Douluo Dragon King: Doumu's Blessing, I Am the Star Lord

The Ghost Emperor slammed his palm onto the map.

And that place is...

Starry Palace!

The Ghost Emperor strode back to his throne, his wide black robe sweeping across the ground and stirring up a chilling wind.

With a flick of his wrist, a completely black soul-guided communicator appeared in his palm, displaying a newly received message on the screen. The sender's note contained only two words.

Underworld Emperor!

My fingertips flew across the communicator, and a few words of text were sent out. A reply was received in just a few breaths.

No problem, I'll take care of it!

These seven short words made the Ghost Emperor pause, his eyes filled with barely concealed excitement.

The Underworld Emperor only appears in the Holy Spirit Cult every few decades, and his strength surpasses that of the Ghost Emperor.

The Ghost Emperor has been in charge of the Holy Spirit Cult for so many years, and has never fought such a rich war.

Chapter 75 Secret Whispers Between Two Cold-Hearted Women!

Qian Gu Xing Ci, holding Na'er's hand, stepped into the bustling youth group competition area.

Compared to the still somewhat immature competition in the junior group, the scene in the youth group was completely different.

In the later stages, almost all the contestants were five-ring Soul Kings, and there were even six-ring Soul Emperors.

The dazzling light emanating from the spirit rings and the deafening roar of the colliding spirit skills made the battle between moves far more dangerous and magnificent than that of the junior group, and naturally, it was more entertaining to watch.

Qian Gu Xing Ci escorted Na'er through the bustling crowd and led her into the VIP box.

The announcer's loud voice came from the megaphone in the center of the arena.

"Please welcome the top eight contestants of the youth group to the stage for the matchup draw!"

The door to the private room was gently pushed open.

Gu Yue stood at the door, dressed in a dark, close-fitting outfit. When her gaze fell on Qian Gu Xing Ci, it softened as if ice and snow were melting away.

"Together?" she asked, her voice clear and melodious.

Qian Gu Xing Ci nodded in agreement, stepped out the door, and walked hand in hand with Gu Yue toward the draw table in the center of the arena.

Two figures, one in black and one in white, stood out tall and graceful. They looked remarkably harmonious walking together, drawing the attention of onlookers who whispered their admiration.

Inside the private room, as soon as Na'er entered with Qian Gu Xing Ci, Xia Zheng Leng nudged Leng Yao Zhu beside her with her elbow and whispered, "Look, a perfect couple."

Watching the two figures disappear into the distance, she added, "The two of them standing together are a perfect match."

Leng Yaozhu, holding her teacup, glanced up at her, her tone tinged with helplessness: "Zheng Leng, are you really going to let yourself go like this?"

"Indulge what?" Xia Zheng waved her hand coldly, her eyes crinkling with laughter. "The house is big enough, a few more bowls and chopsticks won't make a difference."

As she spoke, she showed a troubled expression and leaned over to whisper in Leng Yaozhu's ear: "It's those two kids, Gu Yue and Na'er, who are secretly competing with each other in front of Xing Ci, and they never stop behind his back."

What will Xingci do if trouble comes from behind?

Leng Yaozhu was speechless. She put down her teacup and rolled her eyes at her: "Why don't you do something about it?"

"That won't work."

Xia Zhengleng immediately sat up straight and waved her hand seriously, "I am the mother-in-law, how can I interfere in the love affairs of the younger generation?"

She changed the subject, a sly smile spreading across her face, and leaned closer to Leng Yaozhu: "Since you're not married anyway, why don't you help Xingci watch over the backyard, Yaozhu?"

Upon hearing this, Leng Yaozhu's cheeks flushed slightly, both angry and amused: "Oh, Zheng Leng! I treat you like a sister, but you want to be my mother!"

Xia Zhengleng, being a top-notch musician, was incredibly sensitive to her hearing. At this moment, she selectively ignored it, covering her ears and laughing smugly: "What? You said it's good? Oh, Yaozhu, I knew you were the most loyal!"

