Despite the numerous Soul Skill unleashed by the six Titled Douluo, they were unable to truly trap the former Clear Sky Douluo. Instead, they were forced to defend themselves against his fierce attacks, and fatigue gradually appeared on their faces.
Qian Jun Douluo was secretly alarmed. He knew that continuing the fight would only increase casualties; the fact that his six men couldn't even defeat one person was a disgrace. He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Retreat!"
With this order given, the six Titled Douluo of the Spirit Hall Empire were as if granted a pardon. They quickly retreated from the city wall, covering each other, their disheveled appearance evident.
Tang Hao stood leaning on his hammer, gazing in the direction they had retreated. He did not pursue them, but his tall figure stood out like an insurmountable monument in the setting sun.
"We won! Clear Sky Douluo won!"
Inside Heavenly Star Pass, the Star Luo Empire witnessed this earth-shattering battle. At first, there was a deathly silence, followed by a thunderous roar of cheers.
A level 97 Titled Douluo fought against six top experts single-handedly, ultimately forcing them to retreat in disarray—such a feat is enough to shock the entire continent!
The soldiers were all fired up, their eyes filled with awe and fervor as they looked at Tang Hao. The atmosphere, which had been somewhat suppressed due to the strength of the Spirit Hall Empire, now burned like wildfire.
The morale of the troops was greatly boosted, and their fighting spirit soared. The entire Heavenly Star Pass seemed to have been revitalized by this battle.
Qian Jun Douluo, leading five Titled Douluo, landed back at the Spirit Hall Empire's military camp. As soon as he landed, he abruptly withdrew the remaining Soul Power around him, his face so gloomy it could drip water. The disheveled state he had just experienced on the Heavenly Star Pass city wall now weighed heavily on his heart, making even his steps somewhat heavy.
Inside the tent, the other five Titled Douluo also took their seats, all looking utterly defeated. One of them couldn't help but mutter, "That Tang Hao... he's actually this strong. The six of us working together couldn't even defeat him alone..."
Qian Jun Douluo raised a hand to rub his throbbing temples, his voice hoarse. "It's more than just that we can't defeat him. With his level 97 Soul Power, coupled with the domineering power of the Clear Sky Hammer and those secret techniques, we are completely at a disadvantage in terms of high-level combat strength." He took a deep breath, his eyes full of helplessness, "Under these circumstances, let alone a direct assault on Heavenly Star Pass, even if we send more soldiers up, it would just be a waste of time, and we might not even be able to touch the pass walls."
A deathly silence fell over the tent. Everyone understood this principle. Titled Douluo- level powerhouses played a crucial role on the battlefield. Once high-level combat power was suppressed, no matter how many ordinary soldiers there were, they were nothing more than ants to be slaughtered.
Qian Jun Douluo clenched his fist tightly and said in a deep voice, "It seems we have no choice but to ask headquarters for reinforcements again. We must send even stronger forces, at least Titled Douluo of level 97 or above, otherwise we will have no way to attack Heavenly Star Pass." He looked up outside the tent, his gaze piercing through the layers of military camps, as if he could see the core of the Spirit Hall Empire in the distance. "If we cannot take Heavenly Star Pass and break through the Star Luo Empire's defenses, the grand plan to destroy Star Luo Empire will be nothing but empty talk!"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the tent nodded. This was the only solution at the moment, but no one could say for sure whether headquarters had the resources to send top experts to support the Heavenly Star Pass front. A cloud of worry still hung over everyone's hearts.
Without the slightest hesitation, Qian Jun Douluo, having barely finished speaking inside the tent, shouted sharply to those outside, "Guards!"
A messenger dressed in black armor immediately responded and entered, kneeling on one knee. "Your subordinate is here!"
Qian Jun Douluo's eyes were solemn, and he spoke very quickly but clearly, "Immediately prepare the fastest carrier pigeon and send this letter to Spirit City to present to Her Majesty the Empress!" As he spoke, he quickly took out paper and pen, thought for a moment, and then wrote furiously. The ink characters appeared particularly vigorous due to the force he exerted.
