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Chapter 449 Happy Poison Cannot Die

The night sky was like a torn canvas, and the flames shooting into the sky below made it look eerie and grotesque.

The continuous explosions were like the drumbeats of death, each boom accompanied by a violent tremor of the earth, as if the heart of the entire Sun Moon Empire was convulsing in this apocalyptic scene.

"boom--!"

Another deafening roar followed, and an even more intense fireball rose from the ruins of the palace, illuminating the surrounding rubble as if it were scorched earth in a purgatory.

Smoke and flames mingled, and thick black smoke billowed upwards, almost completely engulfing the sky.

Right at the heart of this destruction, a figure suddenly shot into the sky from the billowing dust, bringing with it a scorching wave of air.

Dragon Emperor Douluo Long Xiaoyao hovered in mid-air, his figure as steady as a rock amidst the raging air currents.

He looked down at the palace below, which had once symbolized the supreme power of the Sun and Moon Empire and had been glorious for thousands of years. Now it had been turned into a bottomless pit, with jagged edges and countless broken building structures scattered on the scorched earth like the skeletons of a dying beast.

Flames flickered at the bottom of the pit, and thick smoke billowed out, carrying a pungent smell of sulfur and acrid burning.

This Limit Douluo, who had lived for over two hundred years and witnessed countless changes in the world, now had an unbelievable shock in his aged eyes.

He had never witnessed such a horrific scene of destruction in his long life.

The destructive energy that suddenly erupted from the depths of the earth was so intense and wide-ranging that even he, a level 99 Limit Douluo, felt a tremor and a threat originating from the depths of his soul.

He was certain that if he were in the epicenter of the explosion and had no room to dodge, even he would likely be annihilated!
Congratulations, you guessed right, but there's no reward.

Lao Long had no idea what had sent him away in his past life.

At this moment, Long Xiaoyao's black robe was covered with dust, and there were even scorch marks on some of the edges where it had been burned by the high temperature.

A rare pallor appeared on his usually calm face, and a thin trickle of blood even seeped from the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating that he had also suffered considerable shock in the sudden explosion. He forcibly suppressed his churning blood and qi, his eyes filled with a terrifyingly gloomy expression.

"call out!"

"call out!"

Almost at the same time that Long Xiaoyao stabilized his body, two figures also soared into the sky from the sea of ​​fire and smoke below, one on the left and one on the right, forming a three-way standoff with Long Xiaoyao in mid-air.

The man on the left, with his signature long, dark green hair dancing wildly in the night wind and a burly build, was none other than the Sect Master of the Body Sect, Poison Undying. His face had a sickly flush, clearly indicating that he had also suffered from the aftershocks of the explosion, but his dark green eyes gleamed with excitement and madness.

The figure on the right, dressed in pristine white, was exquisitely beautiful—it was the Snow Empress. She maintained her aloof and indifferent demeanor, as if nothing in the world could stir any emotion within her, but the extreme chill emanating from her seemed even more intense than before.

Long Xiaoyao withdrew his gaze from the utterly destroyed imperial palace below, slowly turning to Du Busi and Xue Di. His deep, authoritative voice echoed through the night sky, each word carrying a chilling power: "Du Busi, Xue Di. You should understand the rules of Title Douluo. When it comes to worldly disputes, we should speak from the heavens." In the world of Soul Masters, there indeed exists an unwritten rule, tacitly accepted and strictly followed by all Title Douluo-level powerhouses. This rule originates from a divine decree left ten thousand years ago by Tang San, the legendary figure who founded the Tang Sect and ultimately ascended to the God Realm.

At its core, the sky is the only battlefield for any powerful figure at the Title Douluo level who participates in worldly wars or conflicts, in order to avoid causing devastating damage to ordinary people.

Only the victor in the aerial duel is authorized to have its forces attack those below the Title Douluo level.

As long as there is one Title Douluo remaining in the opposing camp, the other Title Douluos must not attack ordinary troops or cities on the ground.

For unarmed civilians, war is undoubtedly a catastrophe.

As for Title Douluo, such a powerful figure standing at the top of the Soul Master pyramid, destroying a large city would not be difficult if they unleashed their full power without any scruples.

It is precisely because of this ironclad law from the gods that, although wars have occurred on the continent from time to time over the past ten thousand years, indiscriminate slaughter of civilians has been avoided to the greatest extent possible, and the casualties of innocent people have been greatly reduced.

Long Xiaoyao's suggestion of "speaking from the heavens" is based on this ironclad rule.

Upon hearing Long Xiaoyao's words, Du Busi let out a piercing, maniacal laugh, filled with disdain and arrogance: "Hahahaha! Long Xiaoyao, you old bastard, you speak so grandly! When did I ever interfere with worldly affairs?"

He stretched out his thick finger and pointed to the huge crater below, which was still emitting black smoke and flames. He chuckled and said, "Can't you see clearly with your old eyes? Such an extreme explosion, such earth-shattering power, is clearly the work of a level nine fixed-position soul-guided cannon! This kind of power is comparable to the full-force attack of Limit Douluo like you and me, isn't it?"

Poison-Undying paused, his smugness deepening, and continued with a thick layer of sarcasm: "These good things, I bought them for free from your Sun Moon Empire's heavily guarded secret warehouse! Tsk tsk, what a generous gesture! I wonder which country your Sun Moon Empire intended to destroy when you manufactured these things? Now, you've been blown up by your own stuff, and you're trying to turn around and accuse me of breaking the rules? It's utterly ridiculous! Absurd, utterly absurd!"

Upon hearing this, Long Xiaoyao's expression froze. He opened his mouth, but found himself speechless.

Everything that Du Busi said is true.

The scale and power of that explosion could not have been caused by an ordinary Title Douluo. Only the legendary, infinitely powerful Level 9 fixed-position soul-guided cannon could have triggered such a terrifying chain reaction.

This strategic-level destructive weapon is indeed a top secret that the Sun Moon Empire has secretly developed and stored at great expense of countless resources.

Wait, am I not a citizen of the Heavenly Soul Empire?

No, that's not right either. I belong to the Holy Spirit Cult, which is the state religion of the Sun and Moon Empire.
For a moment, Long Xiaoyao fell silent.

Seeing Long Xiaoyao's humiliated expression, Du Busi felt extremely pleased.

Long Xiaoyao became famous very early. He was a top figure of his elder brother Du Bisi's generation, and in terms of seniority, he was half a generation above him.

The feeling of being able to gain the upper hand against this infamous Dark Holy Dragon and give him a good thud was even more exhilarating than winning a fierce battle!

(End of this chapter)