The Heaven Dou Empire Had Fallen

The streets were littered with corpses and severed limbs. The neighing of warhorses gradually faded away.

The knight commander's heavy lance was stuck in the ground, with half of his master's arm still wrapped around the shaft.

Qian Daoliu stepped over it and continued walking.

The second line of defense: the Academic Committee of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

Three professors at the Soul Douluo level rushed to the scene upon hearing the news.

They stood at the crossroads, blocking the path of the Qian Daoliu.

The elderly man leading the group was named Meng Shenji, a level 76 Soul Saint and the chief instructor of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy. His Martial Soul was the Nightmare Butterfly, which specialized in mental attacks.

Standing next to him were two colleagues, one from the class of '73 and the other from the class of '71.

All three were high-level combatants trained by the Heaven Dou Empire for decades.

Meng Shenji's legs trembled as he watched Qian Daoliu approach.

The aura of Level 99 Limit Douluo pressed down on him, like a mountain falling from the sky.

He gritted his teeth and activated his Martial Soul. The Nightmare Butterfly spread its wings, and purple scales scattered everywhere.

"Qian Daoliu! As the Great Enshrined of the Spirit Hall, you dared to trespass into the capital of the Heaven Dou Empire and slaughter the soldiers guarding the city. Are you trying to make an enemy of both great empires?!"

Qian Daoliu did not stop, nor did he even glance at Meng Shenji.

The Angel Holy Sword was raised, and it was gently pointed.

A golden ray of light shot out from the tip of the sword, as thin as a hair, and faster than sound.

The light passed through Meng Shenji's chest and emerged from his back.

Meng Shenji looked down at the fist-sized hole in his chest. The edges of the hole were golden, emitting wisps of white smoke. The divine power of the Angel was dissolving his Soul Power and life force.

He wanted to say something; his mouth opened, but no sound came out.

His body fell backward.

The other two education committee members attacked simultaneously. One unleashed an ice-type Soul Skill, and the other unleashed a wind-type Soul Skill.

Qian Daoliu sidestepped the ice spikes and casually shattered the wind blades with a single sword stroke.

Then he swung his sword twice in a backhand motion.

Two heads flew up.

The three Soul Douluo instructors from the Heaven Dou Royal Academy were all killed in less than three breaths.

Qian Daoliu's footsteps never stopped for a moment.

The palace is getting closer.

The third line of defense.

Imperial guards.

The most elite armed force of the Heaven Dou Empire. It has a strength of 500 men, each of whom is Soul Master of Level 30 or above, and its commander is Soul Emperor of Level 60.

They were the last line of defense for the royal family.

The commander of the Imperial Guards Zhao Duo, who was in his forties. He had followed Xue Ye for twenty years and fought in over a hundred battles, large and small.

Upon receiving news of the complete collapse at the front, Zhao Duo did not hesitate. He knew what level of enemy had arrived.

But he was the commander of the Imperial Guards, and the palace was behind him.

He cannot back down.

"Form a shield wall! Everyone, get into defensive formation!" Zhao Duo drew his sword and stood at the forefront of the shield wall.

Five hundred Imperial Guards were arranged in three ranks. The first rank consisted of heavy shield bearers, who squatted on the ground with their large shields linked together, forming an iron wall.

The second rank consists of spearmen, their spear tips protruding from the gaps in their shields. The third rank comprises crossbowmen, their crossbows nocked and aimed forward.

Zhao Duo's six Soul Ring lit up. His Martial Soul was a Soul-Breaking Saber, its blade Entanglement in dark red Soul Power.

The square in front of the palace gates fell silent for a few moments.

Then, golden light shone from the end of the street.

Qian Daoliu walked out of the street and stood at the edge of the square.

He looked at the shield wall in front of him, and at the Imperial Guard soldiers wielding swords and spears.

With its six wings unfurled, golden holy light surged forth.

He planted the Angel Holy Sword in the ground and stretched out his hands.

Between his two palms, a golden sphere of light condensed and took shape. The sphere was not large, only about the size of a fist, but the light on its surface was so dazzling that even Zhao Duo could not open his eyes.

The sphere of light contained pure Angel Soul Power, compressed to its limit.

Qian Daoliu pushed the ball of light out.

