The Emperor Falls Unconscious, The Empress is Captured

Qian Xunji did not spare the Clear Sky Sect another glance. His cold eyes, filled with divine majesty, turned slowly until they locked firmly onto the Star Luo Empire's formation.

The holy sword still dripping with blood in his hand pointed from afar at the Star Luo Emperor, who was clad in golden armor.

"Tang Zhen is finished. Dai Tianfeng, it is your turn. Come up and meet your death."

Dai Tianfeng's scalp tingled, and cold sweat poured down his body. Tang Zhen was a top-tier Titled Douluo, yet he had been reduced to a one-armed cripple; if he, a mere level eighty-something Soul Douluo, went up there, wouldn't he be minced into meat paste?

But he was an Emperor! The dignity of the Star Luo Empire could not be trampled upon!

"Your Majesty, I come to assist you!"

Beside him, the Star Luo Empress Zhu Wanying, with her fiery figure and beautiful face, bit her red lips and grasped Dai Tianfeng's hands without hesitation.

"Martial Soul Fusion Skill—Hell White Tiger!"

Accompanied by a heaven-shaking tiger roar, a giant tiger over ten meters long took shape on the city wall. Although Dai Tianfeng and Zhu Wanying were only Soul Douluos, the combat power of this Hell White Tiger had definitely reached the level of a Titled Douluo.

Not only that, the elderly man who had been standing behind them finally moved. Nine soul rings lit up; he was a genuine level ninety-three Titled Douluo.

A Hell White Tiger comparable to a Titled Douluo, plus a solid, veteran level ninety-three Douluo, attacked Qian Xunji in mid-air from left and right with resolute killing intent.

"Martial Soul Hall Pope! You are too arrogant!" the old man roared sternly.

"Three against one? The Star Luo royal family truly has a grand sense of theater."

Qian Xunji hovered in place, not even intending to dodge. He even sheathed his holy sword, a mocking sneer curling the corners of his lips.

"Did you think this Seat came out to play without bringing my own people?"

"Uncle Qianjun, Uncle Xiangmo, let us work together and dismantle his bones."

The words had barely fallen.

"As you command!"

Qianjun and Xiangmo, the two Super Douluos standing in front of the royal carriage, suddenly opened their eyes.

Their terrifying level ninety-seven peak soul power surged like two awakening primordial beasts.

Two massive long staffs carved with coiled dragon totems descended directly from the sky with the force of a thunderbolt!

The level ninety-three old man who had just rushed into mid-air did not even have time to scream before his protective aura was shattered by a single strike from Qianjun Douluo. Immediately after, Xiangmo Douluo swept his staff horizontally from the side, striking the old man squarely in the chest!

"Bang!"

A rain of blood exploded across the sky! A level ninety-three Titled Douluo, under the combined attack of two level ninety-seven Super Douluos, did not even last a second before being smashed into a mist of blood on the spot, leaving no corpse behind!

"What?"

Dai Tianfeng and Zhu Wanying, transformed into the Hell White Tiger, felt their souls shatter. Just as they wanted to turn back, Qian Xunji's figure, ghost-like, had already teleported to the top of the white tiger's head.

"Get down for this Seat!"

Qian Xunji stomped heavily on the head of the Hell White Tiger, his level ninety-five limit soul power pressing down like a mountain.

"Boom!"

The Hell White Tiger let out a mournful cry, its massive body disintegrating in mid-air. Dai Tianfeng spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot, crashing onto the city wall like a rag doll.

Empress Zhu Wanying, who was also shaken out of the Martial Soul Fusion state, fell helplessly from mid-air.

Before she could react, Qian Xunji reached out with a large hand, domineeringly gripping the beautiful Empress's slender waist and imprisoning her in his arms.

It was smooth, fluid, and done in one breath.

The Clear Sky Sect Master had lost an arm and fallen in rank, the Star Luo guardian Douluo was dead, the Emperor was unconscious, and the Empress had been abducted on the spot!

