Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass, Simulating Godhood

Chapter 38 The Wrath of the Imperial City! One Man Suppresses an Entire City!

The simulation is still ongoing.

The moment the seven crimson spirit rings lit up, the air in the entire block seemed to freeze. The cold smiles on the armored soldiers' faces hadn't even faded when they were slammed into their chests by a terrifying pressure as heavy as a mountain, as if struck head-on by an invisible giant hammer. Many staggered backward, their knees buckling, and their weapons clattered to the stone pavement.

The smile on the leading general's face froze instantly, his pupils contracting sharply to pinpoints. His cultivation was around a sixth-ring Soul Emperor, which would be considered a formidable expert on the Sun Moon Continent. However, facing the overwhelming pressure of your Golden Blue Silver Emperor power, he felt like an ant standing before a dragon, even finding it difficult to breathe.

He opened his mouth, and with a trembling voice, squeezed out two words: "Seven-Ring Soul Saint?"

You didn't answer him, but simply raised your right hand slightly. A golden-green vine, resembling a blue-silver emperor, silently extended from your palm, winding down like an ancient, awakened serpent, swaying gently at the edge of the eaves, its tip radiating a life-giving light so intense it was almost tangible.

Though terrified, the armored soldiers were, after all, well-trained imperial elites. After a brief moment of panic, they quickly reformed their ranks, aiming their soul-guided cannons at you. The general gritted his teeth, swung his hand sharply, and roared, "Fire! Fire all cannons!"

Hundreds of soul-guided guns roared simultaneously, unleashing a torrent of blue soul-powered shells that rained down on you, densely covering the rooftop where you stood. The whistling sound of the shells tearing through the air was sharp and piercing, and in an instant, the roof of the inn was blasted to smithereens by flashes of light and smoke.

Amidst the roar of cannon fire, a golden-green light shield rose up where you stood. The soul-guided shells struck the shield, exploding like raindrops hitting solid rock. Blue soul energy flames rolled and burned on the surface of the shield, yet could not penetrate it in the slightest. You stood there, not even the hem of your clothes being lifted.

Looking down at the dumbfounded soldiers below, you sighed inwardly: These soul-guided guns and cannons are indeed powerful. They might pose some threat to ordinary Soul Masters and Soul Kings, but against the life barriers of Soul Douluos, they're ultimately just a slap on the wrist.

"Are you done playing?"

Your voice, like a pebble dropped into a calm lake, echoed throughout the entire block. The soldiers' artillery fire ceased abruptly, and all eyes were fixed on you, filled with extreme fear and unease. They began to wonder what kind of monster they were facing.

"Now that the fight's over, it's my turn."

[With a gentle stomp of your foot, the Roots of the Earth instantly activated, the roots of the Blue Silver Emperor burrowing into the ground beneath your feet like thousands of invisible tentacles. Immediately afterwards, the ground within a radius of several hundred feet around you began to tremble violently, and countless thick, golden-green vines burst forth from the earth, like a raging beast awakening from an underground forest, entangling, overturning, and crushing the armored soldiers, soul-guided cannons, warhorses, and even entire sections of the city walls.]

Screams erupted one after another as the once orderly armored formation was transformed into a chaotic battlefield in an instant. The soul-guided guns and cannons were entangled and crushed by the vines, their finely forged iron barrels creaking and groaning before twisting and deforming like pretzels, becoming completely unusable. Soldiers were lifted into the air by the vines and then slammed heavily to the ground, their armor dented, bones broken, and their groans echoing throughout the street.

The leading general swung his sword, severing several vines, then leaped onto a high wall that hadn't yet collapsed. His face was deathly pale, his eyes filled with despair. He hadn't expected to run into such a formidable opponent. Contra-level beings were few and far between on the entire Sun Moon Continent, each capable of influencing the continent's power structure. And today, their reckless actions had undoubtedly enraged such a being.

"Stop! Stop! We surrender!" He threw his longsword to the ground, raised his hands high, and shouted at the top of his lungs.

You glanced at him, tilted your head slightly, and the vines beneath your feet paused briefly, as if they possessed sentience. You weren't bloodthirsty; having established your authority, there was no need to exterminate them. Your gaze swept over the chaotic battlefield; the armored soldiers were either immobilized by the vines or lay unconscious, their soul-guided guns and cannons all rendered useless, and there was no longer any threat on the street.

"Tell your emperor not to bother me. I have no interest in his empire." You stood on high ground, your voice not loud but clear enough to carry throughout the entire block: "But if there's a next time, I won't just demolish one street, I'll tear down the entire imperial city."

Having said that, you withdrew the vines and spirit rings beneath your feet. The golden-green light receded like a tide, and your figure vanished silently, like a falling leaf, between the distant rooftops. The surviving soldiers stared blankly in the direction you disappeared, their legs as heavy as lead, unable to move, and for a long time, no one uttered a single word.

The general knelt amidst the ruins, panting heavily, his back soaked with cold sweat. He looked up at the sky where you had disappeared, muttering to himself, "Who on earth was that—"

Half an hour later, the battle report was urgently delivered to the imperial palace. The emperor looked at the report filled with casualty figures.

His face flushed and paled by turns as he reported the news, his fingers crumpling the paper in his fists. After a long silence, he finally spoke in a low voice, his tone filled with barely concealed fear and apprehension: "---Withdraw the investigation. This matter ends here. Do not pursue it any further."

He remained silent for a long time, then added, "Issue my decree: keep today's news a secret; no one is to divulge it."

[At this moment, you have already left the gates of the Sun and Moon Imperial City, standing on an official road leading into the distance. The outline of the imperial city behind you is faintly visible in the morning mist. You glance back, a slight smile playing on your lips, then turn around and stride into the distance, beginning your preparations for your return journey.]

The gains on the Sun and Moon Continent are enough. There are still too many unknowns and dangers on that new continent, but you have already obtained everything you wanted. It's time to return to the Douluo Continent; your story is only just beginning to reach its climax.

You walked leisurely along the official road, the outline of the imperial city behind you becoming increasingly blurred in the morning mist. A sapling of the Primal Tree of Life was clutched in your arms, your Ruyi Treasure Pouch was filled with rare spiritual herbs from the Sun and Moon Continent, four 100,000-year-old soul bones within your body operated steadily, and seven soul rings lay dormant peacefully.

This trip overseas has been far more fruitful than you imagined. You can't help but look forward to the interesting expressions on the faces of those old friends when you see them again after returning to Douluo Continent.

A sea breeze blew in from afar, carrying a salty, damp scent. You squinted slightly, quickened your pace, and strode towards Hanhai City. The journey home was not far off.