Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 434 Qian Renxue Descends, Dual Divine Power Overwhelms Davis

Bibi Dong raised her head, her gaze meeting that of the new emperor who was looking down at her from the high platform.

She nodded slightly, her red lips parted slightly, and her voice was clear and calm, yet it seemed to contain an invisible storm:
"On behalf of the Spirit Hall, I congratulate His Majesty Davis on his coronation as the new Emperor of Star Luo. May the Star Luo Empire enjoy lasting peace and prosperity."

Her words were congratulatory, but there was no warmth in her tone.

Those eyes were terrifyingly deep, like two whirlpools that could suck in and tear a person's soul apart.

Davis felt a sudden, inexplicable chill run up his spine, making his scalp tingle slightly!

He clearly saw that the strange rune on Bibi Dong's forehead seemed to flicker extremely faintly as she spoke.

An indescribable, supreme will to destroy flashed by like a cold tide. Although it subsided in an instant, it made him feel as if he had just walked through the gates of hell!
Although this aura seemed to be restrained by some force, its true terror far exceeded his comprehension!

This is not a congratulation at all!
This is blatant and undisguised deterrence!

It's a declaration of sovereignty!
Bibi Dong's meaning couldn't be clearer: Be a law-abiding emperor, and if you dare to harbor any disloyal thoughts towards the Spirit Hall, what awaits you and the Star Luo Empire will be unbearable and endless destruction!

Davis, having fought on the battlefield for many years, possessed a will far exceeding that of ordinary people. He forcibly suppressed the turmoil in his heart, striving to maintain the dignity of an emperor, and was about to speak in response.

Standing not far to his side, an old man who had been like a shadow, with a deep and mysterious aura, narrowed his eyes.

This was a titled Douluo of the spiritual type, who was worshipped by the royal family. He seemed to keenly sense the terrifying spiritual pressure that Bibi Dong had instantly revealed towards Davis.

His expression changed, and almost subconsciously he took a step forward. An invisible yet exceptionally powerful spiritual force shot out like a sharp needle, attempting to interfere with Bibi Dong and protect the emperor.

However, just as he took a step—

hum!
A sudden change occurred in the sky!
The clouds high in the sky seemed to be suddenly torn apart by an invisible giant hand!
A dazzling, holy golden beam of light descended from the sky without warning, like a divine punishment from the heavens, yet it was filled with a warm and vast sacred aura, precisely enveloping the entire sacrificial plaza!
The entire audience erupted in uproar!

Everyone was stunned by this sudden scene and looked up at the sky.

A cacophony of voices and exclamations erupted, plunging the once solemn and dignified coronation ceremony into chaos and disbelief.

The titled Douluo of the mental type, who was about to make a move, suddenly froze and looked up at the sky in horror.

The divine pressure that descended caused his spiritual power to melt away instantly, like ice and snow meeting the sun. The backlash made him groan, his face turning pale instantly, and he dared not make the slightest move!
Yu Xiaozhen of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan suddenly raised his head, looking at the pure and vast holy golden light, feeling a familiar yet far more powerful aura within it, and exclaimed in surprise:

"It's...it's her! The six-winged angel!"

The golden light slowly receded, and a figure of unparalleled elegance, clad in golden divine armor and with six angelic wings slowly unfurling on his back, quietly emerged amidst the endless radiance.

Her exquisite face was serene and holy, and her golden eyes, like the sun, looked down upon all living beings below.

A thousand feet of snow hangs high in the sky, with holy light flowing through it.

She was no longer the Crown Prince Xue Qinghe who needed to proceed cautiously and conceal his identity, nor was she the young master in the Spirit Hall who still needed to weigh the pros and cons.

She is a six-winged angel, a being truly transcending the mortal realm.

At this moment, she calmly looked down at Davis, whose face was tense, at the altar below.

Bibi Dong's intimidation was like an icicle piercing the soil—cold and deep enough.

But Qian Renxue knew that people's hearts were fickle, and the same was true of the emperor's mind.

The fears of one generation may not be passed on to the next.

Bibi Dong, as the successor of the God of Destruction, exerted pressure, which certainly ensured the peace of the Spirit Hall for decades.

But what about a hundred years from now? A thousand years from now?

If the Star Luo Empire were to produce a monarch of great talent and ambition who is also extremely greedy for the Spirit Hall, it is hard to guarantee that he would not secretly accumulate power and attempt to uproot the last sacred land of spirit masters on the continent.

To fulfill Grandpa's lifelong wish, mere intimidation is not enough. What is needed is rules, a sacred covenant imprinted deep in our blood that cannot be violated.

Qian Renxue spoke.

The voice was clear and melodious, not loud, but it clearly drowned out all the noise and discussion in the square.

Like warm sunlight, it penetrates into everyone's ears, carrying an unquestionable divine majesty.

"Davis, the new emperor of the Star Luo Empire".

Davis's body trembled almost imperceptibly as he forced himself to look up and meet those golden eyes.

Under that gaze, he felt as if he were naked, with all his thoughts and schemes laid bare before him.

Qian Renxue continued, her voice steady yet carrying an ultimate decisiveness:

"Are you aware of the warning from the Pope of the Spirit Hall?"

Davis's Adam's apple bobbed, and he spoke with difficulty:

"His Holiness the Pope's teachings, I... will keep them in mind and dedicate myself to ensuring the peace and prosperity of the nation!"

He tried to regain some initiative by referring to himself as "朕" (the imperial "I").

Qian Renxue seemed not to hear his subtle struggle and directly stated her decision.

This is not a discussion, but a declaration:

"In that case, in order to ensure the long-term peace of the continent and avoid future wars and widespread suffering, I, on behalf of the Spirit Hall, propose that the Star Luo Empire sign a divine covenant with me."

The square was deathly silent; everyone held their breath.

A divine covenant? What's that?
"The contract contains two parts."

Qian Renxue's voice was like a divine oracle, echoing in everyone's heart.

"Firstly, the Star Luo Empire and all its successors thereafter must not suppress or invade the Spirit Hall in any form for generations. They must acknowledge the Spirit Hall's ruling position among Spirit Masters and allow it to freely spread the Angel God faith and recruit Spirit Master subordinates."

"Secondly, the Star Luo Emperor must govern the country with moderation, diligence, and love for the people. If in future generations a ruler is perverse, tyrannical, and incompetent, causing public resentment to boil over and the continent to become unbalanced, the Spirit Hall has the right to act on behalf of the divine will based on this divine decree, to issue a warning, and even to take necessary intervention or overthrow the emperor!"

The words fell like a boulder thrown into a deep pool, creating ripples.

The expressions of the crowd below the stage changed drastically, especially those of the nobles and ministers from the Star Luo side. This was as if an eternal shackle had been placed around the neck of the Star Luo Empire!

This is no longer a deterrent, but an attempt to solidify the Spirit Hall's status in the name of the gods!

Davis's face instantly turned extremely ugly, his fists clenched tightly in his wide sleeves, his nails almost digging into his palms.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his surging anger and humiliation, and tried to make a final struggle.

"Great angel God, we mortals dare not disobey your will."

Your divine power is boundless; with a single word today, you can surely determine the fate of the world.

But... but how can an agreement, even if it is a divine decree, truly guarantee that future generations will still abide by it a hundred or a thousand years from now?

Human hearts are fickle, and the mind of an emperor is even more so... If future generations do not recognize this agreement, what will the Spirit Hall do then?

Is divine punishment truly about to befall us?

(End of this chapter)