He was just speaking when—
Rakshasa God Bibi Dong tried to summon her divine power to stop Chen Fan.
But the moment she moved, her internal injuries flared. Her face turned deathly pale, and purple blood spilled uncontrollably from her mouth. She staggered several times, nearly falling.
"Chen Fan, wait!"
Hu Liena was startled when she saw him rush out and tried to stop him.
But—
How could someone who was merely a Soul Sage stop Chen Fan, a level ninety-three Titled Douluo?
Throughout the Spirit Hall Empire, every Titled Douluo with a higher Soul Power Level than Chen Fan was gravely injured, with less than a tenth of their strength remaining. None of them could stop him. All they could do was watch helplessly as he headed for the front lines...
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Something's happened!"
The Heaven Dou Empire's side was steeped in gloom.
The Titled Douluo in particular felt as if they were waiting for a countdown to their deaths.
But—
Just then—
A voice rang out, full of surprise!
Everyone's attention snapped toward it. Almost at once, they all looked up in unison!
"What is it?"
The one who spoke was Marshal Ge Long.
He pointed outside the arena. "It looks like someone from the Spirit Hall Empire isn't afraid to die and is going to join the fight!"
"What!?"
"Damn, who's that? What a gutsy guy!"
"Thank you, Titled Douluo of the Spirit Hall Empire, for dying on our behalf. Rest assured, after you're dead, I'll burn joss paper for you every year!"
The Titled Douluo of the Heaven Dou Empire were overjoyed. They all looked up, their gazes burning as they watched Chen Fan charge toward the Teleportation Gate!
Chen Fan paid them no mind.
His stride was firm and his pace swift as he walked straight toward the deep-red gate.
As Chen Fan entered the Teleportation Gate leading into the Jialing Pass battlefield—
At last, Yu Xiaogang, whose Soul Power Level was relatively low, caught sight of him!
"Your Majesty, someone from the Spirit Hall Empire really is going in to die!"
Xue Beng had seen Chen Fan enter with his own eyes, and was beside himself with joy. He nearly jumped up. "Good! Let him die! Send him in!"
Ning Fengzhi, Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, was another matter.
As he watched Chen Fan enter the Teleportation Gate, a vague sense of foreboding stirred in his heart.
Everyone thought this mission was a certain death sentence. But why was this man heading straight for the mountain, knowing full well there was a tiger there?
"Hmph, I think the people from the Spirit Hall Empire know they'll die as soon as Third Brother wakes up. So they're making one last gamble, hoping to turn a bicycle into a motorcycle!"
Ma Hongjun curled his lip in disdain at the sight. "Otherwise, who'd be stupid enough to walk into a certain death trap?"
His words made the people around him nod thoughtfully.
Ning Fengzhi furrowed his brow slightly. After thinking it over, he also felt the explanation made sense.
The Spirit Hall Empire had little to fear from Qian Renxue, who had already shattered her divine position. But with only Rakshasa God Bibi Dong left, how could she stop Tang San, who had both kidneys intact?
Although the Teleportation Gate had been interrupted midway, Tang San was fine. He'd only fallen unconscious, nothing more.
Once he woke up, the Spirit Hall Empire would still be a turtle in a jar.
So—
It was only natural that the Spirit Hall Empire would stake everything on one desperate gamble to survive...
With countless eyes upon him, Chen Fan reached the Teleportation Gate and stepped inside without the slightest hesitation.
Red light flashed, swallowing his figure completely.
[Countdown stopped.]
[Spirit Hall Empire representative Chen Fan has voluntarily accepted the mission.]
[Teleportation Gate closed.]
[Teyvat Continent, Mondstadt battlefield visuals synchronizing in real time.]
In an instant—
The image on the light screen rippled like water as Chen Fan stepped through.
A magnificent city gate appeared before the eyes of everyone on the continent.
The dark-gray stone walls gleamed with a cold, hard sheen in the moonlight. Wall lamps above the archway cast a warm, golden glow, softening the imposing structure. Moonlight bleached the flagstones pale, while lush shrubs along the road swayed gently in the evening breeze, breaking their shadows into ragged fragments.
