On Douluo Continent, Politics Aren't Complicated—The Bigger Fist Makes the Rules

Qian Renxue steadied her somewhat ragged breathing.

She still couldn't accept the existence of Qian Sha Yu, her evil Second Personality.

But she knew perfectly well that with her current seventieth-rank soul power, she had no way of eliminating the variable that was Qian Sha Yu.

That violent, cruel power was completely beyond control.

The only thing she could do now was seize complete control of the Heaven Dou Empire as quickly as possible.

Afterward, she would return to Spirit Hall and ask her grandfather, Qian Daoliu, to intervene.

Even Elders She Long and Ci Xue had failed to detect the problem.

Perhaps only her grandfather, a Peerless Douluo, could determine what kind of monster this so-called Second Personality truly was.

"What do you plan to do next?"

Qian Sha Yu's voice sounded in the depths of her mind once more.

His tone carried an amused, spectator-like mockery.

A trace of confusion showed in Qian Renxue's eyes.

The situation had changed far too quickly.

Her twenty-year plan to infiltrate and steal the nation had originally been to poison the emperor and ascend the throne naturally.

Yet Tang San had ruined all her plans.

Then Qian Sha Yu, her Second Personality, had forcibly emerged and turned the entire Heaven Dou Empire into a complete mess through the most violent and brutal means possible.

Xue Ye the Great had died suddenly, Prince Xue Xing had been killed, and Qian Sha Yu had slaughtered the entire court in blood.

The core of the entire empire had already fallen into utter chaos.

"Don't know what to do now?"

Qian Sha Yu's cold laugh reverberated through the mental space, filled with disdain.

"I really don't understand what you're so confused about."

"I was the one who ordered Xue Ye the Great's dog head chopped off."

"All the obstacles have been cleared. Just take over the empire's government as the young mistress of Spirit Hall."

"Kill everyone who stands in your way. Crush anyone who refuses to accept it."

"There was never any complicated politics in this world. The biggest fist is the greatest reason."

Qian Renxue bit her lower lip.

She had to admit that she couldn't find any reason to refute such brutally straightforward words.

"Oh, right."

Qian Sha Yu's tone suddenly changed.

"Xue Ke, and Tang Yuehua from Moon Pavilion."

"Leave those two women for me."

"The next time I take over this body, I'll kill them with my own hands."

Qian Renxue frowned.

"Why do you insist on killing Xue Ke and Tang Yuehua yourself?"

"Xue Ke is merely a useless princess with no threat to speak of, while Tang Yuehua only has ninth-rank soul power. Killing them would serve no purpose at all."

Within the consciousness space, Qian Sha Yu sat cross-legged atop a sea of blood.

His eyes were cold and merciless.

After Xue Ye the Great and Prince Xue Xing had died, no system notification had appeared in his mind.

Nor had he received any rewards.

Qian Sha Yu had already begun to suspect something.

Although Xue Ye the Great had been executed on his orders,

it seemed that, according to the system's judgment, he had to personally sever the man's head or blast him to death for it to count as a valid kill.

He couldn't obtain finishing-blow rewards from those who had merely been executed.

That judgment rule greatly displeased him.

"Why ask so many questions?"

Qian Sha Yu snorted. "Just leave them alive if I tell you to."

"They must die by my hand."

Qian Renxue sighed.

She truly couldn't understand the bizarre way this murderous lunatic thought.

Considering that he had just driven back Tang San, crippled Bone Douluo, and forcibly taken Heaven Dou City for her, she naturally wouldn't refuse such a small request.

"I can imprison Tang Yuehua and leave her for you, but Xue Ke... you can't touch her."

Qian Sha Yu sneered. "Heh, what, have you grown attached to her after pretending to be her brother for so long?"

"..."

Qian Renxue pressed her lips together and said coldly, "I have my own use for keeping her. It's none of your business."

"Tch, fine."

Qian Sha Yu didn't particularly care.

Xue Ke was merely a minor character anyway.

Tang Yuehua, on the other hand, was a supporting character who had some significance in the original story. Her death would definitely yield a system reward.

"We'll talk about it when you come out next time."

The coldness of Spirit Hall's young mistress gradually returned to Qian Renxue's eyes.

At this point, there was no meaning in dwelling on whether he really was her Second Personality.

The deed had already been done.

Heaven Dou City had fallen under her control.

She needed to mobilize every secret agent Spirit Hall had as quickly as possible.

She would forcibly suppress every resistance force and completely seize the Heaven Dou Empire.

More importantly, Qian Sha Yu's earlier mockery had deeply wounded her.

"You're too weak."

Those words continued to echo in her ears.

She had innate twentieth-rank soul power and a god-tier Angel Martial Soul, yet she had wasted her youth on schemes and calculations.

Now even Tang San, a mere Soul Emperor, could pose a tremendous threat to her.

Humiliation.

It was an absolutely unacceptable humiliation!

Qian Renxue clenched her fists.

She had to complete her takeover of the government as soon as possible, then devote all her energy to cultivation.

Strength was the foundation of everything!

Meanwhile.

Inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

The atmosphere within the council hall was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

The air was thick with anxiety.

