Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

The atmosphere inside the camp was much more serious than outside.

A man stepped out from the crowd. He was a burly middle-aged nobleman with a full beard. He asked in a loud voice, "Your Highness, when will the hunt begin?"

"How about we hold a competition this year? Let's see who can hunt the best prey?"

"Yeah, yeah, let's organize a competition."

Others chimed in.

Xue Qinghe did not answer.

A slight upturn at the corners of his mouth revealed a meaningful smile.

That smile made both Avalanche and Prince Snowstar feel uneasy.

Xue Beng glanced at Xue Qinghe, then at the soldiers around him, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

These soldiers...

Prince Xuexing had seen the guards when he visited the Royal Hunting Grounds before. Although they were also called the Royal Knights, their faces were not those of the soldiers.

These people are all strangers; I don't recognize any of them.

Prince Snowstar has far more experience than Avalanche.

He didn't look at the soldiers, but at the captains, the squad leaders and company commanders standing at the front of the line.

Prince Xuexing discovered that he didn't recognize any of the captains either.

Although the Royal Knights were numerous, he had met most of the middle and high-ranking officers, or at least heard their names.

But now, he couldn't remember the names of any of these team leaders.

Prince Xuexing looked further into the distance and discovered that the minor nobles and rogue soul masters had been surrounded around the camp at some point.

They were not surrounded by soldiers, but by Soul Masters dressed in ordinary clothes.

However, judging from the aura emanating from these Soul Masters, they are all experts at least at the Soul Master level.

Those people subtly separated the lower and middle nobility, blocking all their escape routes.

Meanwhile, the nobles who were on good terms with Cedar were also being "taken good care of" at this time.

Several strangers stood beside them, smiling and talking to them, seemingly exchanging pleasantries, but actually isolating them from the outside world.

Prince Xuexing broke out in a cold sweat down his back.

He realized that today's hunt was probably not about hunting wild animals.

"His Royal Highness."

Prince Xuexing stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "I suddenly feel unwell and I'm afraid I can't participate in today's hunt."

"Please allow me to take my leave, Your Highness."

As he spoke, he observed Xue Qinghe's expression.

Xue Qinghe looked at his uncle, a smile still on his lips, and said in an unusually gentle voice, "The prince is unwell? We must not be careless."

"Why don't you rest in the tent for a while? I'll have someone fetch a royal physician to take a look at you."

"No need, no need. I'll just go back and rest."

Prince Xuexing quickly waved his hand and said, "There's no need to trouble Your Highness."

"It's no trouble at all."

Xue Qinghe's smile deepened, and he continued, "Your Highness has worked hard for the Heavenly Dou Empire for many years; your health is of utmost importance."

"Someone, help the prince to his tent to rest."

Two soldiers in armor stepped forward and stood on either side of Prince Xuexing.

Prince Xuexing's expression finally changed.

He suddenly raised his head, looked at Ning Fengzhi standing in the crowd, and shouted loudly, "Sect Master Ning! Sect Master Ning, save me!"

"The Crown Prince is going to attack us!"

"If you can save me, I, Xuesong, will repay you handsomely!"

"From now on, if the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School needs my help, I, Xue Song, will have no objections!"

Prince Snowstar's voice was loud and echoed throughout the camp.

The crowd immediately sprang into action.

The nobles who were surrounded and divided showed expressions of fear upon hearing Cedar's shout.

However, they didn't react immediately and did nothing.

However, the avalanche realized what was happening at that moment.

His face turned deathly pale instantly, his lips trembled, and he cried out in a high-pitched, thin voice, "What...what are you going to do?"

"I am a prince! I am a prince of the Heaven Dou Empire!"

"If you kill me, my father will not let you get away with it!"

Xue Qinghe looked at him without saying a word.

The sound of the avalanche grew increasingly shrill and panicked. A voice cried out, "Your Highness, please spare my life!"

"Your Majesty, I know I was wrong. I will never dare to oppose you again!"

"Please spare me! I'll do whatever you say from now on!"

He knelt down with a thud and kept kowtowing.

Xue Qinghe remained silent, but simply raised his right hand and waved it gently.

In the camp, the soldiers and soul masters who had been lying in ambush attacked simultaneously.

Swords flashed and blood splattered.

Screams, pleas for mercy, and curses mingled together, echoing throughout the camp.

The nobles who were divided and surrounded wanted to rebel, but their followers had long been controlled, and they themselves were no match for the well-trained soldiers.

One by one they fell, their blood staining the green grass red.

Prince Xuexing stood in front of the tent, looking at everything before him, his body trembling.

He knew he couldn't escape, but he still wanted to make one last struggle.

"Sect Master Ning!"

Prince Xuexing looked at Ning Fengzhi again, his voice already trembling with tears, and cried out, "Do you really intend to aid and abet evil?"

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is one of the top three sects. Aren't you afraid of being ridiculed by the world?"

"If you are willing to lend a hand, I, Xuesong, am willing to donate half of my family fortune to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!"

"No, all of it! All my assets!"

Ning Fengzhi stood in the crowd, expressionless.

He glanced at Xuesong, then at Xue Qinghe, and then slowly raised his right hand.

The Nine-Treasure Glazed Pagoda appeared in his palm, its seven-colored light flowing.

A glimmer of hope flashed in Prince Xuexing's eyes as he said, "Yes, yes! Sect Master Ning, save me!"

"The seven treasures are named: first, strength; second, speed; third, spirit; fourth, defense; fifth, attack; and sixth, healing."

Six beams of colored light shot out from the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda, landing precisely on Xue Qinghe's men who were engaged in fierce combat.

Their strength and speed increased dramatically in an instant, their swords became sharper, and their attacks became more ruthless.

Prince Snowstar's hopes were completely dashed.

He staggered back two steps, leaning against a pillar of the tent, his eyes filled with despair.

At this moment, Prince Xuexing understood that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School had not come to save him; the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School had completely sided with Xue Qinghe.

"Ning Fengzhi...you are...you are very well..."

He murmured something, and then could say nothing more.

A Soul Master dressed in black emerged from behind Prince Xuexing, his sharp claws slicing across his throat.

The Soul Master who launched the attack was a Soul Douluo, and his attack was extremely swift, leaving Prince Xuexing no time to react.

After the attack, Prince Xuexing clutched his neck, his eyes wide, and slowly collapsed. Blood gushed from between his fingers, spreading across the grass.

When the avalanche saw Xuexing being killed, it was terrified.

He scrambled to his feet and stumbled towards the edge of the camp, shouting as he ran, "Help! Help! Someone's trying to kill the prince! Help!"

No one came to save him.

The guards who were supposed to protect him had long been replaced.

Those standing next to Xue Beng were all from Xue Qinghe.

A soldier charged up from the side, his halberd sweeping across and striking Avalanche in the leg.

The avalanche let out a scream and fell to the ground. As it tried to get up, a foot stepped on its back.

"Your Highness... Brother, spare my life..."

He lay on the ground, his face covered in blood, his voice hoarse.

Xue Qinghe walked up to his third brother and looked down at him.

He still wore a smile, but to Xue Beng, that smile was more terrifying than a demon.

"In your next life, don't be born into an imperial family."

Xue Qinghe turned and left.

A muffled thud came from behind, followed by the screams of despair as the avalanche abruptly ended.

……

Wang Teng stood in the crowd, quietly watching everything unfold.

Beside him, Ning Rongrong gripped his arm tightly, her fingers trembling slightly.