Chapter 207: You Are Under Arrest—Surrender Now!
"What… what is this!?"
The undercover agents from the Xingluo Federation looked down in shock as their entire bodies were suddenly bathed in starlight.
They couldn't move—worse yet, they couldn't even circulate soul power.
A flash of white light blinded them—
Then, when they opened their eyes again, a massive beast loomed before them.
"Th–Th–That…"
They couldn't even breathe properly. One by one, they dropped to their knees.
A 100,000-year spirit soul?
How could a mere minor family possess such a creature?
Was this even possible!?
The Iceberg Behemoth—no, by now it had evolved, its form refined by generations of the Xu Family's mutated martial soul heritage. It had transformed into what could only be called a Starry Sky Behemoth.
The beast's eyes gleamed with sudden excitement.
This was his chance to earn credit!
He might have lived comfortably as the Xu Family's guardian, eating well and living luxuriously while cultivating to the 100,000-year level—but who didn't dream of advancing further?
As the kneeling intruders stared blankly, a small crystalline communication device materialized before the beast.
He pressed a paw to it, initiating a call to the Spirit Transmission Tower.
"Hello? Yes, yes, it's me—Little Xing speaking!"
"That's right! A whole bunch of infiltrators, they say they're from the Xingluo Federation! Surely that counts as a huge contribution, right?"
"Good, good! Little Xing will deliver them to you right away!"
Being a soul beast—especially a 100,000-year spirit soul—meant holding a respected position within the Tower. After all, over countless years, humans might die, but spirits endured.
No soul master only bonded with one spirit in a lifetime. When their master died—unless the spirit voluntarily passed onto descendants—they returned to the Tower.
Over centuries, this bond between human and spirit became familial—a lineage.
So, yes—both Xu Chu and the captured agents froze completely.
Was this… really the awe-inspiring power of a 100,000-year spirit soul?
It seemed very different from what they'd imagined.
Still—they were alive, and that was something.
As relief washed over them, the Behemoth suddenly shrank down again, morphing back into its snow-white puppy form.
It padded over to Xu Chu, bounding lightly onto his head.
"Nephew, you will head to the Spirit Transmission Tower later and tell them everything you know. Do not hide a single thing—or even I won't be able to save you!"
A moment later, bright lights flared across the night sky.
The Federation's mecha battalion had arrived.
Under the suffocating suppression of a 100,000-year spirit soul, none of the spies could resist. Even their Soul Douluo leader froze, every twitch risking immediate death.
"You are surrounded! Surrender now!"
Douluo City. Xingluo Embassy.
Huang Zhengyang's face was as dark as iron.
"Don't tell me—none of them can be contacted!?"
Indeed, the "Revive the Tang Sect" operation was collapsing. Their mission had been to extract critical Tang Sect personnel from the Federation and move them to the Xingluo Empire.
Years of infiltration, massive funding, countless preparations—and now, zero contact.
Could they all have failed?
Impossible!
He slammed a fist on the table. In truth, some families—like the Xu Family—had existed for millennia and genuinely possessed spirit souls of terrifying power.
Even smaller clans, if they were three generations deep with even modest talent and modest martial souls, could still harbor thousand-year spirit souls sustained through lineage.
And if you counted the stronger houses—those with Titled Douluo ancestors…
Even the weakest Titled Douluo would have bonded with four spirit souls.
At least two of those would have been ten-thousand-year spirits—one given as family inheritance, one returned to the Tower.
Over time, this cyclical relationship between humans and spirits became a massive web.
Humans nurtured spirits; spirits nurtured humans.
A continuous cycle of generations.
One could even say that the spiritual networks within the Federation were far denser than human ones.
You think soul beasts are aloof creatures, detached from mortal affairs?
They're not just beasts anymore. They're spirit souls—having lived among humans, sensing their lives, their habits, their emotions.
Even the once aloof "auspicious beasts" had been drawn into human life by curiosity—after all, Huo Yuhao's story had proven how human culture could fascinate spirits.
Spirits could learn. They could adapt. They could even form loyalties.
And generation by generation, that bond only grew.
Take the Xu Family's ancestral spirit, for instance—its first thought upon spotting foreign spies wasn't vengeance but credit. It captured them alive to report to the Spirit Transmission Tower.
Thus—Xingluo's grand plan collapsed completely.
Not because humans exposed it—because a spirit soul did.
When had spirit souls become this patriotic?
Huang Zhengyang could hardly believe it.
"You're telling me that every household had at least a ten-thousand-year spirit soul, and our agents couldn't even fight back—that they were arrested on the spot!?"
He stared, dumbfounded. It sounded absurd. But not one operative had returned.
Not one.
He had no choice but to believe.
It was as though the entire network had been wiped out overnight.
The communications officer looked panicked. "Your Excellency… what do we do?"
"Run."
"…Run?"
The man hesitated. He didn't understand—until Huang Zhengyang's nine soul rings rose, and he paralyzed the officer instantly.
"Traitor from the Heaven Dou Empire, daring to endanger our diplomatic relations—you deserve death!"
He wasn't acting out of choice.
They were here.
At that very moment, the embassy doors burst open.
And the person who stepped inside made Huang Zhengyang's blood run cold.
The Central Corps Commander. Vice Hall Master of the Hall of War Gods. Federation General. Four-Word Battle Armor Master. The Divine Brush Douluo—Yu Guanzhi!
A Rank 99 Limit Douluo.
Never had Huang Zhengyang imagined the operation would draw this level of attention from the Federation itself.
"Your Excellency." Yu Guanzhi's tone was calm but sharp. "Quick thinking. Prompt action."
"Very well—since he's a confirmed spy, I'll be taking him with me."
"Wait!" Huang Zhengyang drew a deep breath. Though he was a divine-ranked mecha pilot, he wasn't even close to Yu Guanzhi's league.
Sweat poured down his back.
If the truth came out, this wouldn't just destroy the Xingluo diplomatic team—it could ignite an all-out war between nations.
And now was not the time for war, no matter how much Xingluo wanted it.
"This man was detained within the Xingluo Embassy. Allow me to interrogate him personally," Huang said. "Once that's done, I'll hand him over to your Federation."
(END CHAPTER)
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