Douluo: The Holy Radiance of the Dragon King

Chapter 345 The Ghost Emperor's Thousand-Mile Escape, Older Generation Powerhouses Appear One After Another

"Damn it! The Demon Emperor's daughter has actually rebelled! Your Federation's hearts are even blacker than our Holy Spirit Cult's!"

The Ghost Emperor stood atop the World-Destroying Skull, cursing with a grim expression. The ghostly fire in his eyes flickered, and the rage in his chest was about to explode as he fled into the depths of the far north.

Surrounding him were the four remaining Title Douluos of the Holy Spirit Cult and a group of elites within the cult. Behind him were two Limit Douluo-level soul lights and a sky-covering mecha, like a swarm of bees leaving their hive.

The four titled Douluo of the Holy Spirit Cult looked miserable. Their years of wandering and hardship had made them feel extremely miserable. They had finally managed to bully the Federation Navy with the help of the two adults, but they were ambushed on a large scale as soon as they turned around.

It should be noted that even after eliminating the traitor Lan Fuzi, they still had several Title Douluos left. However, in the blink of an eye, three Title Douluos and other elites from the sect were killed. Only they managed to break through the encirclement and are still facing pursuit.

That's terrifying, that's brutal!

"Holy Spirit Cult, today is your end! Where do you think you can escape to?!"

Aruheng piloted the god-level mecha at high speed, his powerful blood energy causing his heart to rumble, and the blazing light was like a sun, absorbing and releasing infinite energy.

He was the fastest chaser among the three Limit Douluos, and traces of blood flowed from his large palms, from the evil soul master titled Douluo whom he had killed with two punches.

"The age-old feud ends today! The Holy Spirit Cult, led by Kong Yao, has fulfilled the wish that our ancestors could not accomplish!"

Kong Yao's voice boomed like thunder, full of energy; a crescent moon swirled around his body; the four-character battle armor reflected a yin-yang pattern resembling the universe, and two evil soul masters, titled Douluo, had already fallen into it and turned into dust.

This old man, in a moment of youthful exuberance, recalls that his ancestor was a member of a branch of the Sun Moon Imperial Family, the first level ten Soul Master in history, and had also participated in the hunt for two Limit Douluo of the Holy Spirit Cult at the time.

After completing that level 10 soul tool, his strength surpassed that of other Limit Douluo of that era, and hunting down the Sea God Pavilion Master of that era was no problem. However, he was unlucky and encountered threats from Huo Yuhao, the Chosen One of the Planes, and the princes personally led by Tang San, the Sea God, causing his unification efforts to fall short.

Therefore, Kong Yao had two great ambitions in his life: to defeat Shrek and to unify the other two countries.

Now that the previous wish has been fulfilled, by defeating the Ghost Emperor today, we can remove the Holy Spirit Cult, the last stumbling block!

Hearing the increasingly forceful and resolute voices of the two, the Ghost Emperor cleared his mind of all distractions and focused solely on escaping.

"Alas, what a tragic end! I thought the far north was a turning point for my Holy Spirit Church after its many misfortunes, but is it really going to become my final resting place?"

The world-destroying skull, wreathed in purple flames, smashed through a dozen black mechs and fled at unprecedented speed. The Ghost Emperor, however, was not pleased, for behind him echoed the desperate curses, pleas for mercy, and surrenders of the Holy Spirit Cult followers.

"You lackeys of the Federation, I'll come back in my next life to kill you all!"

"Don't kill me! I was forced into becoming an evil spirit master!"

"I surrender! I surrender! Even the Demon Emperor's daughter has surrendered, so I surrender too! I want to see Princess Blue! I want to see Princess Blue—"

"Bang! Bang! Bang—"

With a series of cannon shots, Luan Hongchen, armed with a heavy sniper rifle, picked off dozens of core Soul Masters of the Holy Spirit Cult one by one, turning them into a bloody mist. Then, he walked up to the dying surrendered man and sneered, "What is your identity? What is Lan Fuzi's identity? She is the daughter of the Demon Emperor, the future head of the Holy Spirit Cult, or rather, the FBI's undercover branch."

"Not to mention, she loves the Federation."

The surrendered man's eyes lit up with expectation: "I am a Soul Master, a Soul Douluo, and I can love the Federation too—"

"Bang!"

Luan Hongchen shot the evil Soul Master Douluo dead with a single shot, then kicked him, cursing, "I hadn't even noticed until you mentioned it. A Soul Master full of evil aura wants to love the Federation? Go down and repent for ten thousand years first, then see if the King of Hell will give you a chance to reincarnate!"

Having given up, he released the god-level mech heavy sniper rifle and turned to order the thousands of mech pilots cleaning up the battlefield: "Turn all the detection equipment you acquired from Mingde Hall and the Blood God Legion up to maximum power and search every inch thoroughly!"

"Today's principle is: leave no survivors among any evil spirit masters. Even the eggs they eat must be scrambled into yolks! Earthworms must be roasted and vaporized!"

"Yes!" Thousands of voices rang out almost simultaneously, and the entire surface of the far north seemed to tremble.

Luan Hongchen nodded in satisfaction. Although he had personally scanned the surrounding area with his spiritual domain spiritual power, caution was still necessary.

"We've conducted dozens of deductions for this operation; let's see how long you can hide, you old devil!"

As his gaze fell upon the Ghost Emperor, who was on a long and arduous escape, Luan Hongchen felt a surge of joy.

Long Chen followed beside him, the majestic and imposing Light Sacred Dragon, a Title Douluo-level being, and whispered, "Teacher, the Ghost Emperor has extensive experience in escaping. The far north is too vast; do we have enough manpower this time?"

