Douluo: What the hell is the academic master development system?

Chapter 780 Joint Conferment of Kingship by the Three Kingdoms
Without the slightest hesitation, Ming Lei Douluo reached out and ripped off his right big toe, throwing it to the ground. The bloody scene was chilling to behold.

Zhongli Wu walked slowly forward to the two Soul Masters kneeling on the ground. "Your defenses were inadequate, allowing the enemy to arbitrarily mobilize resources. You concentrated so many resources, yet let the enemy into the city. You two bear the responsibility."

Hearing his chilling voice, the two Soul Masters looked up, their eyes filled with fear, instinctively glancing at Xu Tianran. One of them couldn't help but cry out, "Your Majesty—"

Before Xu Tianran could speak, Zhongliwu had already moved. Two jet-black bone claws appeared from nowhere and grabbed the heads of the two level-eight soul masters.

A powerful aura burst forth from Zhongli Wu, suppressing them so they could not resist.

Although these two Soul Masters were at the level of Eight-Ring Soul Douluo, all their Soul Tools had been taken away before they came to see Xu Tianran.

They are Soul Masters, and without Soul Tools, they are far inferior to Soul Masters of the same level, let alone facing a powerful evil Soul Master like Zhongli Wu.

The two didn't even utter a sound before collapsing to the ground, their two terrified souls forcibly ripped out. Compressed into two faintly white orbs of light within the black energy emanating from Zhongli Wu's hands, they vanished.

Zhongli Wu then turned to Xu Tianran and said, "Your Majesty, things have come to this point, and we can only think of a solution as soon as possible. I will send you the message as soon as our pursuers return. You should also make plans early. War is probably inevitable. Farewell."

After saying this, he turned and left. The Thunder God Douluo, enduring excruciating pain, also followed Zhongli Wu.

Xu Tianran's face was ashen, and his breathing was noticeably heavier than usual.

Looking at the two corpses on the ground in front of him, his fists clenched tightly.

"This is outrageous, Your Majesty! He is far too presumptuous!"

Mad Bull Douluo Wang Yiheng couldn't help but shout angrily.

Although those two level-eight soul masters were not his subordinates, they were still part of the same system.

The fact that he was killed by the Holy Spirit Cult Leader right in front of Xu Tianran made him feel a sense of shared sorrow and sympathy.

Xu Tianran snorted coldly and said, "Commander Wang, go and rest."

"His Majesty……"

"Get down!" Xu Tianran shouted, his eyes wide, and a strong killing intent immediately filled the entire hall.

"Yes." Wang Yiheng suppressed his anger and fear, respectfully agreed, and turned to leave.

Immediately, eunuchs entered and carried the two corpses out.

Xu Tianran said calmly, "Consider them as having died in the line of duty, and give them a proper burial. Their families will receive generous compensation."

Standing up, Ju Zi came behind Xu Tianran and gently massaged his shoulders, which were stiff from anger.

Feeling the strength and warmth from her soft little hands, Xu Tianran's extremely unpleasant expression softened slightly. He gently patted Ju Zi's soft little hands and said, "Only you never say much, never say anything unnecessary."

Ju Zi continued massaging him, saying softly, "Your Majesty, don't upset yourself." Yes, she never said much in front of Xu Tianran, because she understood how intelligent he was. He knew everything and didn't need to say anything; he understood everything.

Xu Tianran sneered, "The Imperial Advisor is showing me favor! Good, very good. He thinks I can't sever ties with the Holy Spirit Cult and has to use them to deal with my father." "Unfortunately, he doesn't understand one principle: all the gifts of fate come with a price. If you take too much, you'll have to pay it back with interest later."

Orange remained silent, gently massaging him.

"Ju Zi, go to the military headquarters and convey my decree: tomorrow at the grand court assembly, all generals of the rank of legion commander and above in Mingdu are to come to discuss matters."

"Yes!" Orange then withdrew her hand from massaging him, walked up to him, gave him a slight bow, and then quickly left.

Watching Ju Zi's disappearing figure, Xu Tianran muttered to himself, "It seems that I have no choice but to fight now. Only by acting decisively, easing the domestic conflicts first, and then seizing military power as much as possible, can I clean up all these messes at home."

Since we cannot achieve the principle of "pacifying the interior before resisting external aggression," we may as well do the opposite.

"Find a way to make my idiot brothers lose a few battles, and I'll still have to handle military and state affairs."

"As for the Holy Spirit Cult, although they are troublesome to use, it would be a good idea to find a way to get them to do some dirty work while things are in chaos. It would also be convenient to test whether the Dragon God Mu En is dead."

A month later.

"Elder Xuan, how is Elder Mu?"

Inside Shrek Academy, Chen Ping and Elder Xuan sat in the audience seats of the Soul Arena in the outer courtyard.

They watched the third and fourth graders, the girls, and the boys and girls in the second and third grades as they launched their soul-guided cannons with laughter and hummed, engaging in ace aerial combat with their flying soul-guided devices, while chatting idly.

The legend of Chen Ping's slaying of Tianwu Douluo with Ning Tian's amplification was spreading more and more wildly across the Douluo Continent. So much so that when Chen Ping himself heard the legend about himself, he was stunned for a long time, thinking that a cultivator with the same name as him had appeared on the Douluo Continent.

After all, the versions of the legends about himself that Chen Ping heard included not only three heads and six arms, but also many other descriptions that Chen Ping himself was not familiar with, such as having a blue face and fangs, being fierce and evil, having a wrathful gaze, being able to subdue demons and monsters, saving people from suffering, being able to transform in many ways, being able to shrink the distance between people, being a master of healing, and being a person who hates evil as if it were his enemy.

It can only be said that legends are exaggerated little by little in this way.

Simply retelling someone else's legend is never as interesting as adding your own embellishments.

If Chen Ping could barely keep his composure regarding these rumors about him, he truly couldn't hold back when he heard that many sects and even academies had begun to build shrines in his honor.

Unlike the Angel God who founded the Spirit Hall and the Sea God who unified the sea, Chen Ping displayed too many and too varied abilities to the outside world, so much so that even when he repaired the Shrine of Life, the various forces had different opinions.

Among these opinions, there are those who want to emphasize Chen Ping's bravery and skill in battle, those who want to highlight his meticulous planning and flawless strategy, those who want to emphasize his ability to hunt down evil spirits, his hatred of evil, and his righteous spirit of punishing the strong and helping the weak, those who want to emphasize Chen Ping's indestructible, superhuman, and fire-resistant characteristics, and even those who want to popularize Chen Ping's story of renovating the dormitory building for the Shrek students—each has their own perspective.

If it were just a matter of debate among the common people, it wouldn't be a problem. The key issue is that the three great empires, having sensed the increasing actions of the Sun Moon Empire on their borders, have realized that the Douluo Continent now needs a grand 'god-making movement'.

Therefore, Chen Ping's posthumous title of "living shrine" quickly progressed due to various political needs, moving from purely small-scale folk worship to a dual system of worship by both the common people and the imperial family.

After all, who could be more suitable as a mascot to inspire the people of the three empires than Chen Ping, who wandered the Three Kingdoms since childhood, did not belong to any of the three great empires, trained at Shrek Academy, and fought against a titled Douluo as a Soul Emperor?
The name "Mascot" may not sound good, but at least Chen Ping gained something: he was granted the title of King, and it was a joint title conferred by three kingdoms.

(End of this chapter)