The entire process had not even taken the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn.

On the walls of Jialing Pass, it was so silent one could hear a pin drop.

Everyone looked like a duck whose neck had been throttled, trembling as they watched the man in mid-air, holding the Star Luo Empress in one arm with twelve wings of divine light blazing behind him.

Qian Xunji glanced down at Zhu Wanying, who was struggling desperately in his arms but was firmly sealed by his soul power, chuckled, and then slowly turned his head.

His deep, mischievous gaze landed precisely on Ning Zhen and Yu Yuanzhen, who were trying to shrink themselves into the cracks of the city wall behind the crowd.

Qian Xunji's mouth curled, revealing an extremely warm yet bone-chillingly "kind" smile:

"Two Sect Masters, why are you standing so far away?"

"Come, let us continue our chat about withdrawing the General Theory of Martial Souls."

Qian Xunji's "kind" call, falling into the ears of Ning Zhen and Yu Yuanzhen, was even more terrifying than a soul reaper's summons.

Ning Zhen did not hesitate for even a second.

Lifting the hem of his expensive robes, he scrambled forward as if his feet were greased, rushing beneath Qian Xunji before dropping to one knee with a thud.

"Your Holiness the Pope! It is a massive misunderstanding!"

Ning Zhen's old face squeezed into an expression of grief and grievance, tears welling up instantly as he pointed at the unconscious Tang Zhen in the pit and cursed loudly:

"It was all the Clear Sky Sect! It was that old scoundrel Tang Zhen who forced us! Relying on being the number one sect in the world, he forcibly coerced our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect into signing and stamping!

I, Ning Zhen, swear to the heavens that my reverence for Martial Soul Hall is like the surging river, and I support the publication of the General Theory of Martial Souls with both hands and feet!"

Yu Yuanzhen, standing to the side, also realized that if he didn't shift the blame immediately, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan would become the Blue Lightning Gecko Clan by tomorrow!

"Yes, yes, yes, Sect Master Ning is absolutely right!" Yu Yuanzhen also rushed over to kneel on one knee, roaring with righteous indignation.

"Your Holiness the Pope, please see the truth. I am endlessly grateful for your guidance of Xiao Gang; how could I ever oppose you? It is all the work of those treacherous scoundrels from the Clear Sky Sect and the Star Luo Empire acting in the shadows. I, Yu Yuanzhen, shall stand against them to the death!"

Pfft—!!!

As luck would have it, Tang Zhen, who had just been revived by his elders pinching his philtrum, opened his eyes only to hear these shameless declarations of scapegoating from his former allies.

He had already lost an arm, his spirit bone had been seized, and his cultivation had plummeted; his vitality was already on the verge of collapse.

Enraged by these two old foxes, his eyes bulged, and a fountain of black blood erupted three feet into the air.

"You... you two shameless..."

A shrill, bellows-like wheeze escaped Tang Zhen's throat before his eyes rolled back. Amidst the sorrowful cries of his sons, he fainted once again; it was unlikely he would wake up for at least ten days or half a month.

"Hahahaha..."

Watching this scene of dogs biting dogs, Qian Xunji stood in the void and finally could not help but burst into laughter.

"Enough, stop the act." Qian Xunji reined in his laughter, his cold gaze sweeping over the trembling leaders of the various factions atop the city wall.

"I know exactly what you are thinking. You are unhappy that the General Theory of Martial Souls has broken your monopoly? Very well!"

Qian Xunji spread his arms, his presence radiating dominance: "If you are dissatisfied, you are free to return to your sects, print the secret arts of your ancestors down to the eighteenth generation into books, and sell them on the streets! This Seat will never stop you!"

The city wall fell into a deathly silence. To print their own secret arts for sale? Wouldn't that be digging their own graves? Only Martial Soul Hall possessed the foundation and the audacity to carry out such a continent-wide enlightenment.