Vanguard Titan Locks Onto the Ghost Emperor! I'll Strike First Before the Match Even Begins

[Ironclad, I think we've been spotted.]

[The other party seems to be an Evil Soul Master, and his level is no lower than yours. He's probably the Ghost Emperor of the Holy Spirit Cult!]

At that moment, the Ghost Emperor probably had no idea, not even in his dreams,

that while he was secretly tailing Luo Feng,

his own movements had already been reported.

The Vanguard Titan was hovering tens of thousands of meters in the sky.

And yet, it had scanned the entire scene in an instant.

It had originally been meant to gather intelligence for its Ironclad!

But who would have thought it would net such a big fish?

"The Ghost Emperor?"

"So Qiangu Dongfeng really does have ties to the Holy Spirit Cult. Looks like this Martial Arts Matchmaking won't be so peaceful after all!"

Originally, Luo Feng hadn't planned to cause trouble.

He'd only wanted to quietly follow the rules and fight his way through the competition.

But he hadn't expected the other side to refuse to let him.

Even though the Ghost Emperor's appearance was his own personal decision,

Luo Feng didn't know the truth.

So he naturally assumed that Old Thief Qiangu had summoned the man.

There was no need to explain what came next.

Rather than take a beating passively, he'd strike first.

Several of the Holy Spirit Cult's top fighters had already fallen at his hands. The two sides had long since reached the point of no return.

And the Ghost Emperor's appearance would clearly escalate their conflict even further!

"BT, keep him locked on. I'll find a crowded place and expose him in front of everyone!"

The truth about the relationship between Qiangu Dongfeng and the Holy Spirit Cult was murky and hard to pin down.

But it was all happening behind closed doors!

They would never publicly reveal their ties to each other!

To avoid being caught between two Limit Douluo,

he had to find a way to shut the Spirit Pagoda up.

The best method was to expose the Ghost Emperor's true identity in front of everyone.

More than 90% of the young talents present had no fondness for Evil Soul Masters.

By then, even if Qiangu Dongfeng tried to weasel out of it, he couldn't openly make a move!

Great!

That was the plan!

[Protocol received. Searching for a suitable venue for the Ironclad.]

The next moment, the Vanguard Titan began running calculations at top speed.

In the face of a supercomputer's algorithms,

the Ghost Emperor had no idea he was walking, step by step, toward his own destruction.

At that moment, he was wearing a disguise and strolling along leisurely behind Luo Feng.

Every now and then, he jotted down Luo Feng's likes and interests.

"Hmph, he's a man who likes a lively crowd, too!"

"Seems he likes pretty young women, as well!"

"Looks like I can find a few pretty cult members to lure him in!"

The two walked one ahead of the other.

They were less than a hundred meters apart.

Each thought he was the hunter.

That was, until Luo Feng arrived at the Preliminary Arena Tournament.

This was where the largest number of contestants had gathered.

Among them were elders from prominent families across the land.

Titled Douluo-level experts were a common sight, too.

"This is the place!"

"BT! Get the loudspeakers ready!"

[Understood, Ironclad!

The Full-Band Physical Amplification Array is at full capacity. Optical camouflage disengaged. Orbital drop countdown: three, two, one!]

As Luo Feng issued the final command in his mind,

the lazy look in his eyes sharpened in an instant.

The Preliminary Tournament registration plaza was packed with people, and the noise soared into the sky.

It had gathered young talents from every corner of the Douluo Continent.

It was also filled with elders leading teams from top sects and reclusive clans.

Aside from the old monsters in secluded cultivation,

at least half of the renowned powers across the continent had sent representatives to squeeze into this area.

In the crowd, the Ghost Emperor, disguised as a refined young gentleman,

held a folding fan, a cold smile curling his lips as though he had everything under control.

His gaze clung to Luo Feng's back like a venomous snake.

"Heh. You don't know what's good for you, boy.

I'll extract your soul and hang it up as a lantern!"

The Ghost Emperor furiously plotted a vicious scheme in his mind. He had even figured out how to wrangle with Qiangu Dongfeng afterward.

But just as he believed himself to be a peerless hunter who had everything under control,

the unexpected descended!

"RUMBLE!!!"

The skies above Ming Capital, clear and cloudless just moments ago,

suddenly erupted with a terrifying sonic boom, as if it would tear the entire firmament apart!

It wasn't thunder. It was the horrifying roar of some colossal object of tremendous mass,

forcing its way through the atmosphere at an impossibly high speed that defied aerodynamics!

"My God! What is that?!"

"Enemy attack! We're under attack! A fireball is falling from the sky!"

"What terrifying pressure! C-could this be an attack on the level of a Limit Douluo?!"

Across the plaza, countless Soul Masters looked up in terror.

Thirty thousand meters above them, a massive "meteor" trailed an intensely bright, deep-blue plasma flame.

It was hurtling straight toward the Preliminary Square at the Spirit Pagoda Headquarters in a world-ending plunge!

The unreasonable force of its terrifying gravitational acceleration distorted the surrounding space.

The elders present, all Titled Douluo-level experts, felt as though a mountain ten thousand zhang tall had fallen onto their chests.

Their legs went weak, and even their Martial Souls nearly collapsed beneath the metal tide crashing down from above!

Just as everyone thought doomsday had arrived and the Spirit Pagoda was about to suffer a devastating attack,

the enormous fireball suddenly blared a mechanical synthesized voice, loud enough for tens of millions of people across Ming Capital to hear!

[Warning! Warning! System has detected the wavelength of an extremely dangerous evil creature!]

[Attention, Soul Masters across the continent! An Evil Soul Master is here! The Ghost Emperor has infiltrated the Spirit Pagoda!!!]

[Repeating! An Evil Soul Master is here! The Ghost Emperor of the Holy Spirit Cult has infiltrated the Spirit Pagoda!!!]

The broadcast, amplified by the Vanguard Titan's high-powered speakers and infused with a Limit quasi-god-level mental shock,

was like a hundred Level 9 Fixed Soul Guidance Cannons exploding in the middle of the crowd at once!

"What?"

"The Holy Spirit Cult! The Ghost Emperor?"

"That Ghost Emperor—the level-99 old monster who kills without batting an eye, slaughtering cities and wiping out sects?

How dare he come to the Spirit Pagoda Headquarters!"

The entire plaza erupted. Panic spread through the crowd like a plague.

All the young talents and sect elders revealed their Martial Souls, looking around in terror.

Everyone knew what kind of people the Holy Spirit Cult were.

If those crazies, who treated human lives like grass, had infiltrated a gathering of this scale,

they had to be planning to wipe everyone out and sacrifice their flesh and blood!

"Th-this is..."

In a corner of the crowd, the Ghost Emperor had been getting ready to watch the show. Now, he stood utterly frozen.

His handsome, disguised face was filled with undisguised shock and disbelief.

The folding fan in his hand hit the ground with a sharp snap.

The next moment, a harmless-looking man blocked his escape route!

"Surprised? Didn't see that coming?"

Luo Feng walked up to the Ghost Emperor and teased him in a loud voice that everyone present could hear.

"Senior Ghost Emperor, you're certainly skilled at hiding yourself with that skin-stealing possession technique.

But times have changed, old man!"

At those words, several Titled Douluo-level experts at the scene immediately realized what was going on.

"H-he's the Ghost Emperor!"

"The Ghost Emperor is here! Surround him, quick!"