"All of you, shut up!"
"If we don't kill Luo Feng this time, we'll never get another chance!"
"Send word to the Grand Supreme Elder and the Great Enshrined. Invite them to join us!"
Although Zhongli Wu seemed reckless, his reasoning was not without merit.
The news had only just begun to spread.
The Sun Moon Empire's entire front line had already collapsed.
In just three days, eleven suicides had occurred in the rear.
Even members of the imperial family had raised their banners in open rebellion.
It was obvious!
Even if Xu Tianran possessed heaven-defying abilities and suppressed everything,
the entire Sun Moon Empire would still face disintegration.
It might very well splinter into small, independent territories.
Rather than count on an ally like that, the Holy Spirit Cult might as well stake everything on one last throw.
But the man had no idea.
Luo Feng, on the other side, was actually eager for the Holy Spirit Cult to do exactly that.
When he learned that trouble had erupted in the Sun Moon Empire's rear,
Luo Feng had already quietly invited Du Busi and the other seniors over.
They were preparing to join forces and lay a trap, waiting for Zhongli Wu to crawl into it.
"Seniors!"
"While we don't expect to wipe out the Holy Spirit Cult in one stroke, we can at least deal them a devastating blow!"
"Whether it's Zhongli Wu or Ye Xishui!"
"We don't need to kill them. Gravely wounding them will be enough!"
"As for Long Xiaoyao, I'll have to ask Senior Du Busi to hold him off!"
As he looked at the dozen or so Titled Douluos before him,
a hint of ruthlessness flashed in Luo Feng's eyes.
For both sides, there would be only one chance!
On the surface, the Heaven Dou Empire would conduct a troop rotation.
Their defenses would appear slack, creating an opportunity for the enemy to attack.
Some of the guards around Luo Feng's tent would also be replaced.
In short, they had to look as though they had lowered their guard!
He would use himself as bait and invite the enemy into the jar!
"Good!"
"No problem!"
"Though this old man can't kill Long Xiaoyao, holding him off won't be a problem!"
"The Three Great Empires have all secretly dispatched plenty of skilled fighters this time. We'll make those Evil Soul Masters pay!"
In truth,
this was already an overt scheme, a clash between immortals.
Both sides knew the other would go all out.
It would come down to who was willing to risk more.
While the Heaven Dou Empire was making its preparations,
Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao also arrived at the front.
But the two seemed to have developed a disagreement.
"Xishui, can't you see that this is a trap the other side has dug for us?"
Whether he favored Luo Feng or simply worried about the beauty he had protected for so many years,
Long Xiaoyao not only opposed the operation this time, but even urged Ye Xishui not to act rashly.
"Long Xiaoyao, I know you cherish talent!"
"But unless Luo Feng dies, our Holy Spirit Cult's wish can never be realized!"
"I promise you, as long as you help me complete this final sacrifice, I'll leave the Holy Spirit Cult and live in seclusion with you!"
Ye Xishui seemed to have quite a knack for handling lapdogs.
Meanwhile, Zhongli Wu could not get a word in.
He could only stand meekly to one side,
waiting for the final decision.
The Death God Douluo understood perfectly well.
Without his mother and Long Xiaoyao, charging over recklessly would be marching to his death.
Evil Soul Masters might be willing to throw their lives away,
but against the powerhouses of the Three Great Empires, along with Shrek,
they were still far from enough.
"All right. I'll clear out the powerhouses on the perimeter for you!"
"But if something goes wrong, I must take both of you away!"
He looked at Ye Xishui, then at Zhongli Wu beside her.
Finally, Long Xiaoyao nodded helplessly.
People could spend their entire lives trapped in a single snare.
Even Long Xiaoyao, the greatest expert in this world, could not escape fate.
Meanwhile,
an unexpected visitor appeared in Luo Feng's tent.
It was Yan Shaozhe, Ma Xiaotao's teacher.
Since a battle to the death lay ahead,
Luo Feng no longer intended to keep his secrets hidden.
The two enemy Limit Douluos remained an unsolvable problem.
Even though his strength had increased, he still could not reach that level.
