaming down their backs.

Level 98...

If the two of them were to encounter such a person, they feared they wouldn't even have the chance to run.

"Your Holiness the Pope, then how should we... reply to the Star Luo Empire now?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo asked cautiously:

"Should we... still send troops?"

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

An opponent of this level could no longer be overwhelmed by mere numbers.

If they were to rashly start a war, even if Martial Soul Hall could win, they would likely suffer heavy losses, perhaps even shaking the very foundations of Martial Soul Hall.

Although she was ambitious and wanted to unify the continent, she was by no means a fool.

"This matter... is no longer something I can decide alone."

Bibi Dong cast her gaze toward the mountain peak that pierced the clouds behind the Pope Palace, her eyes complex:

"Go and ask the Worship Hall for a ruling."

In the Elder Palace, before the Angel Statue.

An old man dressed in golden robes with white hair and beard sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

He was none other than one of the three current Limit Douluo in the world, the Grand Pontiff of Martial Soul Hall, Qian Daoliu.

Beside Qian Daoliu stood a burly old man with a resolute face.

The Second Worship, a level 98 peak Douluo, Golden Crocodile Douluo.

"Big Brother, this Great Sun Prince Mansion is pushing us too far!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo looked at the intelligence in his hand, his fighting spirit rising, his voice like a booming bell:

"Two Super Douluo suddenly appeared, not only slapping the face of the Star Luo Empire, but also provoking our Martial Soul Hall's status as the hegemon of the spirit master world!

If we don't show them some color, the world will think that our Martial Soul Hall is afraid of them!"

Qian Daoliu slowly opened his eyes, those orbs calm as water, as if they could see through all the falsehoods of the world.

"Second brother, calm yourself."

Qian Daoliu's voice was flat and aged:

"The unknown is what is most terrifying.

The timing, location, and the strength displayed by this Great Sun Prince Mansion are all too bizarre.

Especially those Steel Warships; they are definitely not products currently existing on the Douluo Continent."

"Before we have figured out their true background, it is not appropriate for Martial Soul Hall to mobilize its entire force."

(Regarding the comments on the Zi Zhenzhu plot, I won't focus on writing that much later on. Next, it will be about sending out my own competition team to participate in the Elite Tournament and intervene forcefully.

As for whether Qian Daoliu will take action? He won't at the beginning; he will use his status to bluff that he has someone behind him, then seek opportunities to help his father break through bottlenecks, and have his mother create a level 9 Soul Tool.

Everyone can rest assured, the plot is very stable, I hope you don't stop reading! Thank you all for following, voting, and checking in for support!)