Infinite Firepower! Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Spirits Can Be Transformed into Level 9 Soul Guidance Cannons

"Clack, clack, clack!"

"Pshhh!!"

That was Luo Feng's special Martial Soul, Fullmetal Alchemist.

It could help his Vanguard Titan remove the unstable energy surrounding a Soul Spirit.

It was just like peeling a tea egg.

Luo Feng's Martial Soul was responsible for peeling away the outer shell.

Then the Vanguard Titan could separate the egg white from the yolk and turn them into different weapons.

"Vmmm!"

The process was quite different from when they had loaded low-level Soul Spirits before.

This time, the conversion made quite a commotion.

The steam and various gases billowing out were far more intense.

But as BT's pilot,

Luo Feng could clearly feel that the Vanguard Titan was now terrifyingly powerful!

[Pilot, I feel great!]

[Three pure-blooded Level 9 Soul Guidance Cannons have been loaded and are ready to fire instantly!]

[With our current combat strength, if we faced Mr. Tang Wulin again, I'd have an 80% chance of breaking through his defenses!]

Don't underestimate the strength of Tang Wulin's Battle Armor.

But if three Level 9 Fixed Soul Guidance Cannons focused their fire on him, he'd still have his hands full.

Unless he could equip his complete four-word Battle Armor.

"So, BT! How many weapons like these can you load at once?"

[Pilot, there's no limit. The more, the better!]

[If this princess gives us all the Soul Spirits here, my combat strength could rival that of the entire Imperial First Mecha Legion.]

It was clear that the Vanguard Titan was even more excited than its pilot.

In that sense, becoming the princess's husband didn't seem like such a bad deal.

"How is it? How is it?"

"Is it ready?"

Seeing Luo Feng's excitement, Dai Yun'er's face lit up too.

But just as the two young people were discussing things, a fat man shaped like a ball came wobbling toward them.

He wore a fake smile.

The sort of smile that never reached his eyes.

He was the Tang Sect's hall master stationed in the Star Luo Empire, Smiling Douluo Hu Jie, a Level 98 powerhouse.

"Your Highness, Princess, I've finally found you. His Majesty has agreed to Tang Wulin's request, so..."

In truth, once the engagement was broken off,

the Star Luo Empire had lost its last hold over Tang Wulin.

He had wanted to return to the Douluo Continent for a long time.

But out of consideration for appearances, Tang Wulin and Holy Spirit Douluo had already left.

They'd sent this fat man to deliver the news.

"What? Lord Hu Jie, Tang Wulin didn't even say goodbye to me?"

Dai Yun'er's voice rose eight octaves in an instant. Her rosy cheeks had turned deathly pale.

A sheen of tears quickly clouded her wide eyes, hurt, anger, and resentment tangled together.

Although she'd just said she wanted to make Luo Feng her consort and had flaunted herself in front of Tang Wulin,

that had mostly been the haughty, petulant reaction of a little princess throwing a tantrum.

Deep down,

the man in white, as radiant as snow, whose spear had shaken the universe during the Five Gods War, had always occupied a very special place in her heart.

She'd thought that even if they ended their engagement, they could at least remain friends.

Even a simple "take care" before he left would have soothed her wounded heart a little.

But she'd never imagined Tang Wulin would leave so decisively, as if staying another second would be torture.

Nearby, Smiling Douluo Hu Jie maintained his trademark, affable fake smile.

He rubbed his round belly and bowed slightly.

"Please calm down, Your Highness.

My nephew Wulin bears a heavy responsibility. Shrek Academy has a mountain of work ahead of it, and the Tang Sect also has important matters for him to handle.

Time was short, and to avoid unnecessary complications, he had no choice but to take this course of action.

This old man was only following orders. I hope Your Highness will forgive us."

Hu Jie's explanation was airtight, attributing everything to "the greater good" and "time constraints."

But such official platitudes clearly couldn't comfort a girl who had just had her heart broken and felt slighted.

"Complications? He thinks I'm a complication?"

Dai Yun'er's tears finally began to fall.

She spun around and stared fixedly at the tightly shut armory doors.

As if she could see the figure already receding into the distance through the thick alloy steel.

"Fine! Good riddance! If he's gone, he'd better never come back!"

Seeing Dai Yun'er in such anguish, Luo Feng sighed inwardly. He knew the original story's timeline all too well.

After Tang Wulin left, they probably wouldn't meet again until they were worlds apart, after enduring countless trials and changes.

But this wasn't the time to lament the twists of fate.

Luo Feng felt the surging power BT was sending through their mental link.

He looked at the three gleaming golden Soul Guidance Cannons, ready to unleash their fire at any moment.

Then he glanced at the seemingly boundless treasury of energy before him, and his heart began to pound uncontrollably.

Hu Jie's arrival had not only brought news of Tang Wulin's departure; it had also sounded a warning bell for Luo Feng.

The cruel struggle of this world had only just begun.

Just as BT had said, if they could absorb all the Soul Spirits here,

the Vanguard Titan would have the terrifying combat strength to rival the entire Imperial First Mecha Legion!

And the key to all of this was the tearful princess standing before him.

"Fine, I'll live off a woman!

For BT, and to survive on this damn Douluo Continent, I'm throwing caution to the wind!"

Luo Feng mentally slapped himself hard, knocking away what little male pride he had left.

He took a deep breath, doing his best to make his voice sound gentle and sincere.

He walked over to Dai Yun'er, and, seeing her shoulders trembling slightly from crying, spoke softly.

"Your Highness, don't be sad. He's not worth it."

Dai Yun'er jerked her head up and glared fiercely at Luo Feng through tear-filled eyes.

Then, ignoring the fat man's astonished gaze,

the proud little princess threw herself straight into Luo Feng's arms!

"Ah Feng, you're not allowed to be like Tang Wulin. You can't leave my side!"

At a time like this, all a girl wanted was a passionate embrace!

Smiling Douluo understood how to read the room, so he chuckled and took his leave.

"Um, Your Highness, I promise I'm not that kind of person. But I wanted to ask: what's the procedure for obtaining the Soul Spirits here?"

Looking at the tearful girl in his arms,

and remembering their earlier first kiss,

Luo Feng couldn't help feeling protective of her.

But even as he held the little princess, he couldn't resist asking about the important matter.

"What procedure?"

"Ah Feng, what do you want? I'll decide. You can have it all!"

As if to prove how resolute she was,

Dai Yun'er slowly slipped out of her sweetheart's embrace like a well-behaved kitten.

Then she unlocked the door with her fingerprint.

"Pfft!"

In an instant, the row of golden cabinets opened.

Inside were Soul Spirits at the Ten-Thousand-Year level and above.

Aside from the ones specially made by the Spirit Pagoda, there were also several wild Soul Spirits.

Luo Feng could barely keep his eyes off them.

"Th-these are all for me?"

"Mm. As my consort, you can do whatever you like with everything here!"

Now this was what you called a powerful foundation.

This was the foundation of the Star Luo Empire!

How many people in the entire Star Luo Empire could do whatever they pleased in the royal treasury?