Douluo Continent: Starting from the Fusion of My Martial Soul with Xiao Xiao

The black-lacquered gate of the city defense garrison in the eastern part of Tiandou City was wide open.

Several sentries at the gate, their military caps askew and rifles casually propped on the ground, were huddled together, chatting animatedly about the outcome of last night's gambling match, oblivious to anyone approaching.

Of course, no one dares to come to "the military man's" territory on ordinary days.

Xue Yuheng pulled Xiao Xiao to a stop under the shade of a tree, and gently ruffled her hair. "Xiao Xiao, wait for me here. I'm going inside to take care of something, I'll be right back."

Xiao Xiao nodded understandingly.

Xue Yuheng turned and walked into the military camp. What hit him was not the solemn atmosphere that an army should have, but a strong smell of alcohol and sweat.

Scattered on the open ground were broken wine jars and gambling paraphernalia. Several shirtless soldiers sat in a circle throwing dice, their shouts so loud they hurt one's ears.

Women's cries could still be heard from the barracks in the distance, and the entire military camp was in chaos, like a marketplace.

Two patrolling soldiers squinted at us, the scabbards of their knives dragging noisily on the ground: "Where did this brat come from?"

"You think you can just barge into a military camp like that? Get out of here!"

Xue Yuheng didn't waste any words with them. He flipped his hand, and a black iron token appeared in his palm.

The token gleamed black in the sunlight, with a golden "天" (heaven) character on the front, instantly invigorating the two soldiers.

"Heavenly...Heavenly Soul Token?"

This thing is only possessed by His Majesty Tianhun and a few princes.

The city defense commander had one, and the soldiers had seen it many times when he boasted about it.

The soldier, who had been so arrogant just moments before, suddenly went weak in the knees. His long sword clattered to the ground, and he knelt, banging his head against the ground repeatedly, pleading, "I was blind and didn't recognize your greatness! Please forgive me, sir! I'll take you to see the commander right away!"

In the corps commander's tent, Vesta sat with his legs crossed in a chair, leering at the few new, delicate-skinned young soldiers standing in front of him doing push-ups.

He was thinking about what to eat tonight.

He is the younger brother of Emperor West of the Heavenly Soul.

He had no ambition and was fond of men, which was why West felt comfortable entrusting the city's defense forces to him.

Upon hearing his subordinates report that His Highness the Qian Prince of the Douling Empire had arrived, Vesta's interest vanished instantly.

He waved impatiently for the soldiers to leave, then slowly straightened his wrinkled clothes before looking up at Xue Yuheng who had walked in.

"I wonder what brings Your Highness Qian to this humble place?" he asked dismissively, too lazy to even get up.

Xue Yuheng cut to the chase, staring directly at him: "I've received word that your city defense forces are planning to take action against the Tang Clan?"

Is His Majesty aware of this matter?

Vesta's expression changed drastically, and his hands instinctively gripped the armrests tightly.

The destruction of the Tang Clan was secretly orchestrated by my brother. A sect that had been declining for over a thousand years was of no use to the Heavenly Soul Empire. Destroying it would allow us to absorb their hidden weapon techniques and remaining assets.

But this Prince Qian has come to our door with his brother's imperial decree of the Heavenly Soul. Could it be that his brother has changed his mind at the last minute?

His mind raced with calculations, but he feigned ignorance: "Tang Clan? What Tang Clan? What's wrong with the Tang Clan? Does Your Highness have any past ties with this Tang Clan?"

As Xue Yuheng watched his ever-changing expression, her bad premonition grew stronger.

He stopped beating around the bush with Vesta, and the shadow beneath his feet shifted slightly.

A black and white sword light flashed suddenly, and the cold blade was already firmly resting on Vesta's shoulder.

"The Heavenly Soul Token is here. I'll ask you one last time: what exactly happened with the Tang Sect?" Xue Yuheng's voice was icy, making Vista gasp for breath.

Vesta froze, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

He was a level 76 Soul Saint, yet he didn't even notice when the woman in front of him made her move!

The long sword was pressed against his neck, its icy aura almost slicing through his skin.

He had no doubt that if this seemingly weak boy in front of him had even the slightest thought, his head would be on the ground.

Don't use your status to pressure him; your own life is more important.

"Your Highness, spare me! I'll tell you everything!"