Leng Yaozhu was amused by her shameless behavior and decided not to beat around the bush. With a slight smile, she slowly said, "Alright, it just so happens that Yu Lai and I once discussed that if we were to marry in the future, we would marry the same person."

I just don't know if your precious son can handle the two of us sisters.

The ancient breeze in the corner of the sofa had been keeping its head down like a quail from the very beginning, wishing it could shrink itself into a ball.

Upon hearing this, he shuddered and instinctively tried to shut off his hearing, but his mental strength had already reached the peak of the Spirit Realm, and he still accurately read Leng Yaozhu's lip movements.

The teacup in my hand suddenly shook, and I didn't even notice the tea spilling onto the back of my hand.

Qian Gu Qingfeng froze completely. Was this something he could hear?!

Is it okay to listen to what women are talking about?

What made his scalp tingle even more was that, looking at his wife's expression, he couldn't tell whether they were joking or serious about what they had just said.

Qian Gu Qingfeng was on the verge of tears, only hoping that these two could quickly change the subject.

Qian Gu Xingci and Gu Yue walked side by side onto the podium.

He glanced around the room and saw Jiang Wuyue, Long Yuxue, Yan Ling, and three other Soul Kings already standing and waiting.

Several gazes fell upon him and Gu Yue, scrutinizing, wary, and silently surging with an uncontrollable sharp fighting spirit.

To demonstrate the importance attached to this round of the All-Federation Grand Competition, the draw ceremony was personally presided over by Yu Guanzhi, the commander of the Central Legion, deputy hall master of the War God Temple, and the Divine Brush Douluo.

The dignified old man, with a faint smile on his face, spoke in a deep voice that resonated throughout the arena through the amplified sound system: “You are all the future pillars of the Federation’s Soul Master world. I hope that you can show your own brilliance in the upcoming matches and achieve the results you desire.”

He raised his hand and took out eight small, shimmering white orbs. Eight beams of light floated quietly in his palm, swirling with a faint aura of soul power.

The old man's gaze swept over the eight people present, and he slowly explained the rules: "Each of these eight small balls contains a sealed number. Those who draw the same number will be your opponents in this round. I will throw these balls into the air later, and you can compete for them based on your own abilities."

Suddenly, the soul power in his palm burst forth, and eight white spheres shot into the sky, scattering and flying in all directions, drawing eight shimmering white arcs.

"Tianquan, seal the pivot!"

The clear, resounding shout of "Eternal Star Farewell" rang out.

Jiang Wuyue and Yan Ling were about to leap forward to snatch the prize when their bodies suddenly froze in place. Even the surging soul power within them was locked down, leaving them in a comical forward-moving posture.

On the huge dais, only Qian Gu Xing Ci, Gu Yue, and Long Yu Xue were still able to move freely.

Even Yu Guanzhi, who was presiding over the ceremony, hesitated for two breaths before he managed to break free of the restraints with his terrifying soul power, which far surpassed that of Qian Gu Xing Ci.

Sealing Pivot is a soul skill with absolute validity. Even Yu Guanzhi, who is at the Limit Douluo level, cannot break through the underlying code that controls the character for at least two seconds.

As for the soul power consumption of this soul skill?

Go talk to the stars and the soul core.

Yu Guanzhi's heart was already in turmoil.

Absolutely guaranteed soul skill!

With only the cultivation of a Soul King, he was able to control this Limit Douluo for two breaths.

Moreover, judging from Qian Gu Xing Ci's performance, he was clearly unconcerned about such a level of soul power consumption.

Qian Gu Xing Ci raised his hand and waved it lightly. The eight white balls scattered in the air seemed to be drawn by invisible threads and fell in front of him, lining up steadily in a row.

Long Yuxue stood quietly to the side. This was the first time she had ever directly felt the unfathomable strength of Qian Gu Xing Ci, and she was momentarily stunned.

