Douluo: Martial Soul Nine-Tailed Fox, I am the White Fox Emperor

"Not to mention……"

Hu Bai pointed to himself.

"There's another me who can kill you in one move."

"Your Majesty, you are a wise man."

"This is an unequal war."

Dai Yutian remained silent.

His fist loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened again.

He knew that Hu Bai was telling the truth.

This is not even a contest of equal scale.

They were able to put up a fight before because the Spirit Hall's top combat forces didn't intervene.

Now that they've laid their cards on the table and gone all in, how are we supposed to play?
"what on earth do you want?"

Dai Yutian's voice finally softened, carrying a deep sense of powerlessness.

Hu Bai's lips curled up slightly.

"It's very simple. Just fight against the heavens."

"Star Luo City will be retained as a special autonomous city."

"You remain the King of Xingluo, retaining your royal title and ruling Xingluo City."

"Except for handing over military and diplomatic power."

"The lineage of the White Tiger and the Zhu family will not only remain intact, but will also receive special protection from the Martial Soul Empire."

At this point, Hu Bai threw out a bait he had prepared specifically for Xing Luo.

“I can make that promise.”

"As long as Xingluo submits."

"The medicine hall will develop a special elixir for the White Tiger Martial Soul."

"Not only can it purify bloodlines, it can even increase the compatibility of you Netherworld White Tigers!"

"Your descendants will also have the opportunity to awaken an even more advanced mutated white tiger!"

boom!
This cake smells even better than the one I drew for Xue Qinghe!

For the Star Luo royal family, who revere power.

Nothing could be more irresistible to them than improving the quality of their martial soul.

Dai Yutian's breathing became rapid.

He looked down at the head of the Zhu family.

The head of the Netherworld Duke's Mansion also had longing in his eyes.

"His Majesty……"

The head of the Zhu family stepped forward and knelt on one knee.

"For the sake of the continuation of both races, Your Majesty, please reconsider!"

These are the steps.

Dai Yutian closed his eyes.

He was making a final struggle in his heart.

Dignity, or survival?
Face or substance?
This was a choice made by an emperor.

a long time.

Dai Yutian slowly opened his eyes. The fierce light in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a sense of relief and world-weariness.

He rose from his throne, unfastened the sword from his waist, held it in both hands, and walked step by step to Hu Bai.

"His Royal Highness the Holy Son."

"you're right."

"The White Tiger clan is not afraid of death."

"But we cannot be without descendants."

"May the Starry Sky Descend!"

Dai Yutian lowered his head and raised his sword high above his head.

At that moment, all the officials in the hall, whether they were pro-war or pro-peace, knelt down.

Some wept bitterly, while others looked dejected.

But everyone knows it.

An era has ended.

Hu Bai accepted the sword that symbolized the power of the Xingluo Emperor.

heavy.

The sword itself is not heavy, but the symbolic meaning it carries is extremely profound.

"Wise choice."

Hu Bai sheathed his sword and tossed it to Serpent Spear Douluo.

"Star King".

You'll be glad you made this decision today.

"Because you're protecting more than just your family."

"It is also the most top-tier beast spirit inheritance in the entire Douluo Continent."

The Netherworld White Tiger is an extremely powerful martial soul fusion skill, both in this era and in later generations.

Twenty thousand years later, it is even possible to see the White Tiger Martial Soul and the Netherworld Cat Martial Soul appear on one person at the same time, and perform a self-Martial Soul Fusion Technique!

……

three days later.

With the Star Luo Emperor's letter of surrender proclaimed to the world.

The world of Douluo Continent has been completely transformed.

Both empires submitted one after another.

Apart from the isolated Poseidon Island and a few other forces such as the Haotian Sect, which is still "sealed off" from its mountain.

For the first time, the entire continent achieved true unification!
The banners of the Martial Soul Empire were planted in every city and every village.

Wuhun City, the Pope's Palace.

When this news came.

Bibi Dong stood on the high terrace, gazing into the distance, and remained silent for a long time.

Unifying the continent is something that every pope has striven for.

Now, this young disciple has easily achieved it.

"Xiaobai, you really did it."

At this moment, Hu Bai was standing at the highest point of Xingluo City, looking down at this iron-blooded city.

"The two great empires have been pacified."

Hu Bai stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

His gaze pierced through the clouds, as if he could see into a more distant place.

"Next up are those sects that are still putting up a stubborn resistance."

"Hopefully they'll be more sensible."

three days later.

