Knights descend upon Douluo Continent; death awaits if they do not fight.

Autumn of the 2639th year of the Douluo Calendar.

Deep within the Starry Sky Forest, sunlight filters through the lush canopy, casting dappled shadows.

Xiao Wu leaned against a big tree, holding a small blue flower in her hand.

That was something she created by imitating the Blue Silver Grass with her soul power.

For five years, she has made a flower like this every day and watched it disappear as the sun sets.

"Brother..." she murmured softly, "Are you alright?"

In five years, her soul power has recovered to the level of a level 57 Soul King.

On the shore of a distant lake, a giant black ape, as large as a mountain, was dozing off.

Titan Giant Ape Erming occasionally opened his eyes and looked in Xiaowu's direction, his eyes filled with worry.

It didn't understand why Sister Xiaowu always looked at the sky like that after she came back.

Before the gates of hell, deeper within, the Azure Bull Python Daming slowly opened its eyes.

It sensed something.

Some uninvited guests are approaching.

.....

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest.

A team of twenty-five people is traversing through the dense forest.

The two leaders, one dressed in a chrysanthemum-patterned robe and the other shrouded in a black robe, were Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei.

The aura of the level 95 titled Douluo was well concealed, but the young man behind them made no attempt to hide his arrogance.

Xie Yue toyed with the moon blade in his hand, a cold smile playing on his lips: "A mere rabbit transformed from a 100,000-year-old soul beast, do we really need so many of us? Elder Ju, Elder Gui, either of you would be enough, wouldn't you?"

"Shut up," Hu Liena said coldly. "His Holiness the Pope's orders must be carried out without fail."

Her gaze swept around, as if searching for something.

Five years have passed, and the figure who fought alongside her in the City of Slaughter always unexpectedly appears in her mind.

Tang Yin...where are you?

Yan stared at Hu Liena's profile, a hint of gloom flashing in his eyes.

At the very front of the group, Chrysanthemum Douluo suddenly stopped.

There's some noise.

Everyone immediately went on high alert.

A figure slowly emerged from behind the bushes not far away.

A young man with blue hair and blue clothes, whose handsome appearance was almost otherworldly.

"Gentlemen, what are you looking for?"

Tang San's voice was calm, but his gaze had already swept over the entire team—two Title Douluos, one level 61 Hu Liena, one level 61 Xie Yue, one level 61 Yan, and the remaining twenty-one people, all of whom were Soul Saints or above.

The Spirit Hall, what a grand scheme!

"Who are you?" Ghost Douluo's sinister voice rang out.

Tang San did not answer, but instead released his aura directly—the Killing God Domain.

Hu Liena was startled.

"Tang Yin!"

She almost shouted it out, her indifference instantly replaced by surprise.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged a glance but did not stop Hu Liena from rushing forward.

They knew this "Tang Yin"—the God of Slaughter in the City of Slaughter, the one who cleared the Hell Road, a young man with extraordinary talent.

If they can win them over, it will only benefit the Spirit Hall.

"What are you doing here?" Hu Liena stood in front of Tang San, her eyes shining.

Tang San smiled slightly: "I'm here to find someone."

"Who should I look for?"

"Someone who is very important to me."

Hu Liena's face flushed slightly.

She thought that person was her.

Xie Yue's face darkened.

Yan clenched his fist.

Unbeknownst to anyone, Tang San's gaze had already passed over them, reaching deeper into the forest.

There, are the people he cares about.

There, too, lies something that will change the entire world—

Above the heavens.

At the same time.

The former site of Shrek Academy in the Heaven Dou Empire.

Flander looked up at the sky, his brow furrowed.

Ma Hongjun had just returned from his training trip and was squatting by the wall, basking in the sun.

Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing were still on their way back to the academy.

Ning Rongrong was cultivating at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, while Oscar was wandering outside and had no news of her.

Everything is normal.

Until the sky changed.

The once clear sky suddenly appeared to have been ripped open, starting from the very center, as if by an invisible hand.

The crack was as black as ink, with an eerie red light seeping outwards from its edges.

