Douluo Continent: The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda? A Soul Beast Pagoda!

Chapter 62 The Holy Knights

The following day, in front of the main hall of the Holy Knights in Wuhun City.

In the soft morning light, twelve knights stood in formation, waiting on the pristine marble square.

They were clad in uniform platinum-gold heavy armor, which shimmered with a divine luster in the morning light, and their chests were engraved with exquisite six-winged angel emblems.

Each person stood as upright as a javelin, their aura sharp and menacing, their eyes beneath their helmets as piercing as an eagle's.

This is a squad from the Holy Knights, one of the most elite forces of the Spirit Hall. Those who can join the Holy Knights are at least Soul Emperor level cultivators.

At the front of the line, a woman with neat short blonde hair was carefully wiping her helmet.

Her face was strikingly handsome, and her eyes were bright yet held a hint of arrogance. Hearing footsteps, she looked up, and upon seeing who it was, she immediately smiled, waved, and called out.

"Sister Xue!"

Qian Renxue had also changed into a custom-made white-gold knight's armor.

Unlike ordinary heavy armor, this armor fits her slender figure perfectly, with a flexible scale structure designed at the joints, ensuring both defense and agility.

She walked to the front of the line and nodded to Tianyue: "Is everything ready?"

"Everything is ready!" Tianyue reported quickly, tucking the helmet under her arm.

"As planned, we will first go to the Kingdom of Barak—then go to the Province of Fasno for investigation, and then head south to inspect the Kingdom of Pelag in the Star Luo Empire."

Qian Renxue nodded and walked to one side of the square, where thirteen magnificent steeds were tethered.

The most eye-catching one was her horse.

It is pure white, with a majestic dragon-shaped head and a gleaming rhomboid pale gold gemstone on its forehead.

White dragon scales extend from its forehead along its neck and spine to its tail, and the sound of wind and thunder can be faintly heard when its four hooves tread the ground.

A five-thousand-year-old soul beast, the Heavenly Dragon Horse.

Possessing a rare dragon bloodline, it has excellent speed and endurance, and is particularly sensitive to evil auras.

"Mount up." Qian Renxue flipped onto the saddle, her movements as smooth as flowing water.

The remaining twelve knights responded in unison and mounted their mounts.

Their warhorses, though not as fine as the Heavenly Dragon Horses, were still carefully selected, with bulging muscles and fierce eyes.

Qian Renxue pulled on the reins, and the Heavenly Dragon Horse let out a clear neigh, took off running towards the city gate.

Twelve knights followed closely behind in a guard formation, their hoofbeats echoing through the city of Wuhun in the early morning, drawing the attention and salutes of passersby.

On the towering city walls of Wuhun City.

Seven figures had appeared on the wall at some unknown time.

These are the seven main deities of the Offering Hall.

Golden Crocodile Douluo, Azure Phoenix Douluo, Lion Douluo, Light Feather Douluo, Thousand-Pound Douluo, Demon-Subduing Douluo, and the leading Grand Elder, Thousand Daoliu.

Their gazes followed the small cavalry unit as it gradually receded into the distance, watching the white-gold figure disappear at the end of the road.

After a long pause, Qingwan Douluo sighed softly, breaking the silence: "Second Brother, your Tianyue is in the team too. Are you really at ease?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo stood with his hands behind his back, his face dignified, but a hint of worry flashed in his eyes: "Young eagles must eventually leave the nest. Besides, with Xue'er leading the team, you and I know her abilities."

"That's true," Light Feather Douluo interjected, the youngest-looking of the elders, whose tone was the most unrestrained, "but those Fallen Ones are treacherous and cunning, using all sorts of despicable methods. Although Xue'er is exceptionally talented, she is still relatively inexperienced. And Tian Yue, that girl is incredibly reckless—"

He paused, then turned to look at Qian Daoliu, his eyes sparkling: "Big brother, don't stop me this time. Let me secretly follow along for a while, okay? I promise I won't intervene unless it's a matter of life and death! Just let's see what happens if some ignorant Title Douluo-level Fallen leader pops up?"

Qian Daoliu's gaze remained fixed on the distance, remaining silent for a long time.

The worshippers held their breath and waited.