After finishing writing, he carefully rolled up the letter, sealed it in a specially made copper tube, and personally handed it to the messenger, saying in a deep voice, "Tell His Majesty that Tang Hao has clearly pledged allegiance to the Star Luo Empire and is currently stationed at Heavenly Star Pass! That fellow's Soul Power has reached level 97, and his combat strength is incomparably formidable. Even with the combined efforts of myself and five other Titled Douluo, we are no match for him and have been suppressed by him!"
"The disparity in high-level combat strength at the Heavenly Star Pass front is enormous. Without stronger reinforcements, our army may struggle to make any progress, and the Star Luo Empire might even seize the opportunity to launch a counterattack!" Qian Jun Douluo's voice carried a barely perceptible hint of urgency. "I implore Your Majesty to immediately dispatch top-tier experts of level 97 or above to reinforce us. Otherwise, the prolonged siege of Heavenly Star Pass may jeopardize the grand plan to annihilate the Star Luo Empire!"
The messenger dared not delay, took the copper tube with both hands, and kowtowed vigorously. "Your subordinate obeys! I will deliver the message safely to His Majesty!" After saying that, he got up and strode out, and soon the sound of a messenger hawk flapping its wings and taking flight could be heard outside the tent.
Qian Jun Douluo gazed outside the tent, his brow furrowed. He knew that this letter not only concerned the battle at Heavenly Star Pass, but could also affect the entire Spirit Hall Empire's troop deployment. Whether they could receive support would directly determine their fate.
Deep within Spirit City, the air in the Pope Hall seemed to solidify. Bibi Dong sat on the highest throne, the amethyst ring on her finger shimmering in the dim light, yet it could not conceal her suddenly somber expression.
The secret letter from the Qian Jun Douluo, sent from the front lines, had barely been glanced at by her when it crumbled into dust under the impact of invisible Soul Power, falling softly onto the cold gold bricks. " Tang Hao!" she hissed, the chill in her voice almost freezing the candlelight in the hall. "Hidden in the Star Luo Empire, barely clinging to life for so long, you dare to jump out and get in the way?"
Rumors about Tang Hao have never ceased over the years. Although she knew his whereabouts, she was too lazy to make a fuss over a "washed-up" Titled Douluo. But now that the Spirit Hall army is pointing its sword at the Star Luo Empire, how dare he interfere? Bibi Dong's lips curled into a sinister smile, and killing intent surged in her eyes. "Very well, the scores from back then will be settled today!"
But anger didn't cloud her judgment. Tang Hao's level 97 Soul Power cultivation, coupled with the domineering power of the Clear Sky Hammer, was no match for ordinary Titled Douluo. "To kill him, the person we send should be at least level 97, preferably level 98, to create a suppressive effect." She tapped her fingertips on the armrest, her gaze sharp as a knife.
Looking across the Spirit Hall, most of those who meet this standard are concentrated in the Worship Hall. That is Qian Daoliu's territory, a group of old stubborns who only recognize the Qian Family bloodline, and even she, the empress, has difficulty directly mobilizing them.
After a moment's hesitation, Bibi Dong abruptly stood up, her purple robe sweeping across the ground and creating a sharp gust of wind. "It seems I have to go to the Worship Hall myself." She sneered and strode towards the hall's exit. " Qian Daoliu, you can't just watch Tang Hao ruin the Spirit Hall's important affairs."
Worship Hall, a solemn and dignified atmosphere perpetually filled the air. Twelve dragon-carved pillars pierced the roof, their reliefs of powerful figures from past dynasties seemingly gazing upon the newcomer. Bibi Dong, dressed in a purple robe, slowly walked through the hall's doors, her gaze settling on the figure shrouded in golden-red light directly in front of her—it was none other than the Judgment Elder, Qian Daoliu.