Douluo's Flame Spear: Chongli's Demise and Heart Flame's Overpowered Power

Chapter 147 Sisi covers Wei Junjie

On the other side, the Spirit Hall.

Bibi Dong sat in the main seat with a livid face. Her clothes were disheveled and she looked travel-worn, with even a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth.

The City of Slaughter has changed hands, and the new owner is none other than Tang Hao of the Haotian Sect.

Without even knowing what had happened, Tang Hao's soul power level had already increased to level ninety-nine; the same level as Qian Daoliu.

He originally wanted to check out the situation in the Killing City before considering letting Nana enter the Killing City for trials, but unexpectedly, such a change occurred in the Killing City.

No wonder Yang Yun never returned that day, and we couldn't sense any soul power fluctuations afterward; it turns out it was because of the City of Slaughter.

It's possible that the deity behind the City of Slaughter was behind this.

Damn it!

"Bibi Dong, the Asura God has already chosen his future successor; you need to speed up your succession to the divine position, otherwise, given the grudges between the Clear Sky Sect and your Spirit Hall..."

"Tang Hao is no good person. You have such a charming and seductive appearance, and you also hold the position of Pope. If Tang Hao were to give it to a soldier with a single word, just imagine those soldiers' rough hands stroking my smooth thighs as the inheritor. It would be quite amusing, hahaha."

The whispers of the Rakshasa god undoubtedly stirred up Bibi Dong's deepest darkness and most helpless memories.

That day, she was utterly defiled; for the next few years, she lived in endless agony.

Even when bathed in sunlight, that period felt like being in deep purgatory; the icy chill and malice seeped into my very bones.

A chill ran through my entire body!

To shut up!

Bibi Dong's eyes were filled with purple light, and there was a faint layer of black mist; from this moment on, Bibi Dong truly stepped into the inheritance of the Rakshasa God.

The fifth test of the Rakshasa God: Destroy two of the three major sects—the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and the Clear Sky School—within three years. The reward is a one-level increase in soul power, an increase of five thousand years in the lifespan of all soul rings, and a ten percent increase in Rakshasa God Power affinity.

In an unknown space, the laughter of the Rakshasa god was like a sonic attack; the space it passed through rippled.

Star Luo Empire.

Zhu Zhuqing was followed by nine people, one of whom was Yang Liefeng, the vice-captain of the team. The captain was a Soul Saint level Soul Master of level 73.

Her name is Yang Lieshui, and she is Yang Liefeng's cousin.

Because Zhu Zhuqing is a girl, and her relationship with Yang Yun was only fleeting, they found a female Soul Saint to lead the team.

Zhu Huayu looked at Zhu Zhuqing with an uncertain expression, or more precisely, at the group of law enforcement officers behind Zhu Zhuqing.

"Who are you all, and what brings you back with my daughter?"

Zhu Zhuqing stood in front of Yang Lieshui, blocking Zhu Haoyu's view. To Zhu Haoyu, this action was undoubtedly seen as stubbornness and willfulness.

"Zhu Qing, what do you mean by this? I heard that Dai Mubai is now with your sister Zhu Zhubing, and you're not his fiancée?"

Five spirit rings appeared beneath Zhu Zhuqing's feet, among which the fourth ring of ten thousand years made Zhu Haoyu's pupils shrink.

It's hard to believe without seeing it with your own eyes; there really are genius Soul Masters with a fourth-ring soul for ten thousand years in this world. Does that mean the other Soul King with a fourth-ring soul for ten thousand years in the Shrek Academy team is also real?

"What do you mean by this?" Zhu Haoyu asked, feigning ignorance.

Zhu Zhuqing looked directly into Zhu Haoyu's eyes and said, "Father, I have only one main purpose in returning this time; to formally inform you that I am breaking off my engagement with Dai Mubai of the Xingluo Royal Family."

"What?" Zhu Haoyu's face darkened, and his aura pressed down on Zhu Zhuqing without mercy.

Even Zhu Zhuqing, who was possessed by a martial spirit, felt a pressure on her, but such an aura was not unbearable.

Until the very end, Zhu Haoyu saw Zhu Zhuqing's unwavering gaze, silently watching him; the pressure was applied to the maximum extent.

Even Zhu Zhuqing found it difficult to withstand the pressure of the soul power of an 83rd-level Soul Douluo; her body slowly bent down.

Yang Lieshui slowly walked from behind Zhu Zhuqing to in front of Zhu Haoyu, his seven soul rings, especially the seventh ring, were black with a reddish tinge.

"Master Zhu, if you continue to speak to my protected person in this manner, I cannot stand idly by."

Zhu Haoyu sneered and said, "Zhu Qing, is this all you're relying on? A mere seventh-ring Soul Saint dares to challenge me? Do you even have the strength?"

Yang Lieshui no longer concealed his seventh spirit ring; the eerie, blood-red light instantly caused Zhu Haoyu's expression to change drastically.

"Seventh ring in 100,000 years? How is that possible?"

Suddenly, a sect came to Zhu Haoyu's mind. He looked at Yang Lieshui in disbelief and asked, "What is your martial spirit? Which sect do you belong to? Tell me quickly."

Yang Lieshui's lips curled slightly as he slowly raised his head, revealing his handsome face beneath the black robe, and looked at Zhu Haoyu with a playful smile: "Didn't you already guess? Why do I need to admit it myself?"

"If we really fight, my men aren't very ruthless, and I can't guarantee you'll survive my gun; what do you think, Master Zhu?"

A light blue gun, like a whip, circled around Yang Lieshui.

Despite being a seventh-ring Soul Saint, he exerted a strange pressure on Zhu Haoyu, an eighth-ring Soul Douluo.

Yang Lieshui and the others behind Zhu Zhuqing simultaneously activated their soul rings, and without exception, they were all Soul Masters at the level of a six-ring Soul Emperor.

Each of them was quite strong, giving Yang Haoyu the illusion that he couldn't defeat them even without Yang Lieshui.

Glug!

The thought that Zhu Zhuqing might be backed by the Potian Sect sent chills down Zhu Haoyu's spine.

The Potian Sect is a sect that even the Star Luo Royal Family dares not provoke; even knowing that raising a tiger will only bring trouble, they dare not openly rebel.

Zhu Haoyu forced a stiff smile and said, "Zhu Qing, really, you didn't even tell me in advance that such distinguished guests were coming; I could have prepared a banquet to welcome them."

These people absolutely cannot be allowed to get into trouble here, otherwise my Zhu family—no, my position as the head of the Zhu family, Zhu Haoyu—will be in jeopardy.

The Xingluo royal family is no saint either; after so many years of marriage alliance with the Zhu family, how could he not understand the implications?

If the Potian Sect and the Xingluo Empire were to fall out, the Xingluo royal family would definitely sacrifice themselves to ease the tension between the two sides.

The Star Luo royal family will never antagonize the Po Tian Sect unless they are absolutely certain of their victory and can destroy it.

During this period, we are willing to pay any price.

As a mere patriarch of the Zhu family, I can simply die and another one be chosen.

Zhu Haoyu is definitely not stupid to have risen to the position of patriarch in a family where women are the pillars of society.

Having calmed down, Zhu Zhuqing straightened her back and looked directly at Zhu Haoyu, saying, "Patriarch, there's no need for you to worry about this now; these people can stay around my room."

(End of this chapter)