Xu Zhao: Enfeoffed as a Duchy? Who Are You Looking Down On! Qian Renxue: What Does it Have to Do With Me? (Seeking Follow-up Reading!)

"I have been enlightened..."

Golden Crocodile Douluo cupped his hands with a bitter expression, the look of awe in his eyes deepening.

If he could obtain such a cultivation method, would the bottleneck that had held him back for years finally loosen?

Suppressing the unrealistic greed in his heart, Golden Crocodile Douluo took a deep breath, forcibly steering the conversation back on track.

The other party was certainly not sharing these things just to give a lecture.

"Since Your Excellency possesses such power that crushes all living beings, if you truly wished to dominate the continent, I fear no one could stop you."

Golden Crocodile Douluo stared intently at Xu Yu, beginning to probe indirectly:

"Yet, after capturing Linhai City, your side has held back instead of advancing, choosing to invite us here for negotiations instead."

"I dare to ask..."

"Why has the Great Sun Prince Mansion gone to such great lengths, even at the risk of offending the Two Great Empires and Martial Soul Hall, to do this?"

Xu Yu tilted his head slightly, his peripheral vision sweeping unobtrusively toward Xu Zhao, who was standing in the shadows.

Receiving an affirmative look from Xu Zhao, Xu Yu set down the teacup he had been toying with for a long time.

Clang. A soft sound echoed.

Xu Yu slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with vicissitudes and... sorrow.

"Golden Crocodile, you ask me what my intentions are?"

Xu Yu stood up and walked with his hands behind his back to the sand table in the center of the hall.

His gaze did not fall on the position representing Linhai City, but instead drifted toward the vast, boundless blue ocean.

"You only see the strength of our Great Sun Prince Mansion and the deterrent power of this Steel Fleet."

"But have you ever considered, if there were a choice, who would be willing to leave their homeland and pilot these cold lumps of iron?"

"Drifting on the vast sea for years, just to find a place to settle down?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo was stunned upon hearing this, an inexplicable sense of absurdity rising in his heart.

These ridiculously strong guys were actually forced to come here out of desperation?

"Does Your Excellency mean..."

Golden Crocodile Douluo asked tentatively.

"Our homeland is called the Sun Moon Continent."

Xu Yu's voice became low and heavy, as if carrying the weight of a painful history:

"It was once prosperous and flourishing, with advanced Soul Tool technology and a populace living in peace and contentment."

"But... as you can see, power is a double-edged sword."

"When we mastered power sufficient to destroy the heavens and the earth, our ambition expanded along with it."

Xu Yu sighed, a trace of reminiscence flashing in his eyes (though he was actually struggling to recall the script Xu Zhao had just transmitted to him):

"A civil war that swept across the entire continent broke out."

"That was not some petty squabble between soul masters like you."

"It was the bombardment of countless level-nine Soul Guidance Cannons, energy storms capable of tearing through the void, and an apocalyptic scene where even Title Douluo fell like ants!"

Speaking of this, Xu Yu turned around abruptly, his gaze piercing Golden Crocodile Douluo like lightning:

"In the end, the Sun Moon Continent... shattered."

"Shat... shattered?!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo's pupils dilated sharply as he exclaimed in shock.

Beside him, Qian Renxue and Zhao Lai were so startled they nearly jumped out of their chairs, their faces filled with horror.

A continent!

That was a vast, boundless continent that carried hundreds of millions of lives!

It had actually been beaten into pieces and collapsed entirely because of a civil war?!

This... how could this be possible?!

If someone had told them this before, they would have absolutely dismissed the person as a lunatic or slapped them to death.

But now, looking at those hideous and terrifying Steel Giant Ships outside, and recalling the horrific scene where Wei Kurong killed Falling Devil Douluo in an instant.

Combined with what Xu Yu had just said about "high-dimensional strikes"...

They believed it.

And they believed it implicitly!

A bone-chilling cold surged from the soles of their feet straight to their scalps.

Was it that the soul masters over there were too strong, or was that thing called a "Soul Tool" simply too terrifying?

If this kind of power were to erupt on the Douluo Continent...

Golden Crocodile Douluo couldn't help but shiver; he dared not think any further.

"That battle caused the heavens to crumble and the earth to split, leaving all living things in ruin."

Xu Yu did not give them much time to digest this, continuing according to the script in a tone filled with grief and solemnity:

"Although our Great Sun Prince Mansion survived that catastrophe, our homeland was destroyed, and our home is no more."

"To continue the bloodline of our race and to find a new habitat for our people, we had to build this ocean-going fleet, cross the endless seas, and search for that glimmer of hope amidst despair."

Xu Yu walked up to Golden Crocodile Douluo, looked him straight in the eyes, and spoke with a sincere yet firm tone:

"Golden Crocodile, I know that to you, we are outsiders, invaders."

"But to us..."

"This is not just a war; it is a battle for survival."

"We do not ask for much, just a piece of land where our people can multiply and thrive, a place where we can rebuild our home."

"For this, we are willing to pay the price, and we are willing to show our sincerity."

"But if..."

Xu Yu's tone shifted, and an overbearing, peerless aura erupted instantly, causing the air in the entire hall to freeze:

"If anyone wants to block our hope for survival, if anyone wants to drive us to extinction..."

"Then, even if we fight to the last soldier, even if we let this Douluo Continent follow in the footsteps of the Sun Moon Continent..."

"We will never back down!"

Boom!

As the last word fell from Xu Yu, a terrifying killing intent swept across the entire room.

Golden Crocodile Douluo felt his breathing hitch, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

He understood.

This was a threat, a naked, blatant threat!

But it was also... a desperate plea.

A group of "refugees" who had lost their home and possessed terrifying power—for the sake of survival, they were truly capable of anything!

If they were pushed into a corner, even if the Douluo Continent wasn't shattered, it would likely be crippled!

"Your Excellency... you speak too gravely."

Golden Crocodile Douluo wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his tone softening significantly.

It even carried a trace of sympathy and wariness that he himself hadn't noticed:

"If it is as you say, and your side is merely seeking a place to settle, then... it is not entirely beyond negotiation."

After all, compared to facing a group of maniacal destroyers, facing a group of powerful individuals who just wanted to find a place to live was clearly much easier to accept.

Qian Renxue was also deeply shaken at this moment.

The hostility she originally held in her heart inexplicably dissipated by a few points.

So... they were also a group of pitiful people?

It was just that the fists of these "pitiful people" were a bit too hard.

And in the shadows, Xu Zhao watched the three people being completely hoodwinked by his old man, a playful curve tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Tsk, it's a real shame Dad didn't win an Oscar for this acting.

But this way, the persona of the Great Sun Prince Mansion is firmly established.

Tragic exiles, avengers who would stop at nothing for survival... yes, this script is perfect.

The Great Sun Prince Mansion had brought many people, and there was no guarantee that information wouldn't leak out.

But as long as they could bluff their way through the present, it would be enough.