Douluo: Reincarnation of Leosli, punishing the evildoers

Leosley spoke in a deep voice.

His voice was deep and calm, yet carried an undeniable sense of pressure.

Siegfried's gaze was fixed on Leosley, a complex light flashing in her eyes. She gently shook her head: "Duke, I..."

"If you have any difficulties, just tell me and we can solve them together." Leosley sighed softly as he looked at Siegwen's hesitant expression.

Higgin never beats around the bush when she speaks, so why is she being so hesitant today?
Higgin's fingers trembled slightly, her gaze lingering on Leosley's face as if searching for the right words to express her confusion.

“Head Nurse?” Leosley’s voice echoed in the cold air, as if piercing through the howling wind and snow. His gaze remained calm as still water, but the pressure hidden within it was not to be ignored.

Higewen took a deep breath, the cool air filling her lungs and calming her nerves slightly. Her fingers loosened their grip on the medical equipment, and her tail, which had been wagging frequently, now hung gently behind her.

Higewen: "Your Grace, I just feel... if it's really as you say, that the divine realm has its eyes on us, then what follows could be very dangerous."

“I understand your concerns, Head Nurse,” Leosley said calmly.

His voice was calm and composed, as if he were stating a simple fact.

Siegwen's gaze was fixed on Leosley, a complex light flashing in her eyes. Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she chose to remain silent.

After a moment, she slowly spoke: "Your Grace, I'm just worried that if the divine realm really has its eye on us, you might... you might be in danger."

Her tone carried a hint of subtle concern and unease.

Leosley paused for a moment, then took a deep breath and gazed into the distance.

"The realm of gods? We'll have to see if they have the ability," he said calmly.

His voice carried a hint of disdain and confidence, as if he were mocking those so-called gods.

“Let’s go. This trip is over, it’s time to go back. There’s no use thinking about it now.” Leosley finished speaking, his gaze sweeping over Siegwen and Shui Bing’er, then he turned and strode away from the Ice God Temple. The cold wind still raged, and snowflakes danced in the air, but his steps were steady and composed, as if the surrounding cold had nothing to do with him. Siegwen and Shui Bing’er exchanged a glance, then quickly followed.

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The center of the divine world.

At this moment, the God of Asura stood at the highest point of the temple, overlooking the endless divine realm below.

Those deep eyes seemed to contain endless killing intent and indifference, yet also a hint of barely perceptible weariness.

The God of Destruction, dressed in purple robes, sat in his designated seat on the Divine Realm Committee, his face showing some displeasure.

"Shura, although the Demon God has only been in the mortal realm for a short time, it's been almost two months. Even if there's no news, shouldn't there be some intelligence coming back?" The God of Destruction's gaze swept across the meeting room, finally settling on the back of the God of Shura.

His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of his chair, producing a soft, rhythmic sound. Although a day in the realm of gods is equivalent to a year on earth, according to the timeline of Douluo Continent, it has been two months since the Demon God descended to the mortal realm.

Two months without a single word, it's laughable if word gets out.

“Yes, Shura, you know that according to the rules, unless there is an important matter, gods cannot stay in the mortal realm for too long, otherwise it will disrupt the cultivation balance in the mortal realm.” The benevolent god dressed in white said softly, “Shura, we know that you care about the mortal realm, but the rules cannot be broken. If the demon god stays for a long time, it may cause unnecessary turmoil.”

Her voice was gentle yet dignified, and her white robes swayed gently with her movements, radiating a pure glow.

"I'm afraid the Demon God isn't going to investigate, but to do something we don't know about?" The God of Destruction's tone was tinged with sarcasm.

As soon as the God of Destruction finished speaking, the entire hall fell into a brief silence, with only the rhythmic sound of his tapping on the armrests of his chair echoing in the air.

"Destruction, your guess is far too arbitrary." The God of Kindness gently shook his head, then looked up at the God of Asura, his tone calm, "Asura, the Demon God's descent to the mortal realm this time was a mission you personally dispatched. Did you really not receive any news at all?"

With his back to the crowd, the Asura God's gaze remained fixed on the distance, his voice low and cold: "I personally issued the Demon God's mission, the purpose of which is simply to investigate that unknown divine power."

As he spoke, he slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping over everyone like a blade, and continued, "As for why he has not returned yet, perhaps it is because the flow of time in the lower realm is different from that in the divine realm, or perhaps he has encountered unexpected obstacles."

Besides fulfilling the mission of the God Realm Committee, the Demon God also took the opportunity to instigate that bat to help Tang San. Interfering with the inheritance of gods is a shady matter, and if these four find out, he will probably be held accountable again.

He almost got caught by the God of Destruction last time for interfering with the divine inheritance. If he is found out that he is indirectly helping the successor, who knows what kind of trouble he might cause.

The God of Destruction frowned slightly, a complex light flashing in his eyes.

"Hmph, Shura, your explanation is truly flawless. However, I am quite curious, what kind of 'unexpected obstacle' could have kept the Demon God lingering in the mortal realm for so long? Or is there some other hidden reason behind this?"

The God of Destruction's voice was icy and chilling, his gaze sharp as a blade, directly confronting the God of Asura. He leaned forward slightly, a mocking smile playing on his lips, his fingers ceasing their tapping and instead gripping the armrest tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

The Goddess of Kindness frowned, her gaze shifting between the two, seemingly sensing something amiss. Her voice remained gentle, but now held a hint of probing: "Shura, if there's truly trouble, feel free to tell us. After all, the order of the divine realm requires our collective effort to maintain."

The Asura God remained standing, his expression cold and unwavering. His gaze met that of the God of Destruction, as if two invisible forces were colliding in mid-air. After a moment, he slowly spoke, his voice deep and powerful: "Destruction, if you have any doubts about my decisions, feel free to raise them directly. There's no need for this sarcastic tone."

The God of Destruction snorted coldly, leaning back slightly in his chair, but the sharpness in his eyes remained undiminished.

"Alright, Xiao Zi, Shura, both of you calm down." The green-clad Goddess of Life stood up and stood between the two. "Now is not the time for conflict. What we need is unity, not mutual blame. I will continue to investigate the matter of the Demon God, but Shura, you cannot be too arbitrary."

"Hmph." The God of Destruction shifted his gaze from the God of Kindness to the God of Asura, a complex light flashing in his eyes. After a moment, he turned away without speaking again.

Just then, a sudden change occurred. (End of Chapter)