Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul is the Black Dragon, I am the Lord of the Gods

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Ning Fengzhi narrowed his eyes, about to retort.

Just then, a detached, languid voice, yet carrying a chilling pressure, suddenly rang out at the entrance of the hall.

"You mean, if Bibi Dong were here, she would choose to kill everyone?"

The air in the hall seemed to freeze for a moment.

Everyone stiffly turned their heads to look in the direction of the gate.

The heavy mahogany door, which was at least five meters tall, opened by itself without any wind.

Against the midday sun, a man and a woman slowly walked in.

The man was dressed in black, with a tall and straight figure and a handsome face that was almost otherworldly. His deep eyes seemed to contain an endless abyss, and just one glance could give one the illusion of being swallowed up.

The woman beside him was elegant and graceful. Although she looked somewhat unfamiliar, her vaguely familiar features made Ning Fengzhi's heart skip a beat.

That's... Tang Yuehua?!
And that man...

"Your Majesty Xuanming?!"

"Bang!"

Chaos erupted instantly in the hall. The sounds of chairs overturning and teacups shattering filled the air.

The moment all the elders, bishops, and generals saw who it was, their faces turned deathly pale, and their eyes were practically overflowing with fear.

To them, Bibi Dong was a majestic empress, an insurmountable mountain.

Xuanming, he is a god! He is a calamity walking among mortals!
He is the Grim Reaper who single-handedly wiped out millions of lives in a single night!
"Welcome to the arrival of the deity!"

Without any hesitation or doubt.

Everyone present, including Ning Fengzhi, left their seats and knelt respectfully on the ground, not even daring to raise their heads.

That tremor, originating from the depths of their souls, made it almost impossible for them to breathe.

Xuanming, holding Tang Yuehua's hand, slowly walked through the kneeling crowd to the front of the conference table.

He didn't sit in the main seat, but simply leaned casually against the edge of the table, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the trembling crowd below.

"Who was it that just said they wanted to kill everyone in the Haotian Sect?"

The old man trembled violently, cold sweat instantly soaking his back. He kowtowed desperately, the sound of his forehead hitting the ground particularly jarring in the silent hall: "My lord, spare me! My lord, spare me! I... I was only thinking of the safety of the empire, I had no other intentions!"

"Alright, stop banging your head. The flooring is expensive." Xuanming waved his hand impatiently.

He turned his head and looked at Ning Fengzhi, who, though kneeling, still maintained a certain dignity, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"Sect Leader Ning... oh no, I should call him Speaker Ning now."

“You’re absolutely right. Nine times out of ten is fear, ten times out of ten is madness. The current Martial Soul Empire doesn’t need any more bloodshed to prove its strength.”

Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi breathed a long sigh of relief. He knew he had made the right bet.

"Get up, all of you," Xuanming said calmly.

Everyone felt as if they had been granted a pardon and stood up tremblingly, but they still stood with their hands at their sides, not daring to breathe loudly.

Xuanming looked around, pointed to Tang Yuehua beside him, and announced calmly, "I'm here today to do only one thing. I'm taking those people from the Haotian Sect, including Tang San, as well as the people from the four single-attribute families, with me."

These words, though the atmosphere in the hall remained oppressive, brought a hint of surprise and doubt to everyone's eyes.

Releasing a tiger back into the mountains has always been a cardinal sin in military strategy.

What's more, this is the Haotian Sect, which once resolutely resisted the empire, and Tang San, who assassinated a high-ranking official of an allied nation.

Normally, even if Ning Fengzhi made such a request, he would probably be drowned out by the spittle of these hardliners.

But now, it was Xuanming who spoke.

He is the god who can rewrite the map of the mainland with a wave of his hand.

His words need no reason, only execution.

However, Xuanming seemed to have seen through everyone's thoughts, or rather, he didn't care about their thoughts at all, he just wanted to inform them.

He tapped the table lightly, making a crisp "tap-tap" sound that was particularly clear in the quiet hall.

"If you feel it's difficult to explain to your subordinates and you need a reason..."

