Douluo: The Holy Radiance of the Dragon King

Chapter 312 Shocking the Temple of War and its Inner and Outer Entirety, Targeting the Shrek Gang, Cao Dezhi Goes Mad

"Of course we have the guts! The Shrek people will never submit to a monster like you, never!"

The third War God of the War God Hall, who had once studied at Shrek Academy, put on a righteous and awe-inspiring appearance, completely unafraid of Feng Zaixing's cold gaze. He laughed twice and released his martial soul, attacking Feng Zaixing.

"Come on, kill me! Let's see how you'll still lead the Temple of War!"

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

Before Feng Zaixing could even speak, two streaks of light shot out from his side. Long Chen and Le Zhengyu attacked from the left and right, quickly suppressing him.

"Boss, what should we do?" Long Chen asked Feng Zaixing as he dislocated the arm of the Thirteen War Gods.

All eyes in the entire Temple of War turned to that direction.

Feng Zaixing sighed softly and said, "The Temple of War God has its own rules. Attacking the Temple Master of the Temple of War God without cause is tantamount to rebellion. The minimum punishment is lifelong suppression, and the next level is torture and death."

Seeing this, Long Tianwu wanted to explain the situation to Feng Zaixing, but the young man waved his hand lightly and said, "Give him a quick death, cripple him, and exile him to the Star Luo Empire to visit his dream alma mater."

"yes!"

In response, Yue Zhengyu unleashed divine soul power from his palm, striking the back of the three war gods. The divine soul power invaded their meridians, forcefully purifying everything.

Long Chen formed his hand into a claw and pressed it against the crown of the thirteen war gods. Some of the war gods wanted to step forward, but they saw a terrifying soul light suddenly burst out from Feng Zaixing's body, freezing the space.

"No one is allowed to act rashly. Anyone who does will be suppressed by me today as a way of cleaning up my own house."

Feng Zaixing closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. His cold and stern voice made the people of the War God Temple, who were already located on the top of the snow mountain, feel as if they had entered an ice cave. They witnessed the ruthless methods of this person who was rumored to be ruthless.

Yu Xin stepped forward and glanced at the two of them with some disdain: "You two are too slow."

"Huh?" The two generals who called themselves the Left and Right Envoys of Light were taken aback.

"Bang!" "Ah ...

With a stroke of the divine brush, the tip was as sharp as a knife, piercing through the lower dantian of the thirteen war gods. The thirteen war gods seemed to have suffered the most terrible torture in the world. They stared at Yu Xin with angry eyes, screamed and cursed, and soon collapsed limply to the ground.

Pure soul light spread outwards, and the soul power cultivated by a titled Douluo throughout his life returned to the plane, his martial soul and soul power both destroyed.

"Take back his three-word battle armor and use the resources of the Temple of War to do favors for Shrek Academy? What kind of good deal is that?"

Yu Xin unleashed her attack, triggering the self-protecting battle armor of the Thirteen War Gods. She uttered a remark even more chilling than Feng Zaixing's, and with one punch, sent the Thirteen War Gods flying, rolling on the ground.

The sight of a prominent Title Douluo, a three-word Douluo Armor Master, falling into a desperate situation in the blink of an eye was so shocking that several acquaintances, including Long Tianwu and Luo Yuhang, couldn't bear it and turned their faces away.

"I've said it before, Zai Xing is a moderate hawk, you shouldn't oppose him."

Having done all this, Yu Xin appeared completely unperturbed. She wiped the bloodstains off the divine brush and calmly looked at the War Gods of the War God Temple, as if stating a simple fact.

At this moment, how could any of the war gods dare to show any opposition? This descendant of Vice Hall Master Yu was far too ruthless!

As the rumors proved true, Feng Zaixing's attitude had softened, and his actions still left a glimmer of hope.

If you don't want to talk to moderates, then you can only talk to extremists. This guy is ruthless when it comes to killing.

Even Long Chen and Le Zhengyu, who had made their move, were somewhat dazed. Fortunately, they were already familiar with the boss's style of doing things, so they silently followed.

Gu Yue and Na'er glanced at the thirteen war gods lying on the ground like dead dogs, then looked at Yu Xin, and both felt that she was angry and intimidating them.

Yuan Enhui remained indifferent to everything, simply standing quietly beside Feng Zaixing as his bodyguard.

Feng Zaixing looked at everyone and said calmly, "I know that a third of you come from Shrek Academy, and many more have connections to Shrek through various channels, making up at least half of you."

"It's only natural to miss one's alma mater. I'm not so petty as to not even tolerate this. I won't care if you secretly offer incense and pay respects at Shrek Academy's grave."

However, anyone who dares to openly disregard the interests of the Federation for Shrek Academy's sake, placing Shrek above the Federation, will be met with swift and decisive action from this Palace Master. Those who violate this rule will have their martial souls destroyed, be imprisoned for life, and their close relatives for three generations will be barred from awakening martial souls and taking federal civil service exams. Those who have already awakened their martial souls will be stripped of their titles, and those currently holding public office will be demoted. This will be announced in the Federation news.

"Anyone who disagrees, I'll give you a chance. Pack your things and settle everything within three days, then take your belongings to the Star Luo Empire to see your alma mater. If you don't leave within three days, I'll take that as a warning from me."

