Douluo: Legend of the Dragon King - The Voice of the Purple Emperor

Shock, explosion.

The terrifying explosions continued...

At least half of the audience died instantly in the explosion. Even those who survived were scattered in all directions by the violent roar, like flowers falling from the sky.

The commentators abruptly stopped, a situation unprecedented since the emergence of Star Battle Network.

Without a doubt, this was a huge accident that caused unimaginable and even fatal harm to the spectators who paid to watch the game.

They paid money! Even if it's a virtual competition, paying to experience the taste of death is definitely not a pleasant experience. This is undoubtedly a design flaw by Star Battle Network, overestimating the capacity of the competition arena within the network. Under such a massive collision, the entire competition arena was annihilated.

What's going on here?!

Blood God Camp.

The Blood Gods were all stunned. They never expected that such an artistic scene, where art is an explosion, would occur.

What does the shattering of the entire arena mean? It means that the collision between these two has exceeded the limits of what can be sustained. According to previous official statistics, it would take the combined energy of a peak-level Soul Douluo and a three-word battle armor user to withstand it.

After reinforcement, at least battles that are not at the level of Limit Douluo will not directly "explode".

This means that the battle between Gu You and the sword demon Sima Jinchi has exceeded the energy level of a peak Super Douluo!

The enormous ball of light lasted for a full half minute before gradually subsiding.

The once deafening stands were now a pile of rubble. Those still alive were screaming in agony, but it was safe to say that less than one in ten remained.

At the epicenter of the explosion, the entire competition platform had sunk more than 100 meters, yet the two figures were still inside.

Gu You's battle armor was still intact, and he didn't seem to be seriously injured.

But Sima Jinchi was different. His battle armor was damaged in many places, and he was supporting himself on the ground with his Dragon Slayer Blade, yet his aura continued to surge without diminishing in the slightest. Even more strangely, behind him, a shadowy figure appeared and disappeared, seemingly resembling a white dragon, though it was still somewhat indistinct.

"Haha, I see, I see! Very good, very good, I've finally found it! Hahahaha, hahahahaha!"

Sima Jinchi suddenly burst into wild laughter.

"Wait for me!" Sima Jinchi suddenly raised his head. Only half of his mask remained on his face, revealing half of his rugged features. He stared intently at Gu You and uttered these three words.

"Okay!" Gu You nodded emphatically.

Sima Jinchi's body turned into light and disappeared on the spot.

As Gu You watched Sima Jinchi disappear without a trace, an electronic voice simultaneously rang in his ears: "Number 33, victory."

Purple and Gold King, victory! Advance to the finals!

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The enormous room was decorated in a lavish, opulent style, yet this opulence somehow evoked a sense of antiquity and elegance. It was the result of the passage of time, the true essence of nobility.

This profound heritage cannot be formed overnight. It is the accumulation of countless generations of ancestors that gives it such depth and flavor.

Behind the enormous desk sat an elderly man, whose hair and beard were completely white, yet his back remained ramrod straight. On his shoulders, three dazzling stars shone—a Federation General.

On the wall behind him hung a huge portrait. The portrait depicted a man covered in golden armor, holding a giant sword, with three pairs of pure white wings spread out behind him. Every feather was painted with exquisite detail, as if they were real.

Indeed, the man sitting behind the desk, handling official business, is none other than the leader of the Southern Legion, the Legion Commander, the current patriarch of the Holy Angel Family, and a powerful figure of great stature and influence throughout the entire Federation—the Angel Douluo, Le Zheng'en.

Leh Jung-eun has been in charge of the Southern Army for over forty years. The Southern Army is like an ironclad unit, and in a sense, it can be considered a special force within the Federal Military.

The Southern Legion itself enjoys the support of many powerful southern families, both in terms of manpower and financial resources. Therefore, the Southern Legion is the least dependent on the military headquarters among all the legions. The military headquarters also finds it difficult to place personnel within the Southern Legion, as this would face collective resistance from the major southern families.

Within the entire Douluo Federation, the southern region is the most traditional. While it lags behind the central and western regions in technological development, it is the strongest in terms of wealth. More than one-fifth of the seats in the Federal Parliament belong to the major families and political clans of the south.

The Union has tried to improve its control over the Confederate Army more than once, but has never succeeded in all these years. This is because no one dares to risk offending the entire traditional class of the South. They are a force to be reckoned with in the legislature. Conversely, these powerful families also need the support of the military.

Therefore, it was under this background that the Southern Army Corps possessed such a rich foundation, leaving the military helpless.

The Southern Legion's leadership has always been controlled by the Holy Angel Family. This is partly because the Holy Angel Family is the most powerful of these traditional families, having produced Super Douluo-level figures almost every generation. A Super Douluo with the Holy Angel Martial Soul is far more powerful than a regular Super Douluo. Moreover, the Holy Angel Family has even produced Limit Douluo.

Another point is the selflessness of the Holy Angel family, which enables them to be fair and just. This is determined by their martial spirit; if they couldn't even do this, it would be impossible for them to cultivate the Holy Angel martial spirit to a higher level.

Since taking command of the Southern Army Corps forty years ago, Le Zheng'en has worked diligently to reduce the number of soldiers while significantly enhancing individual strength. The Southern Army Corps is a formidable fighting force, well-equipped and comparable to the Central Army Corps directly under the Temple of War.

However, these powerful families in the South were also very disciplined. Because of the Southern Legion, even if their sons joined the army, they would only serve in the Southern Legion and never extend their influence further. This created a balance with the Parliament.

"Report!" A loud voice came from outside the door.

Le Zheng'en's lips twitched slightly; he knew who it was without even asking. Only this person dared to shout "Report!" so loudly outside his office door.

"Come in."

The door opened, and a burly figure appeared in the office. He walked a few steps to Le Zheng'en's desk... (End of Chapter)