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

A glint flashed in Yang Liefeng's eyes as he seized upon Ghost Douluo's momentary lapse in concentration, revealing his true form in the darkness.

Eighth Soul Skill - Thousand Peaks Joining Leaves Slash

Ghost Douluo reacted immediately, and his ninth spirit ring lit up: "Ninth Spirit Skill - Hellish Wraith".

Yang Liefeng smiled slightly, his spear seemingly a sharp treasure capable of cutting through anything without causing any harm; he easily shredded the giant hands that were raised to grab people.

He transformed into a streak of azure light and arrived in front of Ghost Douluo, sweeping his spear and slashing across Ghost Douluo's body a thousand times.

"A ten-thousand-year soul ring wants to go head-to-head with my hundred-thousand-year deep-sea swordfish? You have no idea how long I drifted at sea to find this swordfish and finally found such a suitable hundred-thousand-year soul beast."

Ghost Douluo felt as if the world in front of him was shattering into pieces, as if the world was being destroyed in his eyes.

"That's fine then; Old Chrysanthemum, I'll accompany you on your journey." Ghost Douluo's lips curled into a relieved smile as he finally piled up and fell to the ground.

Yang Liefeng pouted, somewhat dissatisfied, and said, "You even got to enjoy it. Looks like I still need to practice. Next time I encounter someone like this, I'll have the Second Madam heal another one, cripple their soul power, and let them slowly wait to die."

Zhu Zhuqing flapped her dark dragon wings and flew into the sky, giving the order: "Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo have been killed. The Golden Generation of the Spirit Hall escaped on the battlefield. The rest of you can live if you surrender."

With the spread of his soul power, Zhu Zhuqing's resounding military orders echoed throughout the entire battlefield.

"Clang clang clang"

Whether it was a martial spirit or a weapon, after the first person took away and left their weapon behind, many others followed suit, discarding their armor and weapons.

The army was defeated like a mountain.

All members of the Star Luo Empire began to organize their weapons, armor, and other equipment. Although they were not as good as the newly woven chainmail they wore, they were still quite decent.

After being captured, the weapons were distributed to small towns as military equipment, which can be considered to make the best use of them.

Hu Liena and Xie Yue's Martial Soul Fusion Skill was also forced to separate and fall to the ground by Zhu Zhuqing's claw.

On the other side, Yan was easily killed on the battlefield by Yang Liefeng, and a fiery red watermelon head shot into the sky.

"Yan! You deserve to die!" Xie Yue roared angrily.

With a slight twitch of his fingers, Yang Lieshui's Water Whip wrapped around Xie Yue's neck and Hu Liena's neck.

He looked in Zhu Zhuqing's direction and asked, "Third Madam, what should be done with these two siblings?"

Zhu Zhuqing thought of Yang Yun, and then of the fact that there were already four wives in the sect; her eyes turned cold, and she was about to make a move.

The spirit of the Dark Dragon manifested from Zhu Zhuqing's spirit ring: "Don't worry, that girl has an external spirit bone inside her body; if I hadn't condensed the Dark Dragon Wings, I almost would have missed it."

"Didn't you say your husband dislikes waste the most? Tie that woman up and send her to the sect leader to have her external soul bone removed before you make your move."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the Dark Dragon suddenly attacked, grabbing Hu Liena's jaw and squeezing it hard.

"Want to bite your tongue and commit suicide? I'm afraid from now on, your life and death are no longer in your own hands." Zi Ji gently stroked Hu Liena's chin with her index finger and said in a seductive voice.

But when it comes to seductive charm, Hu Liena has a stronger presence.

Although Zhu Zhuqing did not want another fifth wife, if the external soul bone could be extracted, the foundation of the Potian Sect would be even deeper; she could still distinguish which was more important.

"Keep her under control and don't let her die. Hand her over to your husband."

Yang Lieshui understood. With a slight movement of his fingers, he dislocated all of Hu Liena's major joints, easily rendering her unable to move.

At the same time, sealing soul power was something he was very familiar with.

Xie Yue, standing beside him, didn't receive such good treatment. With a sharp crack, his neck snapped, and he collapsed to the ground, his body going limp.

"Someone, pack up Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and two of the Golden Ones from the Spirit Hall and send them to Spirit City; it's time to give Bibi Dong of the Spirit Empire a big gift," Zhu Zhuqing coldly ordered.

The army has begun its charge into the city to take control.

Soon, new rules were promulgated for the city, reducing taxes and providing support to the lower classes; the chaos in the city was rectified, and the resistance of the occupied cities quickly subsided.

The voices of resistance and the lack of cooperation from the nobles also completely disappeared. Since you do not agree with the new rules of my Star Luo Empire, then you are not a subject of my Star Luo Empire.

Since they are enemies, why should we be soft-hearted?

With one strike, all resistance vanishes; in wartime, there's no time or ingenuity to waste on petty tricks and subjugate you.

If you can't change your mindset, then cut it off completely.

One after another.

When the Spirit Empire received this generous gift from the Star Luo Empire, it did not show too much anger, and even the cities there abandoned direct confrontation.

They fought and retreated, defending the city as they went, and when they couldn't hold it any longer, they would simply abandon the city and flee to the next one; it was as if they were just stalling for time.

They fought and retreated, and retreated and dragged things out; three years have passed.

In fact, Yang Yun knew very well what Bibi Dong was planning. It was nothing more than the imminent succession of the Rakshasa God's divine position; she didn't have the energy or the desire to launch a full-scale operation so quickly.

Therefore, they chose this strategy of fighting and retreating to delay time. Once they inherit the divine position, they will become gods by relying on the divine inheritance of the Rakshasa God, and then use the supreme power of the gods to turn the tide in one fell swoop.

That's why Zhu Zhuqing and Di Huo were able to conquer dozens of cities so easily in three years.

The cities lost by the destroyed Heaven Dou Empire had long been incorporated into the Star Luo Empire's map; now only Martial Soul City and the cities surrounding it remain to hold out.

The Pope's Palace of the Spirit Empire remained completely silent, as did the Temple of Worship of the Spirit Empire.

On the contrary, the Earth Fire and the Star Luo Empire have been distracted by the endless stream of evil soul masters during this period, which may also be part of Bibi Dong's plan.

Let these evil spirit masters distract the Star Luo Empire and the Breaking Heaven Sect's forces, and finally defeat the Star Luo Empire as the victor and take over the mission of stopping the capture of the evil spirit masters again.

The prestige of the Spirit Empire and Bibi Dong will rise to a new level.

Then, Bibi Dong, who has completely taken control of this continent, wants to destroy the Spirit Empire; wouldn't that be a piece of cake?

Starting a business is difficult, but losing it is easy.

At this moment, beneath the angel statue in the Hall of Worship, Qian Renxue, half black and half golden, with twelve wings, flapped in the air; her gaze was serious as she looked at Qian Daoliu.

"Grandpa, the Angel God has long since fallen; you no longer need to fulfill your angelic duties. I can still inherit the Angel God's position. Why are you so stubborn?" Qian Renxue frowned slightly.

Looking at Qian Daoliu, besides confusion, there was also reluctance in his eyes.

Qian Daoliu looked at the six-winged angel statue before him, now transformed into a twelve-winged one, and felt a complex mix of emotions: "Xue'er, your grandfather has lived his entire life solely for the faith in his heart; do you understand?"