The Heaven Dou Empire, Under Linyuan Pavilion's Rule for Now, Guga!

Ge Long turned and ran. He did not dare look back.

He poured Soul Power into his legs and sprinted for his life. His armor hung in shattered pieces, his hair was a mess, and blood covered his face and body. Nothing about him resembled the marshal of the armed forces anymore.

He had no idea how long he had been running when the city walls appeared ahead. Heaven Dou City was close.

The heart that had been lodged in Ge Long's throat finally settled. His throat tightened, and he nearly collapsed on the spot. He had made it back alive; nothing else mattered. He picked up speed and charged into the city.

At the gate, several guards saw a blood-soaked man rushing toward them and hurried to block him with their spears. Before they could make out who he was, Ge Long was upon them. He struck with his palm, sending the lead soldier flying into the city wall. The man died on impact.

The other soldiers' legs went weak with fear. None dared stop him. They let him rush through the gate and race straight for the palace.

In the palace's main hall, the civil and military officials waited for news from the army.

If they won, Heaven Dou would possess a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone, and the empire's prestige would soar. But if they lost? Impossible. Absolutely impossible!

Several elderly officials who had argued for peace huddled among the crowd, their faces grim. The eldest of them wore a deep frown. Ever since Xue Ye had ordered the troops to march, he had not slept a single restful night. Apart from Lin Yuan, Linyuan Pavilion had several Titled Douluo. Which of them could Heaven Dou afford to provoke? If a fight broke out and the pavilion