Douluo: Reincarnation of Leosli, punishing the evildoers

"All Star Luo soldiers, listen up! Tang San is dead! Lay down your weapons and you will be spared!"

Upon seeing Tang San killed by Leosley with a single punch, Ning Fengzhi immediately shouted.

He knew that the news of Tang San's death would definitely cause unrest, but as long as things were stabilized in time, it would lay the foundation for future work.

After all, they've won now.

"Boss Dai, what do we do?"

Ma Hongjun said with some concern.

Tang San is dead, and their strongest member is gone too. Why are they still fighting?

It's true that they're not afraid of death, but they really don't want to experience dying like Tang San, who lost his head.

Dai Mubai frowned, his gaze sweeping over Tang San's fallen corpse on the battlefield. A cold wind, carrying the stench of blood, rushed towards him. His fingers unconsciously rubbed the poisoned hidden weapon at his waist, weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

"Go for it!"

After thinking for a while, Dai Mubai decided to surrender.

"Let's take the Dean with us and go back to Soto City to live in seclusion."

Dai Mubai is tired. How could he have been so bewitched and listened to Tang San's nonsense?

Now, things have turned out badly. Not only has he become the ruler of a fallen kingdom, but he's also on the verge of losing his life.

Dai Mubai sighed, turned to Ma Hongjun, and said in a deep voice, "Fatty, pass down the order: the entire army must surrender."

Ma Hongjun nodded, a look of relief on his face. He spread his wings and soared into the sky, his booming voice echoing across the battlefield: "Brothers of the Star Luo Empire! I am Ma Hongjun! Listen to me, lay down your weapons and cease resistance!"

Following Ma Hongjun's order, the Star Luo soldiers exchanged glances and slowly lowered their weapons. Already intimidated by Leosley's formidable strength, they dared not resist the order from their commander.

Upon seeing this, Ning Fengzhi immediately shouted, "Disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, listen to my command! Help to collect weapons and appease the surrendered soldiers! Remember, do not kill innocent people indiscriminately!"

Meanwhile, Bibi Dong stood on a distant high ground and sneered, "Hmph, a bunch of trash."

Bibi Dong's figure receded into the distance, her long purple dress billowing like waves in the cold wind. Her steps were composed and indifferent, as if everything behind her was irrelevant to her. Her gaze was fixed on the distance, her deep eyes revealing no emotion, only a hint of disdainful smile.

Of course, what couldn't be concealed was the worry in his eyes.

Now that she can't contact the divine realm, what's the point of her becoming a god?

Bibi Dong stopped in her tracks, looked up at the sky, and gently stroked the papal scepter with her dark purple fingernails.
What exactly happened in the realm of gods?

Bibi Dong muttered to herself, a hint of anxiety flashing between her brows.

Ning Fengzhi waved to his disciples to continue their work, then turned to Chen Xin: "Uncle Jian, it seems this war is over."

Ning Fengzhi's lips still curved into a smile, but his eyes gleamed with calculation.

Chen Xin sheathed the Seven Kill Sword and coldly stared at Leosley in the distance: "Not necessarily, the Duke's strength."

He frowned slightly, a hint of apprehension in his tone.

Ma Hongjun landed, folded his wings, and walked to Dai Mubai's side.

"Boss Dai, what's the next step?"

He scratched his head, a confused look on his face.

"What else can you do? Do you want to wait to be purged by them?"

Dai Mubai gave Ma Hongjun a hard time, "Aren't you leaving yet? Waiting for someone to treat you to dinner?" Ma Hongjun covered his head, grimacing as he said, "Ouch, Boss Dai, could you go easy on me? My brain isn't very sharp to begin with, any more hitting will make me even dumber!"

Dai Mubai glanced at him and snorted coldly, "It's better if he's a little stupid, so he won't cause me trouble all the time." After he finished speaking, he turned around and strode towards the edge of the battlefield, the soil under his feet crunching loudly.

Ma Hongjun quickly followed, rubbing his head and muttering, "I was just thinking of everyone's best interests, who knew Tang San would be so weak..."

Dai Mubai paused, turned around and glared at him: "Shut up! What's the point of saying all this now? Get out of here quickly, don't let anyone see us loitering around here."

Ma Hongjun shrank back, not daring to utter another sound, and obediently followed behind Dai Mubai.

"Where would you two like to go?"

Ning Fengzhi naturally saw Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun preparing to flee. As far as Ning Fengzhi was concerned, such a threat could not be allowed to remain.

Oscar that kid
I guess he's been taken back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School by now, right?

Even if we kill a food-type Soul Master who has the potential to become a Title Douluo, we cannot leave him to others.

Even the Heavenly Dou Empire.

Ning Fengzhi smiled as he walked towards Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda in his hand emitting a soft light. His steps appeared leisurely, but in reality, they were relentless, each step carrying an invisible pressure.

"Gentlemen, since you have already surrendered, why are you in such a hurry to leave? Why don't you come with me to see His Majesty? Perhaps I can negotiate some preferential treatment for you."

Why does Ning Fengzhi have such confidence when facing two gods, even if they are two "crippled gods"?

The answer, of course, comes from Leosley.

At this time, Leosley and Siegfried had already begun treating the wounded on the battlefield.

Shui Bing'er and Zhu Zhuqing also joined in.

For Shui Bing'er and Zhu Zhuqing, it didn't matter much, as their ascension to godhood wasn't for the purpose of going to the divine realm.

Although the head nurse hoped everyone could be saved, sometimes things simply cannot be changed.

For those whose injuries were too severe to be cured, Leosley could only help them achieve their final release.

It's not that he can't save them, it's just that Leosley rarely interferes with other people's cause and effect.

Leosley crouched down and carefully examined the wounds of a severely wounded soldier. His fingers gently brushed across the soldier's wounds, the icy chill seeping in and temporarily stopping the bleeding. The soldier's face was ashen, his breathing weak; he was clearly nearing the end of his life.

Higewen walked over, holding a bottle of pale green medicine in her hand, her brows furrowed: "He's already beyond saving, and the medicine can't save him."

Leosley nodded, his gaze calm and deep: "He won't last ten minutes."

The soldier's eyes gradually unfocused, his lips trembling slightly, as if he wanted to say something. Leosley leaned down, his ear close to the soldier's mouth, and heard him utter a few indistinct words with his last breath: "Home...home..."

Leosley stood up and gently placed his palm on the soldier's chest. A chilling aura surged from his palm, instantly freezing the soldier's heart. The soldier's body trembled slightly, then fell completely still.

A complex look flashed across Siegwen's eyes as she watched this scene.

“Duke, it’s not entirely hopeless.”

“Death was a relief for him. The pain was over, and all that remained was eternal peace.”

Leosley withdrew his hand and answered calmly.

"Besides, head nurse, you're too kind-hearted." (End of Chapter)