So it was time to deploy Yan Shaozhe, his secret weapon.
"What?"
"Luo Feng, what did you say?"
"I'm Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao's great-grandson?"
This was a piece of family history that no outsider knew.
Even Yan Shaozhe himself was utterly stunned to hear it.
Yan Shaozhe had originally thought Luo Feng had invited him over to discuss his relationship with Ma Xiaotao.
After all, Yan Shaozhe was Ma Xiaotao's teacher and practically half a father to her.
He had never expected this Luo brat to drop such a bombshell.
"Senior Long Xiaoyao may not know the details, or even know that he has a descendant like you!"
"But that Supreme Cult Leader, Ye Xishui, certainly knows everything!"
"So if those two refuse to relent, I'll be counting on you to save my life!"
Hearing their conversation,
Ma Xiaotao hurried forward as well.
She took her husband's hand, then looked at her teacher with pleading eyes.
Faced with this,
what else could Yan Shaozhe say?
"All right. In fact, I've also wondered where my Bright Phoenix Martial Soul came from!"
"If I really am related to Ye Xishui, I'll help you even if I have to risk my life!"
With Yan Shaozhe's promise, Luo Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He had actually already broken the rules.
He had revealed information that originally only a third-party transmigrator would know.
After this battle, just facing everyone's questions would surely be enough to leave him with a bitter cup to swallow!
But he had no choice!
Driven into such a corner, he could only resort to this desperate measure!
"Whoosh!"
"Rumble!"
Just as Yan Shaozhe nodded,
a violent explosion suddenly rang out in the military camp outside Luo Feng's tent.
And it was not just one, but a continuous barrage.
"They're here. That was fast!"
"Husband, I'll go out with you!"
Hearing the commotion, Ma Xiaotao immediately grew alert.
But Luo Feng shook his head.
"Xiaotao, I want you to stay with your teacher. As the bait, I have to play my part first!"
As the saying went, if you put on a show, you had to see it through.
Since he intended to invite the enemy into the jar, every detail had to look convincing!
"Then... be careful!"
"Mm!"
"Whoosh!"
The next instant, an emerald streak of light shot up from the ground.
Clad in a heavy suit of Soul Tool Armor, Luo Feng shouted down toward the ground.
"What happened?"
"Hurry and put out the fires! Protect the provisions!"
At that moment, he looked as though he had no idea danger had already arrived.
He continued directing operations from the air like a dutiful general.
But in the next instant,
the space behind Luo Feng suddenly split open.
A massive Death God Demon Puppet appeared, brandishing a Death God Scythe high overhead.
It slashed toward his back!
Heh!
Just what I'd expect from Zhongli Wu. He was a peak rank-98 Super Douluo,
yet he still favored these chicken-stealing, dog-snatching tricks.
Was he trying to kill me in one strike?
But just as the scythe was about to strike Luo Feng's head, a sudden burst of light appeared around him.
"Hum!"
"Jade Dragon King Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone skill: [Myriad Things Cannot Invade]!"
Luo Feng gave a low roar.
A suit of indestructible Dragon Armor appeared on his body.
And it was not just Luo Feng.
Even the soldiers on the ground were clad in identical armor.
"This is our chance!"
"Everyone, attack!"
Once protected, these seemingly ordinary soldiers cast off their disguises.
One after another, they shot into the air, blocking every route of escape.
A closer look revealed the truth.
How were these ordinary soldiers?
They were all Soul Douluos and Titled Douluos.
"Cult Leader Zhongli Wu, stop hiding!"
"We know each other so well already. Come on out!"
Seeing that all the experts lying in ambush were in position,
Luo Feng stretched lazily.
Then he called out an invitation into the void.
"Hmph, you little bastard!"
"You certainly prepared well!"
"But did you think our Holy Spirit Cult hadn't brought anyone?"
With a low roar,
the sky gradually darkened.
Under the cover of a black cloud, Zhongli Wu slowly emerged with his army of Evil Soul Masters.
They were all thousand-year-old foxes.
There was no point playing out tales of fox spirits.
They might as well let their skills settle the truth...
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