Douluo Continent: Five Thunders Shake the Drums, I am the Thunder Emperor!

Chapter 177 The Souls of 100,000 Star Luo Soldiers, Sikong Zhen's Secret Letter!
Why not kill you?

Qian Daoliu's gaze pierced Bibi Dong like a sharp sword, and the light from the angel statue formed a dazzling halo behind him, illuminating the entire hall as if it were daytime.

“I am not sparing your life out of mercy,” Qian Daoliu said in a deep and authoritative voice.

"It's because the Spirit Hall needs a pope. Xue'er... already has no father, and cannot lose her mother as well."

Bibi Dong remained silent for a moment.

The purplish-black aura of the Rakshasa stood in stark contrast to the divine light of the angels.

"hypocritical."

Bibi Dong didn't completely believe Qian Daoliu's words, and she didn't believe that he could truly let go of the hatred of losing his son.

"Qian Daoliu, in my opinion, you are just weighing the pros and cons."

She sneered, "If I weren't the successor of the Rakshasa God, I would probably have died under your angelic holy sword long ago."

"I have already made it very clear why. Whether you believe it or not is up to you." Qian Daoliu did not want to argue with Bibi Dong.

Subsequently.

Qian Daoliu continued, "Let's put aside past grievances for now."

"The Spirit Hall is now facing a powerful enemy. Sikong Zhen has become a major threat. If we continue to fight amongst ourselves, we will only allow the enemy to reap the benefits."

Bibi Dong's eyes flickered slightly; she naturally understood what Qian Daoliu meant.

Sikong Zhen's strength has far exceeded expectations. With the help of the Thunder God's power, he is able to fight against her, who has a level 99 soul power and is aided by the Rakshasa God's power.

If neither side uses divine power, then it's just a one-sided beating by Sikong Zhen!
If Sikong Zhen is allowed to grow any further, the Spirit Hall will completely lose the opportunity to suppress him.

now.

Even if Qian Daoliu were to personally take action, it would be difficult to kill Sikong Zhen.

Once Sikong Zhen uses the power of the Thunder God, Qian Daoliu will have no chance of winning, and the possibility of gaining the upper hand is very small, let alone eliminating him!
"You want to cooperate?"

Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes slightly.

"It's not cooperation, but rather a mutually beneficial arrangement," Qian Daoliu said calmly. "You need to initiate the Nine Trials of Rakshasa, while I need to ensure that the Spirit Hall's rule remains unshaken."

Bibi Dong was silent for a moment, then suddenly chuckled: "Alright, since you're being so direct, I won't beat around the bush either."

She raised her hand, and a strange rune was drawn in the air by her purplish-black divine power, exuding a cold and evil aura.

"To initiate the Nine Trials of Rakshasa, the Death Spiral Array must be used to devour the souls of a large number of the dead as a sacrifice to open the gate of the Rakshasa God's inheritance."

Qian Daoliu frowned slightly.

"How much do you need?"

"At least 100,000, the more the better."

Bibi Dong's voice was cold and calm, "However, it doesn't necessarily have to be the souls of those who died in battle. The stronger their resentment, the better the effect."

"One hundred thousand..."

A hint of seriousness flashed in Qian Daoliu's eyes.

Even the Spirit Hall would find it difficult to gather this number easily.

"The Star Luo Empire and the Heaven Dou Empire have been engaged in continuous warfare for nearly a year. On the Star Luo side alone, no fewer than 100,000 soldiers have died in battle."

Bibi Dong said calmly, "If I can collect all their corpses, it will be more than enough for me to start the Nine Trials of Rakshasa."

Qian Daoliu's gaze darkened.

"You want me to demand these corpses from the Star Luo Empire in the name of the Spirit Hall?"

“Not bad.” Bibi Dong looked directly at Qian Daoliu. “With your status as the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, the Star Luo Royal Family would not dare to refuse.”

What if they refuse?

"Then we'll take it by force." A ruthless glint flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes. "Do you think a mere Star Luo Empire can withstand the Spirit Hall?"