"Then announce to the public that the Martial Soul Empire is about to undergo reform."

"Reform...restructuring?"

An elder with white hair and beard spoke tremulously, his voice filled with confusion, "My lord, the empire is currently at its zenith, with peace and prosperity throughout the land. Why is there a sudden need for reform?"

“Because the empire is too small,” Xuanming said calmly. “An empire that is only confined to the Douluo Continent has too narrow a vision. The future world is not just this continent, but also the Sun and Moon Continent across the ocean, and even a wider world.”

"The Martial Soul Empire will unite with the Sun Moon Empire to break down regional and national boundaries and establish the Douluo Federation." "To celebrate the birth of the Federation and to demonstrate the inclusiveness of the new era, a general amnesty is hereby granted."

"??!"

If Xuanming's arrival just now only instilled fear, then these words were like a bombshell, exploding directly in everyone's minds.

To establish the Douluo Federation?

United Sun and Moon Empire?

A general amnesty?

Each and every one of these words is enough to trigger a magnitude 12 earthquake across the entire continent!

"My lord, isn't this...isn't this too fast?"

Although Ning Fengzhi was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but be moved at this moment. He stepped forward and asked respectfully, "Although the empire is stable, it has only been established for a short time. To rashly reform it at this time would not only require the integration of two completely different civilization systems, but also break the existing pattern of interests... This would likely cause great turmoil and even shake the foundation of the empire."

Ning Fengzhi's concerns are not unfounded.

Although the Spirit Empire unified the Douluo Continent, internal conflicts still exist.

Soul Masters and commoners, the newly rich and the old, and even the remnants of the two conquered empires—these are all potential destabilizing factors.

Now, they want to introduce a powerful Sun and Moon Empire and establish some kind of federation... This is taking too big a step. If they are not careful, they will cause trouble and even cause the newly established order to collapse.

Although the other senior executives present dared not say it outright, their eyes also revealed the same worry.

Xuanming looked at Ning Fengzhi without the slightest surprise in his eyes.

He knew what Ning Fengzhi was worried about, and he also knew what these people were thinking.

Before her ascension, Bibi Dong did indeed reveal her vision for the future to the core leadership.

She said that the imperial order is merely a transitional phase. As long as divisions based on nations, ethnicities, regions, ideologies, and beliefs exist in the world, the flames of war will never be extinguished. To eliminate war at its root, these divisions must first be eliminated.

The Douluo Federation is the final form after all barriers have been eliminated.

This is a grand, almost utopian idea.

Everyone thought that this would take at least several generations, or even hundreds of years, to achieve.

No one expected that Xuanming would bring this up so abruptly and forcefully today.

"Unstable foundation?"

Xuanming slowly straightened up.

In that instant, an indescribable, terrifying pressure emanated from him.

The light in the hall seemed to dim at that moment, and everyone felt their breath catch in their throats, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping their hearts.

"You seem to have forgotten one thing."

"The so-called foundation, the so-called stability, the so-called order... all of these are built on power."

"In this world, I am the greatest power."

"I am here, and my words are destiny."

"The will of Heaven is difficult to defy, and it must not be defied!"

Xuanming's words, like a divine decree, echoed in every corner of the hall.

All doubts and worries seem so pale and powerless in the face of this absolute power.

If you're not happy about it, then keep it to yourself.

If they dare to resist, then we will destroy them.

This is God's logic: simple, brutal, yet effective.

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath. "This subordinate... understands."

"Obey the oracle."

Following Ning Fengzhi's statement, everyone else in the hall knelt down and shouted in unison:

"We respectfully obey the divine decree! Welcome to the Douluo Federation!"

Xuanming nodded and withdrew his terrifying pressure.

He turned around, took Tang Yuehua's hand again, and said in his usual casual tone, "Alright, as for the reform, you can discuss it with the Sun Moon Empire in a while. I won't interfere. I'll just look at the results."

"Now, Ning Fengzhi, lead the way."

"Go and bring out the first batch of lucky people who received the general amnesty." (End of Chapter)