The Ghost Emperor clearly knew that there would be Northern Legion ambushes outside the far north, so he did not flee outwards. Instead, he chose to venture deep into the far north to find a glimmer of hope.

It's not that I look down on the soul guidance technology that humanity has developed to this point, but the far north is simply too vast. The snow-covered landscape and towering mountains provide natural cover, and even black mechs cannot fight for long in such an environment.

If the Ghost Emperor were willing to flee at any cost, he might have a chance to escape with his life from Aruheng and Kong Yao.

Luan Hongchen smiled mysteriously: "You don't need to worry about that, we have a guide this time."

"Guide?" Long Chen asked in confusion.

"Heh, you didn't actually think that your boss spent half a month preparing for such a large-scale operation, only to find three major legions to conduct a joint operation, did you?"

Luan Hongchen smiled slightly, his gaze falling towards the energy field where the Demon Emperor had fallen: "Once he takes action, he never likes to leave his enemies a way out or any unstable factors."

"Oh?" Long Chen thought for a moment, his eyes shining brightly.

If those guys come too, the Ghost Emperor might as well die again.

"Hahahaha, hahahahaha————"

Deep in the far north, the Great Skeleton of Annihilation fled straight towards the direction of dozens of continuous mountain peaks. The pursuers behind him gradually thinned out, and the Ghost Emperor let out a hoarse laugh.

"Why are you laughing, sir?"

A disheveled Title Douluo forced a bitter smile: "Of the four of us Title Douluos and eight high-level elites, only half remain. We really can't be laughing."

"Yes, sir, the once mighty Holy Spirit Cult is now reduced to just a few remnants."

One of the Contra players gave a bitter laugh; the Federation's pursuers were too ruthless, giving them no chance to catch their breath.

"What are you laughing at? I'm laughing at Feng Zaixing's childish stupidity and the Federation's old thief's lack of strategy. If I had control of so many high-level Soul Masters, I would definitely have laid an ambush on top of the existing one!"

The Ghost Emperor pointed at the snow-capped mountains that were flying backward in his line of sight and sneered, "Places like this are perfect for ambushes. If they were to lay an elite force here, we would surely suffer heavy losses again!"

He knew, of course, that the Holy Spirit Cult was in dire straits, but he also knew that at this moment, he needed to show enough composure, otherwise these people would collapse on their own without the pursuers coming.

Even when he was in dire straits, even when he was about to lose everything, the Ghost Emperor remained determined to fight to the death.

Ten thousand years ago, the Holy Spirit Cult faced a similar predicament. Even someone as powerful as Huo Yuhao could only destroy their headquarters. After years of development, the Holy Spirit Cult naturally still had some hidden branches. These places were the last hope in the face of the threat of annihilation.

There is still hope for war!

"You're right, Ghost Emperor! I've been waiting for you bastards around here for a long time!"

Just as the Ghost Emperor was filled with ambition and ready to make a comeback, a voice filled with murderous intent suddenly echoed from all directions of the snow-capped mountains.

The Ghost Emperor's expression changed drastically: "Chen Xinjie?!"

"It's me!" Chen Xinjie, dressed in military armor, appeared like a ball of azure light above the world-destroying giant skeleton.

He formed fists with both hands and unleashed a powerful strike from above!

"withdraw!"

The Ghost Emperor hurriedly led his followers to retreat. Chen Xinjie's attack landed with such force that it shattered the World-Destroying Skeleton. The Ghost Emperor, whose life was intertwined with Chen Xinjie's, immediately spat out a mouthful of bright red blood.

Chen Xinjie unleashed his full power in this attack, unleashing an energy storm that swept outwards like a hurricane. Several Holy Spirit Cult experts with insufficient cultivation lost control of their bodies under this energy storm and were thrown out.

"Boom!"

At the critical moment, the Ghost Emperor gritted his teeth and activated his ultimate battle technique. The world-destroying giant skeleton, which had been dormant in purple flames, suddenly ignited green flames again, surging and rushing towards Chen Xinjie.

Chen Xinjie's eyes twitched, worried that he would be tricked by the Ghost Emperor again. He hurriedly retreated and released layers of soul light to protect his body.

At the same time, he activated his ocean martial spirit, unleashing a thousand-meter-long blue wave that surged towards the Ghost Emperor like a tyrannical dragon.

"Boom!"

The colossal skull of destruction exploded with a deafening roar as green flames burned, its massive energy cloud colliding with Chen Xinjie's thousand-meter-long azure wave.

They annihilated each other, and the sound of shattering glass echoed through the air as space caved inward.

Both sides were thrown outward by the terrifying shockwave. When Chen Xinjie flew back to the core of the explosion, the Ghost Emperor had already fled. Only a few broken pieces of three-word battle armor proved that several powerful evil soul masters had left their lives here.

"Hmph, you took two of my full-force attacks and even self-destructed this thing. You won't get away unscathed!"

Chen Xinjie regretted not unleashing his full power earlier, but when he thought that there were other people waiting for the Ghost Emperor, he felt relieved.

The injury he suffered last time had a huge impact, shortening his already limited lifespan by a few years. After Long Yeyue's death, he became increasingly haggard and had only a few years left to live.

It's not worth it to be buried with the Ghost Emperor.

Chen Xinjie followed the direction of the lingering aura of the Ghost Emperor and paced through the air. Before long, he sensed a fierce aura of fighting against heaven and earth coming from the distance, as well as the strange artifact that the Ghost Emperor had used to ambush him last time. He couldn't help but reveal a look of anticipation.

"Old Qian Gu's Panlong Staff has the second-highest explosive power in the world. Let's see how long you, Ghost Emperor, can withstand it."

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