Qian Daoliu remained silent for a long time before finally nodding slowly: "Okay."

Bibi Dong was slightly taken aback, seemingly not expecting Qian Daoliu to agree so readily.

“However, I have one condition,” Qian Daoliu suddenly said.

"What conditions?"

Bibi Dong said warily.

"Once the Nine Trials of Rakshasa begin, you must deal with Sikong Zhen with all your might, and you must not attack anyone within the Spirit Hall." Qian Daoliu's voice left no room for doubt, "Especially... Xue'er."

Bibi Dong didn't hesitate at all. "Okay."

She said coldly, "As long as she doesn't provoke me, I naturally won't touch her."

Qian Daoliu gave her a deep look, as if trying to discern something from her expression, but Bibi Dong's expression remained icy cold.

"Okay, I will handle this personally."

Qian Daoliu turned around and looked at the angel statue. "Three days later, a Platinum Master from the Spirit Hall will go to the Star Luo Empire to negotiate."

Bibi Dong's lips curled up slightly, revealing a cold smile.

"Then I'll just wait for the good news."

She turned and left, her purple robe appearing particularly eerie in the divine light.

Once Bibi Dong's figure had completely disappeared, Qian Daoliu slowly closed his eyes and murmured to himself, "Rakshasa God..."

"May the God of Angels bless me, and may I make the right choice this time."

Sudden.

Qian Daoliu opened his eyes, as if he had thought of something.

"The dead souls, the more resentful the better. There are quite a few corrupt people in the City of Slaughter!"

……

Three days later.

Star Luo Palace.

The current Star Luo Emperor, Davis, sat on his throne with a gloomy expression, holding a letter from the Spirit Hall in his hand.

"Your Majesty, the Spirit Hall's actions are clearly outrageous!"

One minister angrily exclaimed, "Demanding the corpses of my Star Luo soldiers is utterly absurd!"

Davis took a deep breath, suppressing his anger.

"The Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall has personally spoken; if we refuse, I'm afraid..."

"Are we just going to let them trample on the dignity of Xingluo?" another general roared.

Davis remained silent for a long time before finally sighing, "Pass down the order to hand over all the corpses of the soldiers who died on the border to the Spirit Hall."

"Your Majesty!" the ministers exclaimed.

"No need to say more."

Davis raised his hand to stop him, "Given the current situation, we... have no other choice."

The old retainer of the Star Luo Empire, Dai Jiuyou, has already fallen, and Davis and Zhu Zhuyun are still very weak.

The empire is severely lacking in high-end combat power and is simply no match for the Spirit Hall.

These ministers understood this as well.

but,
Even so, some ministers still dared to plead, "Your Majesty, I beg Your Majesty to rescind your decree!"

Davis frowned, his gaze sweeping over the minister who had died remonstrating with him like a knife.

"Mo Qing, do you know the consequences of refusing the Spirit Hall?"

The minister surnamed Mo knelt on the ground, his voice trembling but firm: "Your Majesty, I understand!"

"But those fallen soldiers were heroes who sacrificed their lives for their country. If even their remains are to be handed over to others, how can the Star Luo royal family face the people of the world?!"

Davis gripped the armrests of the dragon throne tightly, his knuckles turning white, but he was powerless to do anything.

How could he not be angry?
But reality is cruel.

"If the Spirit Hall wanted to kill me and all of you, they only needed to send a few Title Douluos. Now they are only asking for the corpses, which is already leaving room for maneuver."

There was dead silence in the hall.

Suddenly, a clear, cold female voice came from outside the hall:
"Your Majesty, there may still be a chance to turn things around."

Everyone turned around and saw Zhu Zhuyun, dressed in a phoenix robe, stride in, holding a jade slip that shimmered with lightning.

"This is?"

"A secret letter from the Heavenly Dou Empire." Zhu Zhuyun unfolded the jade slip, and lightning patterns condensed into words in the air: [Do not hand over the corpse; this king can stop the Spirit Hall.]

Davis suddenly stood up: "Sikong Zhen!"

(End of this chapter)