Letting young people explore freely is an essential part of growth; but who can truly feel at ease if they completely let go?

Finally, Qian Daoliu spoke slowly, his voice tinged with a hint of helplessness: "Go."

"Alright!" Guangling Douluo instantly beamed with joy. With a flicker of his figure, he drifted down from the city wall like a wisp of smoke and disappeared into the horizon in the blink of an eye, heading in the same direction as the Qian Renxue team's departure.

"Hey, that old bastard beat me to it!" Lion Douluo slapped the city wall crenellation in frustration.

"Yeah, I was thinking of going too," the Demon-Slaying Douluo muttered, arms crossed.

The elders exchanged glances and could only manage a wry smile. The Light Feather Douluo Martial Soul was a rare, top-tier archery-type spirit, adept at long-range sniping and stealth, making him indeed the most suitable candidate for covert protection.

Qian Daoliu took one last look at the now empty road, then turned around: "Go back, all of you. The children must ultimately walk their own paths."

Five days later, in a remote mountain village within the territory of the Kingdom of Barak.

As dusk approached, the setting sun, like blood, cast an ominous red glow on the village's simple earthen walls and thatched roofs.

About a mile outside the village, a group of figures quietly gathered.

There were more than twenty of them, all dressed in black robes and wearing various grotesque metal or bone masks.

His body was surrounded by a faint gray-black aura, which was the filthy soul power he had acquired from long-term practice of evil arts and the devouring of the blood and energy of living beings.

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The leader was tall, his mask was shaped like a wailing demon, and his exposed eyes glowed crimson.

He took a deep breath, and the faint scent of life in the air made him squint his eyes in ecstasy.

"Hehehehe—" He let out a low, eerie laugh, the sound even more distorted through the mask, "What sweet vitality—after harvesting two more villages and absorbing enough life essence, I will surely break through the level 50 barrier and become a Soul King! At that time, who will be able to stop me in this land?"

He slowly raised his hand, preparing to give the order.

Just then, a cold female voice boomed behind them like a thunderclap.

"A bunch of filthy insects, do they even deserve to defile this land?"

"May you die soon!!"

The men in black robes turned around in horror.

Thirteen white-armored knights appeared as if divine soldiers had descended from the heavens, charging forward at an astonishing speed!

The horses' hooves pounded the earth, producing a dull, drum-like rumble.

The jewel on the forehead of the leading white horse with its dragon head emitted a dazzling, holy golden light, dispelling the dim light of the setting sun and illuminating the terrified, distorted faces of the black-robed figures.

"The Holy Knights?! How is that possible! This place is so far from Wuhun City—"

"It's an angel! An angel!"

"Run! Run now—!"

When they saw the three pairs of golden wings of pure light and holy soul power unfurled behind the leading knight, all the fallen soul masters were instantly terrified.

"The fallen are unforgivable!"

Qian Renxue's voice was devoid of any emotion.

She made a grasping motion with her right hand, and a giant golden sword materialized out of thin air.

She didn't even use any soul skills; she simply swung her sword.

Swish-!

A crescent-shaped golden sword beam swept out, its speed exceeding the visual perception of most Soul Masters.

The three black-robed figures at the front, along with their hastily released defensive soul skills, were neatly sliced ​​in two like a hot knife through butter.

The remaining twelve holy knights spread out in unison and plunged fiercely into the chaotic crowd of black-robed men.

The battle was almost entirely a one-sided massacre.

The members of the Holy Knights are all of the light attribute or a similar attribute, which gives them a strong advantage against the evil soul power of the fallen.

With the suppression of Qian Renxue's Angelic Martial Soul, most of these Fallen Soul Masters, who were mostly at the twenties or thirties, were unable to mount an effective resistance.

Screams, the sounds of clashing soul skills, and the cracking of bones filled the air.

Seeing his companion fall like wheat being harvested, one of the men in black robes completely broke down. He knelt down with a thud, ripped off his mask, revealing a pale, distorted face, and burst into tears.

"Spare me! My lord angel, spare me! I surrender! I'm willing to serve my sentence in the City of Slaughter! Please—"

The golden sword tip stopped half an inch in front of his throat.