Fourth Prince Xue Beng paced back and forth across the hall.

Cold sweat constantly ran down his cheeks.

He looked like an ant on a hot pan.

"Sect Master Ning, do you think Teacher and the others can safely rescue Father?"

Xue Beng's voice trembled.

Ning Fengzhi sat in the seat of honor.

His grip on his cane was just as tight.

Although he appeared calm on the surface,

the irrepressible worry in his eyes had long exposed the panic within his heart.

"Rest assured, Your Highness," Ning Fengzhi said in a deep voice. "Tang San is meticulous in his planning, and Uncle Sword and Uncle Bone, two Titled Douluo, are personally protecting them."

"No matter how deeply Qian Renxue concealed herself, she couldn't possibly stop them from rescuing His Majesty."

"Rescuing His Majesty is only a matter of time."

Those words were not only meant to reassure Xue Beng, but also himself.

Just then.

Crack!

The space in the center of the hall suddenly twisted violently.

A pitch-black spatial rift tore open out of thin air.

A flash of joy passed through Ning Fengzhi's eyes.

"They're back!"

Xue Beng excitedly took two steps forward.

However.

When the first figures stumbled out of the rift, the atmosphere in the hall instantly froze.

The ones who fell out were Ma Hongjun and Oscar.

Both of them were covered in horrifying wounds.

Their battle robes were tattered beyond recognition.

Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing emerged next, supporting one another.

Dried blood stained the corner of Dai Mubai's mouth, while his evil eyes were filled with terror.

Tang San was the last to step out of the rift.

More than half of the Eight Spider Lances on his back had snapped.

His face was as pale as paper, and even standing seemed difficult for him.

There was no sign of Xue Ye the Great!

Ning Fengzhi's heart sank heavily into the depths of the sea.

An extremely ominous premonition swept through his body.

The rescue had failed?!

Before Ning Fengzhi could ask anything, another figure walked out of the spatial rift.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin looked utterly exhausted.

One of his hands supported Bone Douluo Gu Rong.

Gu Rong's right sleeve hung empty.

Bright blood continued to seep uncontrollably from the site of his severed arm.

In Chen Xin's other hand was a bloody severed limb.

"Uncle Bone!"

Ning Fengzhi's mind went blank.

He immediately rose to his feet and rushed over to Gu Rong in several strides.

Seeing Gu Rong's deathly pale face and his completely missing right arm, Ning Fengzhi panicked completely.

One of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's two pillars, Bone Douluo, had lost an arm!

"Uncle Sword, what exactly happened?"

"Why did Uncle Bone end up like this?" Ning Fengzhi demanded hoarsely.

Chen Xin's expression was incomparably ugly.

He clenched his teeth tightly, his eyes filled with deep wariness and rage.

"It was Qian Renxue."

Every word Chen Xin spoke seemed forced through clenched teeth.

"That old bonehead lost his right arm to her sword while protecting Rongrong."

The words struck like thunder from a clear sky.

Xue Beng's legs gave out beneath him, and he collapsed straight to the floor.

Even Bone Douluo had lost an arm.

Then Heaven Dou City... was Father beyond saving?

"Father!"

A shrill cry rang out.

Ning Rongrong had collapsed onto the floor.

Her hair was a complete mess, tears and snot mixing together. Not a trace remained of the usual delicacy of the sect's young miss.

She wailed as her entire body convulsed.

"Father, I almost died in Heaven Dou City!"

"That Qian Renxue is a lunatic!"

"Her sword was red, covered in blood!"

"Grandpa Bone lost his arm just to save me!"

Ning Rongrong cried out the terrifying scene as though she had gone mad.

That killing-intent-filled sword strike had become a nightmare she would never escape for the rest of her life.

Ning Fengzhi looked at his sobbing daughter, then at Gu Rong, who had lost too much blood, and felt as though he had been struck by lightning.

He simply couldn't accept this reality.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect controlled the wealth of the world precisely because Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo kept it suppressed.

Now that Bone Douluo had lost an arm, his combat strength had plummeted. For the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, it was nothing short of the sky falling.

Not long ago, Spirit Hall's Soul Hunting Operation had wiped out the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan while also dealing the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect a devastating blow.

Bone Douluo losing an arm only made matters worse for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

"Quick! Bring the sect's best healing soul master here!"

Ning Fengzhi shouted at the top of his lungs toward the doorway.

"No matter the cost, you must reattach Uncle Bone's arm!"

The entire main hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was in utter chaos.

Soul masters rushed about in panic.

The light of healing soul skills kept flashing over Gu Rong's body.

Yet the terrifying murderous baleful aura clinging to the stump of Gu Rong's arm kept eroding the healing soul power.

Every attempt to set the bone brought heart-rending pain.

Gu Rong gritted his teeth and let out a muffled groan, veins bulging across his forehead.

"It's useless... Fengzhi."

Gu Rong spoke weakly. "That killing aura has completely destroyed the vitality of my flesh."

"I'm afraid this arm can't be reattached."

Even so, Ning Fengzhi was unwilling to give up.

Bone Douluo was an existence of paramount importance to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.