Dai Mubai's anger intensified. As he dodged the punch, he gathered his Soul Power in his right hand, and his Fifth Soul Skill, " White Tiger Blazing Sun Blade," transformed into a ten-foot-long white beam, slashing horizontally towards Dai Weisi's waist.
Dai Weisi reacted extremely quickly, spinning to avoid the blade, but the wind from the blade struck his shoulder armor, instantly tearing a gash in the dark armor and causing blood to seep out.
The pained Dai Weisi's eyes hardened, and he suddenly activated his Sixth Soul Skill, " White Tiger Destruction Kill." Dark Soul Power condensed into a gigantic White Tiger, which, with a world-destroying aura, lunged at Dai Mubai: "Today I'll show you who the true successor of the Star Luo Empire is!"
Dai Mubai gritted his teeth and activated his Sixth Soul Skill, " White Tiger Destruction Kill." The snow- White Tiger phantom merged with him and crashed fiercely into the huge black claw. The collision of the two extreme Soul Power caused the entire mountain forest to tremble, and broken branches and leaves fell like a rainstorm.
Before the aftershocks of the clash with the White Tiger True Body had even subsided, Dai Mubai was the first to give in—his level 65 Soul Power was completely exhausted under the continuous suppression of the level 68, his snow-white fur lost its luster, and the phantom of his Sixth Soul Skill began to dissipate. He staggered backward, his chest heaving violently, blood constantly spilling from the corner of his mouth, and even the strength to clench his claws was rapidly fading away.
A cold glint flashed in Dai Weisi's eyes as he seized the fleeting opening, his figure closing in like Gui Mei. Dense black light gathered on his left arm, and the power of his Fifth Soul Skill, " White Tiger Demon God Transformation," erupted once more. Sharp tiger claws, accompanied by a sharp sound of tearing through the air, stabbed straight towards Dai Mubai's unsuspecting chest!
"Thud--" The sound of claws piercing flesh was particularly jarring in the forest. Dai Mubai's pupils suddenly dilated, and his body stiffened abruptly. He struggled to raise his head and looked at Dai Weisi, who was so close to him, his eyes filled with resentment and disbelief.
Dai Weisi leaned down, his lips close to Dai Mubai's ear, and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, his tone trembling slightly. "I'm sorry, little brother... the White Tiger Dai Family lineage must continue, even if it means enduring humiliation... Go in peace."
Dai Mubai's body trembled violently. He wanted to say something, but could only cough up a mouthful of blood. He stared into Dai Weisi's eyes, the last glimmer of light fading from them. His arm fell limply to his side, and he collapsed heavily onto the leaf-strewn ground, completely lifeless.
As soon as Dai Mubai's body fell to the ground, Dai Weisi straightened up, his black armor still stained with his brother's blood. He whirled around, his gaze sweeping like a cold blade across the remaining rebels not far away, and a furious roar that echoed through the mountains roared, "Leave no one alive! Kill!"
Before the words were even finished, the three thousand elite troops behind him moved instantly. Dressed in uniform armor and wielding standard weapons, they surged towards the rebel army like a tidal wave. Swords flashed and clashes crisscrossed, screams rose and fell. The rebel army, already demoralized by Dai Mubai's defeat, was utterly powerless against the well-trained elite troops. In less than half an hour, they were all slaughtered, and the land in the mountains and forests was stained dark red with blood.
Dai Weisi didn't glance at the corpses scattered on the ground. He bent down, picked up Dai Mubai's head, hastily wrapped it in a cloth, mounted his horse, and galloped towards Star Luo City with his personal guards.
Upon arriving at the Star Luo City palace, Empress Bibi Dong of the Spirit Hall Empire and Emperor Xue Qinghe of the Heaven Dou Empire were already seated on the throne. Dai Weisi knelt on one knee and presented a cloth wrapped around a human head. "Your Majesty, the traitor Dai Mubai has been executed. We present his head as a warning to others."
Bibi Dong's gaze fell on the cloth, a cold smile curving her lips as she slowly nodded, "Well done." Xue Qinghe also nodded, his tone approving. " Dai Weisi, you are pragmatic and capable. Star Luo Empire needs you to stabilize the situation."
As soon as the words were spoken, a eunuch stepped forward with the Duke's seal. Bibi Dong and Xue Qinghe exchanged a glance and announced in unison, "Effective today, Dai Weisi is hereby conferred the title of White Tiger Duke, and shall oversee all military and political affairs of the former Star Luo Empire territory!"
Dai Weisi kowtowed in gratitude, and as he received the seal, he felt a mixture of restraint and a barely perceptible heaviness in his heart. He knew that the title of White Tiger Duke had been earned with his brother's life, and this investiture would not only demonstrate the authority of the two emperors but also show the former Star Luo Empire followers a way to "submit," thus appeasing their hearts—he had to continue this game.
With the dust settled in the old Star Luo Empire lands, after the investiture ceremony, Bibi Dong and Xue Qinghe, escorted by their respective guards, set off to return to Spirit City and Heaven Dou City respectively.
Before their departure, the two met briefly at the pavilion Star Luo City. Their words were full of politeness and "expectations." Bibi Dong's purple eyes held a hint of unfathomable smile, while Xue Qinghe maintained a gentle demeanor. They agreed to "protect the peace of the continent together," but their clenched fists and the sharp glint in their eyes could not hide their wariness of each other.
As the two groups of people headed off in opposite directions, the officials of Star Luo City watched the two figures raising dust and realized that the current harmony was only a temporary balance. The Spirit Hall Empire held a powerful army of Soul Master, and Bibi Dong's strength was unfathomable; the Heaven Dou Empire had a deep foundation, and Xue Qinghe had been ruthless since taking power, secretly expanding his influence.
This continent cannot accommodate two top empires coexisting. There can not be two suns in the sky, nor two rulers in a country. The current calm is merely the calm before the storm. Before long, a new struggle to determine the fate of the continent will inevitably erupt between the Spirit Hall Empire and the Heaven Dou Empire.
Yu Tianheng, the Divine Martial King of the Heaven Dou Empire, had no interest in the imperial conflicts on the continent at this moment. The aftermath of the Star Luo War and the undercurrents in the court were kept out of his secluded chamber. His previous duel with Tang Xiao, the clash between their fists and soul power, had given him a new understanding of his own strength bottleneck. He was now fully focused on breaking through to the second level of the Human Immortal Realm.
Inside the secret chamber, the primordial energy of heaven and earth swirled like clouds and mist. Yu Tianheng sat cross-legged, his Soul Power flowing endlessly around him, sometimes condensing in his palms, sometimes circulating through his limbs and bones. He held his breath and focused his mind, integrating his insights from the battle with Tang Xiao into his cultivation, constantly refining his Soul Power and stabilizing his realm, launching an attack on a higher level barrier.
A month later, the stone door of the secret chamber suddenly swung open, and a far more powerful aura than before surged out. Yu Tianheng slowly stepped out, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, his Soul Power surging yet restrained, and the pressure of the Human Immortal Realm Second Stage quietly spread.
He raised his hand to sense his own condition, a smile appearing on his lips—not only had he successfully broken through his realm, but the power of his Martial Soul, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, had also improved accordingly, and his Soul Power Level had steadily climbed to level 88, just one step away from becoming Titled Douluo.
The setting sun, like blood, spilled across the rugged mountain path. Tang San was protected by several disciples of the Clear Sky Sect. His clothes were covered in dust and blood, and his breathing was disordered from the long escape. Only his Purple Demon Eye still shone with unwillingness.