Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

The door to the secret room was slowly pushed open, and the two dragon descendants who had previously whipped Xu Tianran were nowhere to be seen.

Xu Tianran, who was pondering a way to break the deadlock with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and looked up after hearing the noise.

The figure that came into view made his pupils shrink sharply—it was none other than Ye Xishui, the godmother he had just recognized.

In that instant, anger surged into his eyes like a tidal wave, but he quickly suppressed his emotions.

At this moment, he could only place his hopes on the person in front of him, otherwise he would be doomed today.

Ye Xishui keenly caught the fleeting anger and resentment in Xu Tianran's eyes, but then he forcibly suppressed those emotions and returned to a calm and composed state.

It must be admitted that this Crown Prince of the Sun and Moon is indeed a man of deep thoughts and can endure what ordinary people cannot.

Unfortunately, in the face of the matter of Sheng Yangyue, the so-called status of being a godson was nothing more than an insignificant bargaining chip.

In her eyes, Xu Tianran was destined to become a puppet to be manipulated by others.

Xu Tianran looked at Ye Xishui approaching step by step and said in a hoarse voice, "Godmother, save me! If you help me, not only will the Holy Spirit Cult become the state religion in the future, but I can also promise to give you a city as your base. How about it?"

At this moment, Xu Tianran thought to himself that if these conditions still didn't work, he would have to show some real sincerity.

"A city as the base of the Holy Spirit Cult?" Ye Xishui suddenly stopped, her eerie eyes fixed on Xu Tianran, who looked like a eunuch, a meaningful smile on her face. "Your promises are nothing but empty words. Once the news that you don't have the dragon's root gets out, how many people will still support you to ascend the throne?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Tianran's eyes instantly turned red with anger, and he blurted out, "We signed a contract, are you suggesting that the Holy Spirit Cult will break its promise?"

"Otherwise what?" Ye Xishui looked at Xu Tianran, who was jumping up and down anxiously, her eyes full of mockery. "Besides, it was Zhongli Wu who promised you, what does it have to do with me, Ye Xishui?"

Before she finished speaking, Ye Xishui's soul rings slowly rose from her body.

Black, black, black, black, black, black, red, red, red—nine terrifying soul rings surrounded her, and the originally oppressive and dim space was instantly enveloped by an intense aura of death.

As Jin Tianming walked in, he felt the aura of death again and broke out in a cold sweat—after all, he had once died in such an atmosphere.

Even Xu Tianran, a titled Douluo, couldn't help but tremble when he first faced this terrifying pressure of death.

He could almost see the word "death" directly in Ye Xishui.

But Xu Tianran didn't want to die!
He has lost too much, and now only that supreme position can make up for everything and allow him to wash away his shame.

"I am the Crown Prince of Sun Moon! If you dare to kill me, my father will send countless Soul Guidance Corps to raze this place to the ground!"

When he realized that gentle persuasion was ineffective, he began to threaten.

However, fear had already clouded his judgment, and the words he uttered were utterly irrational.

Ye Xishui didn't care about Xu Tianran's threat.

Death and being turned into a puppet are two different things. Even if she were discovered, those guys wouldn't fight against her, a Limit Douluo, for a dead person.

Moreover, there's an obedient "lapdog" outside, so what can the Sun Moon Empire do to Ye Xishui?
As Ye Xishui drew closer, Xu Tianran trembled all over, frantically scratching at his surroundings with his limbs, as if he were using all his strength to escape from this place.

However, his limbs had already been locked by a soul tool that specifically controlled his soul power. At this moment, he was just an ordinary person with no strength to even kill a chicken, a lamb to be slaughtered.

"No!!!"

"Let me go, and I'll give you anything!"

"please"

"I am the Crown Prince of the Sun Moon Empire, the future heir apparent! You cannot treat me like this!" "I will never dare to do it again, please spare me!"

Xu Tianran ultimately could not escape his fate of death.

In the distance, Jin Tianming sat quietly, watching Ye Xishui slowly transform the Sun and Moon Prince.

To be honest, he didn't want to make a move against Xu Tianran too soon.

But this crown prince was far too arrogant, truly believing that by ascending to the position of heir apparent he could be on equal footing with him.

But in Jin Tianming's eyes, this disabled crown prince was never a worthy opponent.

In a grove of trees outside, Long Xiaoyao suddenly sensed the terrifying killing intent emanating from Ye Xishui. Feeling worried, he immediately got up and rushed towards the Holy Spirit Cult branch.

However, before he could even get close, Ye Xishui's icy voice came from inside the Holy Spirit Cult branch: "Go back!"

Long Xiaoyao, who was flying in mid-air, paused and stopped. After a moment of silence, he said, "Xi Shui, remember to call me if anything happens. Don't try to handle things alone, or I'll..."

"roll!"

Ye Xishui, who was focused on crafting the puppet, had no intention of listening and rudely interrupted, coldly shooing him away once again.

Sometimes she really found this mudfish annoying.

Hearing this, Long Xiaoyao had no choice but to leave the place with a heavy heart.

Inside a secret room at the Holy Spirit Cult branch, Jin Tianming sat to the side, watching Ye Xishui as she crafted a puppet, taking in the entire conversation they had just had.

Long Xiaoyao's words just now were not transmitted through soul power, but were shouted out loud.

Jin Tianming secretly admired this guy.

In this life, Ye Xishui had no affection for Long Xiaoyao, yet he continued to pester her relentlessly.

To put it nicely, he wanted to prevent his goddess from going astray; to put it bluntly, he just hoped she would give him a chance.

Jin Tianming couldn't help but joke that if the Two-Faced Turtle and Boiling Sheep came to Douluo Continent, they would have to offer Long Xiaoyao a cigarette.

The title of "King of Simps" belongs to him alone; otherwise, it would be a disservice to everything he has done for Ye Xishui.

Seeing that Long Xiaoyao had stopped chattering, Ye Xishui continued to focus on crafting the puppet.

Although Xu Tianran broke through to become a Title Douluo by taking drugs, refining his puppet was by no means an easy task.

However, for Ye Xishui, who is a Limit Douluo, it will only take a little more time.

Outside the Hall of Worship in the Sun and Moon Empire, Jing Hongchen slowly descended the flying soul tool and put it into his arms.

He focused intently on sensing the powerful aura surging within the hall, his expression remaining impassive while he warily surveyed his surroundings.

After confirming that there was no one else nearby, Jing Hongchen stepped onto the steps.

At this moment, he couldn't help but feel uneasy. Although he was a level nine soul master, if His Majesty the Emperor became suspicious and sent a legion to surround the place, it would be like throwing an egg against a rock for him to fight against the entire legion alone. At that time, he would probably have no choice but to surrender.

"This trap is ultimately unavoidable." Jing Hongchen looked up at the ancestral hall before her, took a deep breath, and stepped inside.

(End of this chapter)