"What is that?" Ma Hongjun stood up.

Before he finished speaking, the crack suddenly widened.

In an instant, the entire sky of Douluo Continent was completely covered by a single image.

Deep within the Star Dou Great Forest, Xiao Wu raised her head, her pupils suddenly contracting.

Erming suddenly stood up and let out a low roar.

The Ming Dynasty emerged from the water before the gates of hell, its enormous serpentine eyes fixed on the sky.

Tang San stood rooted to the spot, his gaze fixed.

He ignored Hu Liena's exclamation, he ignored Xie Yue's questioning, and he ignored Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo's vigilance.

Because of that image—

It is a battlefield.

Countless people clad in strange armor are engaged in a frenzied battle.

Some roared in the flames, some attacked from the shadows, and some charged on ferocious beasts.

Blood splattered, limbs flew everywhere, and screams pierced the sky, reaching the ears of everyone who looked up.

There are no rules.

No mercy.

Only killing.

The scene changes.

A monster with a completely black body is devouring a corpse.

The corpse was a knight who was alive just a minute ago.

The scene then changes.

The two knights faced off.

One person took out a card and inserted it into his waistband—golden light burst forth, and countless mirrors appeared out of thin air, surrounding the opponent.

A giant golden dragon burst forth from the mirror and pierced through the opponent's body.

The knight fell.

The armor shattered, revealing a young face.

He looked at the sky, his eyes filled with resentment and despair.

Then, it turned into specks of light and completely dissipated.

There was no resurrection.

There is no reincarnation.

Only death.

The scene continues.

kill.

Endless carnage.

One day, one year, ten years, one hundred years—

The image flashes by at high speed.

Countless knights appeared, and countless knights fell.

Some cried, some went mad, some killed their best friends to survive, and some turned themselves into monsters to survive.

Only one rule remains constant:

Only one can survive.

The video slowed down.

The battlefield is empty.

Corpses piled up like mountains, and blood flowed like rivers.

At the top of the mountain of corpses, a figure slowly stood up.

White Tiger Knight.

It was impossible to tell whether the blood on his body was his own or someone else's.

The blood on his body congealed, dried, and was covered with new blood, eventually forming a layer of dark red armor.

He stood there, looking down at everything below.

There was no joy, no sorrow, no liberation.

There is only one kind of emptiness that makes one's soul tremble.

He has killed everyone.

He was the only survivor.

The image freezes on him.

close up.

Those eyes—

Throughout the entire Douluo Continent, everyone who looked up at the sky held their breath at the same time.

What kind of eyes are those?

It is colder than the killing intent of a Title Douluo, wilder than the ferocity of a 100,000-year-old soul beast, and purer than the madness of an abyss demon.

Those were the eyes of someone who had crawled out of the depths of hell.

He walked toward the only throne atop the mountain of corpses.

The throne was forged from countless fragments of broken armor, each fragment representing a dead knight.

He sat down.

He looked down.

Looking down at those corpses, looking down at that world where blood flowed like a river.

Then--

He raised his head.

His gaze pierced through the screen, through the sky, through space, landing directly on everyone who looked at him.

Starry Sky Forest.

Xiao Wu subconsciously took a step back, and Er Ming blocked her way, letting out a threatening roar—but its mountain-like body was trembling slightly.

The enormous snake-like pupils of the Ming Dynasty contracted into slits.

It was a 100,000-year-old soul beast, the emperor of the Star Dou Great Forest, but at this moment, it felt something it had never felt before.

fear.

Fear of a higher existence.

Tang San stood still, motionless.

His killing aura was completely suppressed in that instant.

The aura emanating from the person sitting on the mountain of corpses was a hundred times stronger than that of all the fallen beings he had killed on Hell Road combined.

Hu Liena stood beside him, her face as pale as paper.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes.

They are titled Douluo, beings standing at the pinnacle of this world.

But the person in that picture—

They didn't even dare to look him in the eye.

Wuhun Temple.

Bibi Dong suddenly stood up from the throne in the Papal Palace.

"this!"

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