Hu Bai, carrying the snake spear and the porcupine, returned to Wuhun City first.

With his return, the Spirit Empire began sending people to digest the territories of the two great empires.

……

the other side.

Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Rex family.

The atmosphere in the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family was extremely heavy at this moment.

The meeting hall.

The atmosphere was so heavy that water seemed to drip out of it.

In the main seat sat the gloomy-faced Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan Master, Thunder Douluo Yu Yuanzhen.

To his left sat not only Yu Luomian, the second-in-command of the family, but also an unexpected guest.

The current sect master of the Clear Sky Sect is Tang Xiao, the Roaring Sky Douluo!

And Yu Xiaogang, who, despite not having high soul power, also gained a place in society because he awakened the Golden Sacred Dragon.

"Everyone."

Yu Yuanzhen's voice was low and hoarse, as if it were being squeezed out of his throat.

"Have you heard the news?"

"Xingluo has also surrendered."

These words struck like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of everyone present.

If Tian Dou's surrender could be explained as "spinelessness," then...

The surrender of Xingluo shattered their illusions completely.

Even Dai Yutian, who was as hard as a rock, knelt down.

How long can these sects hold out?

"The Spirit Empire is moving very quickly now."

Tang Xiao said in a deep voice, his expression also not good.

"They are rapidly taking over the armies and administrative systems of the two great empires."

“Once they free up their hands, we’ll be next.”

Yu Yuanzhen snorted coldly, and the teacup in his hand instantly turned into dust.

"Too deceiving!"

"Are they trying to wipe us out?!"

"Rather die than surrender?"

"Should we follow the example of those two great empires and become some kind of affiliated sect?"

Upon hearing this, all the elders below fell silent.

Many people, including Yu Luomian, had their eyes gleaming.

Honestly, if there's a way to live, who wants to die?
In particular, I heard about the treatment given to the two great empires—the preservation of their heritage, the retention of their core territories, and even the provision of elixirs.

These conditions are actually not bad.

But they dare not say it.

Because Yu Yuanzhen has a bad temper and is extremely proud.

Anyone who dares to mention the word "surrender" at this time will probably be slapped to death by him.

"Big brother."

Yu Luomian forced herself to speak.

"This is not a question of whether we want to surrender or not."

"The question is whether we can fight at all."

"The current strength of the Spirit Empire is beyond our ability to contend with."

"According to reliable intelligence."

Yu Luomian took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly.

"All seven elders of the Spirit Hall's Hall of Worship have been mobilized." "Each of them is a Super Douluo of level 96 or above."

"Add to that the elders of the Papal Palace, and that unfathomable Holy Son Hu Bai, if they really attack..."

What should we use to block it?

Yu Yuanzhen's face turned ashen, but he couldn't refute it.

This is indeed a desperate situation.

"so……"

Yu Luomian turned her gaze to Tang Xiao.

"Master Tang."

"Shouldn't we inform that ancestor about this?"

"Right now, the only one who can keep order on the entire continent is him."

Tang Chen!

The moment the name was uttered, the atmosphere in the hall instantly changed.

That was the last hope.

A level 99 peerless Douluo, the King of Slaughter, and the pillar of the Clear Sky Sect!

If he were to intervene, there might still be a glimmer of hope.

Tang Xiao nodded.

"I had already sent people to the City of Slaughter before the news of Xingluo's surrender even arrived."

"Judging by the time, it should be time by now."

“If my grandfather knew about the current situation, he would definitely not sit idly by.”

Yu Xiaogang stood to the side, remaining silent.

But a complex light flickered in his eyes.

The Spirit Hall, the force he once considered his greatest enemy, has now grown so powerful.

Yu Xiaogang thought to himself silently.

"If Tang San can return from the City of Slaughter, and if he can obtain the true teachings of that ancestor, perhaps there will still be a chance to turn the tide."

……

The city of killing.

This is a city that never sees the sun.

A blood-red sky, a suffocating atmosphere, and rampant killing and evil.

Inside the Hellish Slaughter Arena.

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound.

A burly man had his head smashed open by a black hammer.

Red and white things splashed everywhere.

The fallen ones in the surrounding stands let out frantic roars and shouts.

Center of the field.

A young boy, wielding the Haotian Hammer, was covered in blood.

His eyes were cold, devoid of any human emotion.

The intense killing intent formed a faint red mist around him.

It was Tang San.

"The twentieth match."

"The victor—the Asura King!"

The guide's voice echoed throughout the venue.

Tang San retrieved his Clear Sky Hammer and walked off the stage expressionlessly.