Vesta's voice trembled, his teeth chattering, "It's that disobedient captain under my command. Tonight, he's preparing to lead three hundred city defense soldiers to cooperate with the Iron Blood Sect in a surprise attack on the Tang Sect! They've already set off!"

Xue Yuheng frowned and said to Tian Wunu in a deep voice, "You five, go to the Tang Clan first and stop them at all costs."

As soon as she finished speaking, five black shadows instantly split off beneath the Heavenly Dancer's feet. Five Soul Douluo-level auras erupted without reservation, like five black lightning bolts, rushing towards the depths of the East City.

Vesta was completely stunned by what he saw.

Five Contras! This Prince Qian's trump card is terrifyingly powerful!

This means that the Heavenly Dancer's peak strength has reached the Limit Douluo level.

This is also why Xue Yuheng dared to visit alone.

Xue Yuheng snorted coldly, his eyes sweeping over him with icy eyes: "Ten thousand years ago, the Tang Sect helped your Heaven Dou Empire destroy the Martial Soul Empire, which is why you have the empire you have today."

I never imagined that ten thousand years later, you would be such treacherous people who kick someone when they're down.

"If the Tang Clan makes even the slightest mistake, you, the commander of the city's defense forces, and everyone under your command... will die sooner or later."

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving Vista slumped in his chair, his face ashen.

Xue Yuheng met Xiao Xiao at the city defense gate, where Yue and Ying were already waiting. The four of them transformed into a streak of light and flew rapidly toward the Tang Clan.

From afar, they could see flames shooting into the sky on a street in the eastern part of the city, near the suburbs.

Thick black smoke obscured half the night sky, and piercing screams and cries carried on the wind, making one's heart tighten.

The vermilion gate of the Tang Clan had been smashed to pieces, and the courtyard was filled with blood and corpses.

There were Tang Clan disciples dressed in blue, Iron Blood Sect members dressed in black, and several city defense soldiers.

Several unarmed elderly, women, and children lay on the bluestone slab, their bodies pierced by knives and swords, their blood flowing through the cracks in the slab, forming dark red streams.

The disciples of the Iron Blood Sect were burning, killing, and looting everywhere, ransacking the Tang Clan's secret manuals and valuables.

Laughter and screams mingled together; the once peaceful sect had now become a living hell.

Just then, the cool moonlight suddenly became unusually bright.

A stunningly beautiful white fairy floated in mid-air. The Heavenly Dancer slowly raised her delicate hand, and a silver domain instantly enveloped the entire Tang Sect.

As the moonlight shifted, time seemed to slow down countless times. Everyone's movements became incredibly stiff, and even the sparks dancing in the air seemed to freeze in mid-air, refusing to fall.

This is a combined domain soul skill created by the Seven Moon Shadows in the domain of the Hall of Inheritance, based on the origins of wind and space.

The realm of Limit Douluo level - Romance of Wind, Flowers, Snow, and Moon.

The greatsword in the hand of Tie Li, the leader of the Iron Blood Sect, was less than two meters away from the chests of Tang Lin and his wife, the leaders of the Tang Clan. The cold light of the blade was already reflected on Tang Lin's face.

At this critical moment, a blue-white ice chain pierced through the air, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, and precisely wrapped around Tie Li's right arm.

Countless sharp ice spikes instantly burst forth from the ice chain, piercing his wrist, and the biting cold spread throughout his body instantly along his arm.

"ah-!"

Tie Li let out a scream, the large knife in his hand fell to the ground, and his entire right arm was instantly frozen into a block of ice, completely losing sensation.

This is an ice chain formed from the external soul bone of Xue Yuheng's Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion, which is normally the Ice Jade Scorpion tattoo on his wrist.

When needed, Xue Yuheng can transform into any weapon form.

This was the first time Xiao Xiao had ever witnessed such a bloody and tragic scene. Her face turned red with anger, and her soul power surged uncontrollably within her. She was about to rush forward and teach those who had done evil a lesson.

Xue Yuheng reached out and pulled her back, gently shaking his head: "Don't be impulsive, just leave it to them."

We can't get Xiao Xiao's hands dirty.

The celestial dancer descended slowly from mid-air, her white dress fluttering gently in the night breeze. She exuded a suffocating aura, as if a goddess from the heavens had descended to earth, causing everyone present to dare not look up directly at her.

"Iron Blood Sect, how dare you!"