"If you commit this offense again, I guarantee that your entire clan will never be able to rise again. Your once proud glory will become a disgrace to your clan, and you will be hated, betrayed, and ostracized by all your clansmen."

Everyone nodded in agreement, not daring to meet Feng Zaixing's gaze.

Seeing this, Feng Zaixing nodded slightly, his expression softening.

We must learn to use the good systems of our previous life on Earth. We can use the rule that three generations cannot take the civil service exam or the public sector exam, and we can also add a rule that they cannot awaken a martial soul, thus eradicating the root of the problem.

Physically creating mountains of corpses and seas of blood is too terrifying, so let's change it up. In this era, having one's martial spirit destroyed and being made public might be even more unbearable than death.

This was the best solution Feng Zaixing could come up with. One-third of the top federal public officials were Shrek alumni or members of the Shrek faction, spanning the so-called hawks and doves.

From this perspective, Long Yeyue's arrogance back then was justified.

If the Sea God Pavilion were to issue an order to these high-ranking officials that was not so "excessive," and even half of them were willing to accept it, it would be enough to stir up a storm throughout the Federation. No other organization could unite so powerfully.

After destroying the Southern Family, the Doves, and the Shen Family, the Shrek Gang's power was greatly diminished, but it still wielded considerable influence, remaining an iceberg beneath the surface.

They once clung to the federal government like leeches, sucking the blood of the Federation to sustain Shrek City; they still wield considerable influence today, and their shared commitment to protecting Shrek is terrifying enough.

It would take a long time to completely destroy the influence of this iceberg, but at least for now, he absolutely could not allow this faction to have a voice in the Temple of War.

If necessary, he could even kill Guan Yue.

That's all for today. You've all worked hard, so please get some rest. The future battle for unification will require the concerted efforts of those who are united in purpose.

With a wave of his hand, Feng Zaixing led the experts of the Yixin Society out of the War God Temple in a long stride, leaving only gusts of biting cold wind blowing into the temple.

Long Tianwu, Su Mengjun, Luo Yuhang, and others were fine; they comforted their colleagues with a few words and went about their own business.

The members of the War God Temple, who had once been from Shrek Academy, felt a chill run through their bones. They had thought that Feng Zaixing would suppress them, but with their large numbers and influence in the War God Temple, they should be able to protect themselves. They expected that Feng Zaixing would not dare to use too forceful methods.

But they didn't expect that after Feng Zaixing defeated Chen Xinjie, he didn't take up his post for a long time. It wasn't until he eliminated all his enemies and the Shen family was executed that he entered the Temple of War with unparalleled killing power.

From the battle between the two silver dragons to the crippling of the thirteen war gods, every step was a deterrent to them. Their dual identities as the honorary tower master of the Spirit Pagoda and the master of the War God Hall were an even greater, silent pressure, clearly indicating that they were not irreplaceable.

Looking back now, they had no way out.

"well----"

After a long silence, someone spoke in a hoarse voice: "If you all still have any ideas, go ask Lord Guan. Right now, he's the only one who still has some say."

"But even Lord Guan is no match for that person. What should we do?" said one of the top ten War Gods of the War God Temple.

"Either sever all ties with our alma mater, or—we abandon our families and go to Singapore. That person only gave us two paths."

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"As expected of the Saint Douluo, I heard he privately calls himself the Old Demon and is quite proud of it. Heh, Shrek Academy..."

The dry, mournful cries echoed across the ancient, unchanging snow-capped mountains, bringing grief to the last of the mighty Shrek people.

"He's already caused such a commotion just after returning to Mingdu. Truly worthy of being called Feng Zaixing, hehe—"

At the Tang Clan headquarters of the Star Luo Empire, Cao Dezhi, with his full head of white hair, watched the execution of the Shen family live on the Federation's broadcast, and his desolate laughter echoed across the land.

With the Shen family gone, Shi Tang's last powerful ally in the Sun and Moon Federation is also finished. Perhaps in a few years or months, the warships of the three major navies will come rushing over and destroy everything.

With this thought in mind, he turned to look at Guo Xiaoxu, the leader of the Fighting Soul Hall, a dark light shining through his cloudy eyes, and said, "Tell that person that I can consider the cooperation she proposed—"

Guo Xiaoxu's expression changed drastically, and she said in surprise, "Sect Master, that person said that if we want to cooperate, we have to provide a batch of fixed-position soul-guided cannon shells."

"Just a batch of fixed-load soul-guided artillery shells, here you go!"

Cao Dezhi suddenly went berserk, his eyes turning bloodshot, like a mad old lion king, roaring repeatedly, "Give it to them, give it all to them! If the Tang Clan is gone, what meaning do we have for our existence?!"

He raised his hands and pushed all the documents on the desk away, scattering them all over the floor.

"Isn't that guy the self-proclaimed savior of the Douluo Continent, conquering various planes to nourish the Tree of Life, vowing to wipe out the Holy Spirit Cult, the hidden families, and us terrorists? Fine! Let him bear all the responsibility!"

"From this day forward, the Tang Sect will no longer concern itself with those thankless and arduous matters! The Soul Fighting Hall will henceforth serve only the interests of the Tang Sect! Let him handle everything!"