The ball of light drifted toward the shield wall at a slow speed, like a bubble floating in the wind.

But when it encountered the first shield...

Boom!!!

A burst of golden light erupted.

The shockwave swept outwards in all directions from the center of the sphere of light.

The shield wall shattered. The spears broke. The crossbow bolts turned to ash in mid-air.

The first rank of heavy shield soldiers were thrown back by the shockwave; their armor melted in the golden holy light, and their bodies shattered before they even hit the ground.

The second rank of spearmen was engulfed by the golden wave of light.

The third rank of crossbowmen rolled backward and crashed into the palace gate, breaking their bones and tendons.

Zhao Duo used the Soul-Breaking Saber to block in front of him, unleashing his full Soul Power.

The shockwave struck his blade.

The knife broke.

The shards pierced his body.

He was propelled backward by the shockwave for more than thirty meters, crashing into a stone pillar at the palace gate.

The stone pillar cracked.

Zhao Duo slid down from the stone pillar and sat on the ground, leaning against it. His chest was caved in, and his armor was completely shattered. Blood was everywhere from his mouth, nostrils, and ears.

His eyes were still open as he watched Qian Daoliu walk towards him step by step.

"Heaven Dou... Imperial Guards..." Zhao Duo's lips moved, but his voice was so soft it was barely audible.

Qian Daoliu walked past him without delivering the finishing blow.

Zhao Duo's hand fell to his sides.

The palace gates were wide open.

Qian Daoliu went inside.

The palaces, layer upon layer, unfold along the central axis, exuding a magnificent aura. The Hall of Supreme Harmony, located at the deepest part of the palace, is the core of power for the entire Heaven Dou Empire.

Qian Daoliu step by step along the white marble path into the palace.

The entire palace was in complete chaos.

Palace maids and eunuchs scattered in all directions, and imperial guards rushed out of the palace gates with their weapons, but as soon as they caught sight of that white-robed figure, everyone stopped and turned to run away in a frenzy.

No one dared to step forward and stop them.

The news of the battle just now outside the palace square, in which all five hundred elite imperial guards perished, has spread throughout the entire palace city. Extreme fear grips the heart of everyone.

Ignoring the chaos around him, Qian Daoliu passed through three palace gates and finally stopped in front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

The heavy palace doors were tightly closed, and twelve personal guards stood in front of the palace.

These people all possessed Soul Ancestor cultivation levels of over forty, their faces were deathly pale, yet they remained standing guard in front of the hall, not one of them retreating.

Qian Daoliu raised his right hand and gently pushed.

An invisible, terrifying Soul Power exploded, and the two heavy bronze doors slammed directly into the inner wall of the hall, the deafening roar causing the entire hall to tremble slightly.

The twelve guards simultaneously activated their Soul Ring, unleashing a barrage of Soul Skill that enveloped Qian Daoliu.

Qian Daoliu didn't even lift his eyelids, and the golden holy light on his body rippled slightly.

All the incoming Soul Skill were completely dissolved within three feet of him, leaving not even the slightest ripple.

The Angel Protection Holy Light of a level 99 Limit Douluo is inherently effective against all low-level Soul Skill.

He casually raised his hand and waved it, sending a golden gust of wind sweeping across the entire arena.

All twelve guards were blown away by the strong wind, crashing into the solid pillars of the corridor, and then fell completely still upon landing.

Qian Daoliu strode into the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

The hall was spacious and empty, with candles burning continuously, and the rosewood dragon throne on the high platform sat empty to one side.

Beside the dragon throne stood an elderly man with white hair.

The Heaven Dou Emperor, on Xue Ye.

"Qian Daoliu."

The Xue Ye's voice echoed slowly in the hall, as he tried his best to calm himself and maintain the last vestiges of imperial dignity.

Qian Daoliu stood in the center of the hall, raising his eyes to look at the high platform. His tone was calm, yet it carried a chilling coldness. "Xue'er died in your Heaven Dou Imperial Palace."

Xue Ye tightened his grip on the short sword in his hand.

I know the grief and anger in your heart.

Xue Ye spoke slowly, his tone calm and composed, with a hint of persuasion, "But this matter has nothing to do with me. This demise was due to poisoning. I have sent people to investigate thoroughly for three days, but we have still not been able to identify the culprit."