In less than a month, he had already achieved a 20-game winning streak.

This speed is simply astonishing.

Keep in mind that in the Killing City, most people are lucky to get one fight a year.

Because every battle is a life-or-death struggle, even the depraved are afraid of death.

If it weren't a strict requirement, we would have to play against each other at least once a year.

Those who have fallen would probably rather fight outside the ring than step into it.

But Tang San is different.

He possesses the Mysterious Heaven Skill, as well as the Devouring Power of the Eight Spider Lances, an external soul bone.

This made him like a tireless killing machine.

More importantly, at the highest point of the killing city, in that palace that symbolizes absolute power.

Someone is helping him "cheat".

Tang Chen, the King of Slaughter.

He was sitting on the skull throne, holding a bright red "Bloody Mary".

But his eyes were not looking at the arena below.

Instead, he looked at a secret letter that had just been delivered to him.

That was an urgent report from a disciple of the Haotian Sect.

"The Heavenly Sword has descended..."

"Xingluo has also descended..."

"The Martial Soul Empire, to unify the continent?"

Tang Chen applied slight pressure with his fingers, and the parchment instantly turned to ashes.

A sinister sneer appeared on his face.

"What a fine Spirit Hall."

"What a magnificent Qian Daoliu!"

"They managed to cause such a commotion while I was away."

Bloodlust surged in Tang Chen's eyes.

Tang Chen stood up, his black cloak fluttering behind him.

"Someone is coming."

A sinister voice rang out.

"exist."

A woman in black veil knelt on the ground, trembling.

"go."

"Tell those good-for-nothings below that they no longer need to wait for registration for the Asura King's competition."

"Arrange it directly."

"Anyone who's not dead, get up there and fill the hole!"

The woman in black veil looked up in alarm.

“Great King, this…this is against the rules.”

The rules of the Killing City state that each match requires at least ten people to volunteer before it can begin.

If it's arranged in a forced manner...

"rule?"

Tang Chen sneered, and a terrifying pressure instantly forced the woman to the ground.

"Here, I am the rule!"

"I want him to achieve 100 wins in the shortest possible time!"

……

Wuhun City, the Pope's Palace.

Hu Bai was unaware of the changes that had occurred in the City of Slaughter.

Or rather, he doesn't care.

At this moment, he was standing in front of that huge continental map.

He was holding a red pen.

Two large checkmarks were drawn on the maps of Tiandou and Xingluo.

Then, his pen moved to those two lonely mountain peaks.

Zhenlong Mountain (Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family).

Haotian Fortress (Haotian Sect).

"All that's left are these two nails."

Hu Bai muttered to himself.

Bibi Dong stood beside him, looking at the map with a slightly narrowed gaze.

"Xiao Bai, according to intelligence, there seems to be some activity from the Haotian Sect."

"Tang Xiao went to the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family."

"Moreover, someone spotted a messenger from the Haotian Sect heading towards the City of Slaughter."

Hu Bai's lips curled up slightly.

"Sure enough, if you beat the young one, the old one will come out."

"Tang Chen, the King of Slaughter".

Hu Bai turned around, his eyes showing no fear, but rather a hint of excitement.

"Teacher, I'd love to see just how strong that legendary invincible ground warrior really is!"

……

The following days.

Tian Dou and Xing Luo completely surrendered, and the world was at peace.

Although the outside world was busy with the handover between the two great empires, documents were flying to Wuhun City like snowflakes.

But in the side hall of the main hall, time seemed to flow exceptionally slowly.

The afternoon sun lazily spilled onto the windowsill.

Qian Renxue was sitting at a large rosewood desk, holding a golden quill pen in her hand, her brows slightly furrowed, reviewing the list of appointments and removals of officials for the "Tiandou Autonomous City" that had just been delivered.

She wore a loose white loungewear dress, her long golden hair casually tied back with a headband, a few strands falling beside her ears, giving her a more intellectual and gentle look than her usual sanctity.

"These old guys still want to plant their own people in Heaven Dou City..."

Qian Renxue rubbed her slightly sore temples and let out a soft hum.

at this time.

A pair of slender hands silently reached out and gently pressed on her temples.

The force was just right, carrying a hint of warm soul energy, instantly dispelling her fatigue.

"Alright, my little Xue-jie."

Hu Bai's cheerful voice rang out above her head.

"Now that we've conquered the world, let Salas or those cardinals deal with the remaining trivial matters."

"You haven't relaxed your brow all morning."

...(End of chapter)