Douluo: Marry Shui Binger, reward Puni Martial Soul

Chapter 136: Suppressing the City of Slaughter, Bibi Dong's Scheme
Under Xue Lingxiao's will, the Holy Spirit Empire's massive war machine began to operate at an unprecedented speed and efficiency.

Within a few days, 300,000 Holy Spirit Guards, clad in gleaming armor and with banners obscuring the sun, surged forth from Holy Spirit City and rapidly advanced toward the western border.

Feng Ling's group of imperial elites, along with Harosa's elite Luo Wang forces, had already set off ahead of them.

A bloody storm sweeping across the western part of the continent is about to be completely crushed by the Holy Spirit Empire's thunderous counterattack!

Xue Lingxiao stood on the highest terrace of Lingxiao Palace, gazing into the distance in the direction the army had gone, her eyes deep and thoughtful.

Slaughter City...

Tang San……

And that reckless, murderous king...

"A bunch of clowns dare to act presumptuously on my chessboard."

"I'd like to see how long you can keep jumping around."

The western border of the Holy Spirit Empire is engulfed in flames of war.

Zhao Zilong's 300,000 Holy Spirit Guards were like an indestructible blade, piercing fiercely into the seemingly surging torrent of the slaughtering people.

The iron hooves clanged and gleamed coldly.

Every soldier of the Holy Spirit Guard is an elite force, handpicked from the best. They are full of soul power, well-equipped, and work in perfect harmony. More importantly, they are filled with boundless loyalty to the empire and deep-seated hatred for the thugs.

"kill!"

Zhao Zilong took the lead, his Dragon Gallant Silver Spear transforming into a silver streak, each swing bringing with it a storm of blood and gore.

He led from the front with unparalleled bravery, and wherever he went, the people were slaughtered and scattered, unable to withstand his domineering and unmatched marksmanship.

Under his leadership, the Holy Spirit swept through like an iron torrent.

The roar of the God-Slaying Cannon resounded through the sky. Each shot blasted a bloody vacuum in the ranks of the slaughtering people.

Feng Ling's elite imperial guard is like a ghost on the battlefield, specializing in hunting down powerful leaders of killers.

Feng Ling's evil fire scorched the heavens and boiled the seas, Halosa's Hades Sword devoured souls, and the elders of the Imperial Hall of Worship also unleashed their soul skills, slaying one so-called strongman after another who had been lording it over the city of slaughter.

The battle was one-sided from the very beginning.

Although the number of people who committed the massacre was large, they were ultimately a disorganized mob.

There was a lack of effective organization and command, as well as poor equipment and logistical support.

They were utterly vulnerable before the Holy Spirit Empire, a war machine running at full speed.

massacre!

This was an outright massacre!

The Holy Spirit Empire's army, with overwhelming force, swiftly reclaimed the lost territory.

Town after town, occupied by the slaughtered people, was liberated, and the banners of the Holy Spirit Empire flew atop the city walls once more.

Those citizens of the empire who had once been shrouded in fear and despair erupted in thunderous cheers when they saw the arrival of the royal army.

However, the cruelty of war goes far beyond that.

Harosa's elite Lorenet troops, like venomous snakes in the darkness, silently infiltrated the rear of the Slaughtering People.

They created chaos, spread rumors, sowed discord, and assassinated leaders who held even a little prestige among the killing people.

These thugs from the killing capital were inherently suspicious and cruel. Under the covert manipulation of the Net, their internal conflicts quickly escalated, and incidents of infighting occurred frequently.

The Holy Spirit Empire displayed its formidable military strength and unassailable majesty to the entire Douluo Continent with an overwhelming force.

This bloody storm, which originated in the Killing City, quickly came to an end under the iron-fisted counterattack of the Holy Spirit Empire.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the continent, in Wuhun City.

The atmosphere inside the Papal Palace, however, was somewhat eerie.

Bibi Dong sat on the throne, a symbol of supreme power, her beautiful face revealing neither joy nor anger.

She also held a secret report about the western war of the Holy Spirit Empire. "His Majesty's thunderous strike routed the people; the power of the Holy Spirit Empire is truly well-deserved." Demon Bear stood below.

Ghost Leopard didn't speak, but his eyes, hidden in the shadow of his cloak, gleamed with an inexplicable light.

"Xue Lingxiao... he really is a man of hidden talent." Bibi Dong put down the secret report and her red lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

"His move was both to deter the villains and to warn our Spirit Hall."

The Demon Bear bowed his head and said, "Your Holiness the Pope is wise. The military strength displayed by the Holy Spirit Empire this time is indeed not to be underestimated. If we want to confront them head-on, I'm afraid..."

"Afraid of what?" Bibi Dong interrupted him, her voice suddenly turning cold. "My Spirit Hall has a history of ten thousand years and a profound foundation. How could we be afraid of a mere upstart?"

Even so, Bibi Dong had to admit that Xue Lingxiao's rise had indeed brought her unprecedented pressure.

"Your Holiness, according to reports from our spies in various places, those old noble forces who were once loyal to the Star Luo Empire and the Three Upper Sects are now living in fear and trembling after witnessing the Holy Spirit Empire's ruthless methods," Ghost Leopard suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse.

"Many of them were dissatisfied with Xue Lingxiao's rule, but dared not speak out for fear that they would be the next to be purged."

Upon hearing this, a glint of light flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes.

"Oh? An old nobleman?"

She pondered for a moment, then a playful smile curved her lips: "It seems I have a few more pieces on my chessboard that I can use."

"Demon Bear and Ghost Leopard".

"My subordinate is here."

"I hereby issue a secret order to send people to secretly contact those old nobles who harbor resentment towards the Holy Spirit Empire." Bibi Dong's voice carried a hint of seduction. "Tell them that the Spirit Hall can give them anything they want."

"Wealth, status, power, and even helping them overthrow Xue Lingxiao's tyranny and restore their former glory."

The Demon Bear and the Ghost Leopard exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of seriousness in each other's eyes.

His Holiness the Pope is going to...

“Of course, empty promises won’t sway those old foxes,” Bibi Dong continued. “We can give them some incentives first, such as helping them solve some immediate problems or providing them with some resources they urgently need.”

"The most important thing is to make them believe that the Spirit Hall is their only support and their only hope in fighting Xue Lingxiao."

A calculating glint flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes.

She knew very well that it was almost impossible to shake Xue Lingxiao's stable rule in a short period of time with the Spirit Hall's own power.

However, if those forces dissatisfied with Xue Lingxiao could be united and used to create chaos within the Holy Spirit Empire, the situation would be quite different.

A single spark can start a prairie fire.

Even if these old aristocratic forces can't accomplish anything great, it's still good if they can cause Xue Lingxiao some trouble and consume some of his energy.

"Understood, subordinates." Demon Bear and Ghost Leopard bowed in agreement.

"Remember, this must be done discreetly. We must never let Xue Lingxiao find out that it is our Spirit Hall that is behind this," Bibi Dong instructed.

"Xue Lingxiao is a meticulous and ruthless man. Once he catches you red-handed, the consequences will be unimaginable."

"I obey my orders."

The demon bear and the ghost leopard accepted the order and left.

Silence returned to the Papal Palace. Bibi Dong leaned against the cold throne, her fingertips lightly tapping the armrest.

Her gaze, cast out the window, seemed to pierce through numerous barriers, revealing the lofty young emperor in the Holy Spirit Palace.

"Xue Lingxiao, do you think you've already won?"

"This game has only just begun."

"I'd like to see if you can remain as calm and composed as you are now when your own backyard is on fire and you are beset by internal and external troubles."

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