The street beyond the gate stretched into the distance, its peaceful outline traced by hazy lights. The breeze carried the faint scents of flowers and wheat past their noses, soothing away the day's clamor. All that remained was the soft flutter of flags in the wind, as the warm light enfolded the whole city in the tender hues of night.
This peaceful, tranquil scene was nothing like the "world-ending battlefield" that the people of Douluo Continent had imagined.
It was the gate of Mondstadt City!
"Crack."
A rift tore open in midair, and Chen Fan landed steadily on the stone bridge outside the city gate. He raised his head slightly and looked at the entrance, even more lifelike than the graphics in the game he'd played before crossing over. A smile crept across his face.
He'd guessed right!
It was exactly the kind of "Battle to Defend Mondstadt City" he'd imagined!
As Chen Fan appeared on the light screen—
In the southwestern borderlands of the Star Luo Empire, behind a remote village called Falling Leaf Village, three figures sat in a field.
At their head was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his early thirties. His name was Chen Yuan, Chen Fan's father and the former Cardinal of the Spirit Hall Empire!
"Brother! It's Brother!"
The young girl pointed at the light screen in the sky, her face flushed with excitement and her voice trembling. "Father, Mother, look! It really is my brother!"
Their gazes sharpened, but they didn't look up right away. Instead, they exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in the other's eyes!
Because—
It had all come true!
About five years earlier—
After Chen Fan became an elder of the Spirit Hall Empire, he'd spoken with the two of them and said the empire was certain to fall. He'd urged them to leave and live in seclusion.
They hadn't believed him, of course. But after he'd spent a long time persuading them, they'd finally taken his word for it.
Not long after the two of them left with their daughter, they heard that Chen Fan had been demoted to an elder in charge of logistics. The news had shaken them deeply.
Of course—
They still found it hard to believe the Spirit Hall Empire would be defeated. They'd even been inclined to believe another explanation.
And now—
The voice that had sounded after the Teleportation Gate appeared had also echoed in their minds. Combined with Chen Fan entering it now...
"So Her Majesty the Tsaritsa is trying to suppress Xiaofan—or even kill him?"
The two exchanged a glance and arrived at the same thought!
They'd of course seen the earlier mission to escort the twins out of Teyvat, and they knew what had happened to Tang Hao!
And now Chen Fan had appeared on the light screen... Did that mean Bibi Dong had forced him into it?
Meanwhile—
On Teyvat, beyond the walls of Mondstadt City—
The instant Chen Fan landed, his gaze swept over the area ahead.
A cool breeze brushed past. On the far side of the stone bridge, several short, strange black figures swayed as they approached the city gate, clutching wooden clubs and torches. They let out unintelligible cries, seeming eager to attack.
They were too far away for him to make out their features. All he could see was a vast mass of shadows.
"Could this be a battle between two armies?"
The countless Spirit Masters watching through the light screen saw the same thing, and their faces all changed.
Yu Xiaogang cried out, "They've appeared!"
"These must be the well-trained elite troops from another world, the ones sent to destroy entire nations!"
"Judging by their appearance, even if they aren't gods, they must be as powerful as Titled Douluo!"
He let out a cold laugh. "Chen Fan of the Spirit Hall Empire is dead!"
"Against an elite army from another world, he'll be torn to pieces in an instant!"
Even his idol, the Clear Sky Douluo, had perished in that other world. What was a mere Titled Douluo from the Spirit Hall Empire supposed to be?
On the light screen—
Without wasting a word, Chen Fan's Soul Power erupted around him. Nine Spirit Rings rose from beneath his feet—two yellow, two purple, and five black. The last one, deep and abyssal, suddenly blazed with a dazzling black light!
"Ninth Soul Skill—Impermanence Hell!"
Chen Fan gave a low shout and thrust one hand forward.
Boom!
Space trembled, and black mist churned.
In an instant, hundreds upon hundreds of thick, pitch-black chains shot from the void like a volley of arrows!
Frosty light glinted at the tips of the chains. Carrying a terrifying force that could tear through anything, they covered the far end of the stone bridge like a storm!
"Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft—!"
The creatures had no time even to scream.
The Hilichurls in the distance, still nothing more than dark figures, hadn't even seen Chen Fan's face before the countless chains pierced them in an instant. They turned to ashes on the spot, not a scrap left behind!
A one-hit kill!
A complete, unquestionable wipeout!
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