Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

Guan Yue's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and her clenched fists trembled slightly from extreme anger.

He stared intently at Niu Tian, ​​wishing he could immediately pierce the other's heart with the Yue Tian Spear in his hand, but the abyss-like divine power made it extremely difficult for him to even move.

Outside the window, Xu Tiandi's voice continued to roar, like the final war drums:

"...More importantly, we not only have to fight against the Green Skull organization, but we also have to confront the evil god hiding behind it!"

"It attempts to swallow the light with darkness and subvert justice with evil, then we will use the steel torrent of the Federation and the unwavering will of our people to send it back to the abyss!"

"Let it forever remember that no evil can be allowed to taint the lands belonging to Douluo Star; the people of the Federation will never bow to any darkness!"

"Fellow countrymen, take up your weapons and stand tall!"

"Today, it is not for me, Emperor Xu, but for your parents, wives and children, for the land beneath your feet, and for the future of our Federation!"

"Let's fight side by side and show the Green Skull organization and that evil god just how powerful the people of the Federation are!"

"Let us use victory to protect this land we love so dearly; let us use our blood to write a new legend for the Federation!"

"Fight on, warriors of the Federation! Victory will surely be ours!"

"Hoo!!"

Emperor Xu let out a deafening roar, raised his right hand high, and his emotions reached their peak!
The entire square, tens of millions of civilians, soldiers, and soul masters were completely ignited by this tragic yet passionate declaration, and responded with an overwhelming wave of voices. The power of faith reached its peak at this moment.

And just at the moment when the atmosphere reached its climax—

Niu Tian slowly stood up.

The playful, leisurely expression on his face vanished, replaced by a cold and stern majesty.

"Finally, it's my turn."

He muttered to himself, then his gaze pierced through the glass, locking onto the tiny yet dazzling figure on the altar below.

"War? Very well,"

His voice wasn't loud, but it exploded in Guan Yue's ears like thunder, carrying a coldness that seemed to proclaim the end of the world.

"Then let's meet the challenge!!!"

The words have not yet fallen.

"Boom——!!!"

The huge floor-to-ceiling window, along with the wall behind it, shattered like paper with a casual step from Niu Tian.

With one step, he stood a hundred meters above the ground, looking down at the dense crowd below, like an ant colony, and at Emperor Xu Tian on the altar, whose expression suddenly changed.

Without any unnecessary words, Niu Tian casually raised his right hand and then pressed it down.

In an instant, the weather changed dramatically.

The dark clouds in the sky gathered and swirled wildly, and a gigantic, solidified blue claw appeared out of thin air.

The giant claw was wrapped with countless mysterious divine patterns, exuding a terrifying aura that could destroy the world. It was like a judgment from ancient gods and demons, carrying an irresistible and majestic divine power, and it crushed down on Xu Tiandi at the top of the altar!
The space groaned under the weight of that claw, and the previously deafening cheers in the plaza below abruptly ceased, replaced by boundless fear and deathly silence.

In everyone's pupils, the colossal azure claw that blotted out the light of day was reflected, and beneath that claw, the seemingly insignificant figure about to be crushed. The wrath of the priest, with a single strike, was about to kill the Federation Speaker in front of the entire continent!

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at that moment.

The first to recover from the extreme shock and despair was Guan Yue, who had just personally experienced the power of the priest.

Gazing at the colossal blue claw that blotted out the sun and contained endless destructive intent, his mind went blank for a moment, as if all his thoughts and hopes had been crushed to dust by that claw.

it's over...

Is everything over?
How can mortals withstand a strike from a deity?

The thought hit me like a bucket of ice water, but it only lasted for a moment.

When his gaze passed over the broken window and landed on Xu Tiandi atop the altar, who was struggling to maintain his composure despite the looming shadow of death and even attempting to mobilize his soul power to build a defense, an even more turbulent emotion erupted in his chest like a volcano.

Do not!
Absolutely not!
Countless images flashed through his mind like lightning: the intricate web of interests among the various families and factions of the Federation; the hidden dangers of military leaders wielding excessive power; the ever-present threat of invasion from the Abyss Plane...

Xu Tiandi, the Speaker who has initially integrated the Federation's power with his iron fist and foresight, is the core of maintaining the current fragile balance and the helmsman leading the Federation through the storms of the future!

If he were to fall at this moment, the vast Federation would instantly descend into a chaotic power vacuum, rife with infighting and disintegration!
At that time, let alone annihilating the Green Skull and the remnants of the Tang Clan, even resisting the invasion of the Abyss will become a luxury.

The entire continent could be doomed as a result!

Therefore, Emperor Xu absolutely cannot die!

This belief, like the hottest lava, instantly burned away all hesitation and fear.

Guan Yue's eyes instantly became bloodshot, but within that crimson light burned a resolute and unwavering light, as if she were facing death without fear.

"Don't even think about it!!!"

A roar that seemed to tear apart his throat and shatter his soul burst forth from Guan Yue's chest.

The sound briefly drowned out all the noise and roar outside, echoing clearly within the broken room.

Before he finished speaking, something strange happened.

The Heavenly Spear he gripped tightly seemed to respond to its master's suicidal will, suddenly bursting forth with an incomparably piercing, pure white-incandescent light. The light was so intense that it seemed to melt him completely.

At the same time, the meticulously crafted four-word battle armor that had accompanied Guan Yue in battle for many years lit up with an overload-like flame on all the patterns on its surface. Then, the real flames, ignited by his purest soul power, blood and even the origin of his soul, suddenly erupted and enveloped his entire body.

combustion!

Burning recklessly!

Burning Battle Armor!

Burn your soul power!

Ignite your spiritual power!
He unleashed all the accumulated wisdom he had gained through a century of arduous cultivation!
Ignite all his future vitality and potential!
A huge and clear white six-pointed star array appeared out of thin air at Guan Yue's feet, its light flowing and exuding a mysterious and sacred aura.

In that instant, his entire being seemed to break free of some invisible shackles, rising, condensing, and sublimating at an unprecedented speed.

His face, which had initially shown signs of age and weariness, visibly became younger and fuller, his skin radiating a youthful glow. Although his appearance remained ordinary, an indescribable ethereal quality enveloped his brows, as if a celestial being had descended to earth, transcending the mundane. (End of Chapter)