It wasn't until she saw Qian Gu Xing Ci and Gu Yue calmly each take a small ball that she snapped out of her daze and reached out to pick one up as well.

After all three of them had taken the small balls, Qian Gu Xing Ci gently flipped his wrist, dispelling the seal of Feng Shu.

He hadn't completely blocked everyone's five senses, and they had all seen everything that had happened. In their hearts, they had already listed Qian Gu Xing Ci as the most dreaded threat in this round of competition.

Jiang Wuyue's expression was solemn at this moment, but then he remembered that he had recently broken through from Soul King to Soul Emperor.

Confidence welled up in my heart again.

Once the restraints were lifted, the remaining people dared not be negligent in the slightest. They each used their skills to leap and snatch the remaining five small balls from the table.

Everyone crushed the white balls in their hands, and the slips of paper with the sealed numbers inside fluttered down.

The slip of paper in Qian Gu Xing Ci's hand was clearly marked with the number one.

The slip of paper that Gu Yue and Long Yuxue unfolded had the same number two on it.

Yan Ling calmly opened the white ball, unfolded the slip of paper, and the number three draw was clearly visible.

Number one and number three have become absolute death draws in everyone's eyes.

Jiang Wuyue's hand, gripping the number one slip of paper, tightened suddenly, and she stared intently at Qian Gu Xing Ci.

Excluding that unlucky guy who drew number three and had to face off against Yan Ling.

The last two Soul Kings, upon seeing each other's draw numbers, both breathed a sigh of relief, their faces beaming with smiles of relief after surviving a calamity, thus creating a stress-free and relaxing game.

Chapter 76 I've Already Reached the Soul Emperor Realm! These kinds of people are the most cunning.

Above the dome of the Mingdu First Arena, the rising sun shone brightly, its rays pouring down through the entire crystallized glass, illuminating every inch of the alloy floor of the central main arena with exquisite detail.

The matchups for the quarterfinals of the youth group in the All-Federation Grand Tournament spread to every corner of the Federation via the Soul Guidance Network.

The first match was between the Spirit Pagoda and the Eternal Star Farewell, and the War God Temple and Jiang Wuyue.

Jiang Wuyue strode onto the stage, his once crisp military uniform now replaced by a more athletic outfit. His broad shoulders and thick back made him look like an iron tower, his bronze skin revealing bulging muscles that exuded explosive power.

His face was sharply defined, and his eyes carried the fierce aura honed from years of guarding the border. His tiger-like eyes were fixed on the young man opposite him.

At the other end of the field, Qian Gu Xing Ci stood slowly.

Her long robe fluttered gently in the wind of the arena, her purple hair was tied high with a dragon-patterned jade crown, revealing her smooth forehead, where the golden seal of Doumu Yuanjun was faintly visible, and her sky-blue eyes were calm and undisturbed, as if they contained an entire starry sea.

One is a top successor nurtured by the Spirit Pagoda, and the other, according to the War God Temple, is a ruthless soldier who fought his way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood on a mysterious mission.

The clash between aristocratic prodigies and battlefield killing gods left the 300,000 spectators eagerly anticipating the outcome of the battle.

The massive soul-guided screens surrounding the arena simultaneously magnified the figures of the two players on the stage, and the live broadcast comments were already so dense that they almost completely covered the screen.

Inside the exclusive box of the Spirit Pagoda, Gu Yue and Na'er stood side by side in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, their two stunning figures fixed on the arena.

Leng Yaozhu gently stroked the inside of her wine glass, looking at the figure on the stage with a smile in her eyes.

In the adjacent VIP box of the Ares Temple, Long Yuxue leaned forward, her eyes fixed on the arena.

On the field, the referee's stern shout, amplified by his soul power, resounded throughout the entire Soul Arena:

"Game start!"

The moment the words fell, the air around Jiang Wuyue exploded!