Chapter 82: You Must Strive, Mubai. If You're Going to Sell Yourself, At Least Sell Yourself to an Expert!
Even the glance that the Ziwei Emperor had cast toward Zhu Zhuqing earlier, though separated by the sky screen, had made Zhao Wuji, the so-called Immovable King, feel suffocated.
He had nearly wet himself from sheer terror.
"…Hard to say. It's really hard to say."
After a long while, Zhao Wuji finally swallowed and muttered:
"The level of that world is simply too high. It's completely beyond our understanding."
"Didn't you hear what that girl Xiao Cui said?"
"That guy Li Changfeng became some kind of Heavenly God Realm expert just by picking up trash!"
"He even picked up the storage bag of a Self-Release Realm expert once."
"I don't understand how strong those realms actually are…"
"But judging by their travel displays and the power of their casual attacks that can tear the sky apart…"
"Even a benefit the size of a fingernail falling from there could probably buy the entire Heaven Dou Empire!"
"Speaking of which… I'm actually more worried about Yu Xiaogang now."
"If he keeps going around scamming people like before, the people of that world definitely won't tolerate him."
At this moment, Tang San, who had been silent the entire time, stared at the scene on the Sky Screen with a vicious expression.
He clenched his teeth.
Seeing Zhu Zhuqing on the sky screen protected by Granny Wang, somewhat battered but still alive and determined, the balance in his heart completely collapsed.
'Why? Why does she get such an opportunity?'
'I, Tang San, possess Twin Martial Souls, the Mysterious Heaven Skill, and the Hundred Solutions of Hidden Weapons. I'm the true chosen one!'
'But this damned Sky Screen… Why hasn't it chosen me?!'
'And that arrow… if I could learn that arrow technique, then what Spirit Hall? What Titled Douluo?''
'All of them would be nothing but chickens and dogs!'
Thinking this, Tang San withdrew his gaze and began to curse darkly in his heart:
'Zhu Zhuqing, that place is so dangerous—Supremes battling, blood and slaughter everywhere.'
'You're just a small servant who has only just entered the Blood Transformation Realm.'
'You'd better die there!'
'Die under those aftershocks!'
'Otherwise, if you return with those treasures while the Sky Screen still refuses to choose me…'
'Will I, Tang San, still have any chance to rise?!'
At that moment, it wasn't just Tang San.
Even Ning Rongrong felt a faint sense of rejection growing in her heart.
'Zhu Zhuqing… you mustn't become too strong.'
'Perhaps Dai Boss was right.'
'If you stay there forever and never come back… that might be the best outcome for everyone.'
For a time, the ugliness of human nature was laid bare before the absolute disparity of power and interests.
…
Douluo Continent, Star Dou Great Forest, Core Region.
Beside the Lake of Life.
All the hundred-thousand-year soul beasts, including several terrifying soul beast overlords that usually slept deeply, Bear Lord, Myriad Demon King, and others, were now kneeling flat on the ground.
None of them even dared to raise their heads.
"Awuu…"
The Three-Headed Scarlet Devil Mastiff whimpered softly, burying its three heads in the dirt as the flames on its body dimmed considerably.
Because just moments earlier, these terrifying soul beasts who usually ruled the Star Dou Great Forest with absolute authority had witnessed the divine beasts of that other world on the Sky Screen.
Especially the nine flood dragons pulling the carriage of the Ziwei Emperor.
Those were true dragons!
Not sub-dragon species like them, who merely possessed thin traces of dragon blood.
As beasts, they were the most sensitive to the suppression of bloodline.
Just a wisp of the aura emanating from those nine flood dragons was enough to make them tremble uncontrollably.
"My Lord…"
Nearby, the Beast God Di Tian, who had already shrunk into a trembling ball, looked toward Gu Yuena with a shaking voice.
"Are those… true dragons?"
"If even true dragons are only pulling carriages… then what… what are we?"
Di Tian had always considered himself a claw and fang of the Dragon God, dedicating his life to the revival of the soul beast race.
But now what had he seen?
True dragons pulling carriages.
A Vermilion Bird was nailed to death.
A Supreme whose roar killed countless beings across hundreds of thousands of li.
These shocking scenes turned everything he had believed in into a joke.
As the co-ruler of soul beasts, the Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena was also pale.
Her beautiful face had lost all color.
She stared fixedly at the gradually fading True Dragon divine arrow on the Sky Screen, her purple eyes filled with unprecedented fear.
"How could that arrow be so terrifying?"
"Who exactly shot it…"
"Was it a living True Immortal?"
"Or one of the legendary Immortal King giants?"
"That divine bird must have cultivated for countless years… millions, perhaps even hundreds of millions."
"And yet such a powerful being couldn't even block a single arrow."
"It was killed as casually as a hunter shooting prey."
"So what are we soul beasts in comparison?"
"Is this… our fate?"
…
Star Luo Imperial Palace
The atmosphere here was heavier than anywhere else.
Bang!
Star Luo Emperor Dai Tianfeng slammed his palm violently against the dragon throne and shot to his feet.
Pointing at the Ziwei Emperor on the Sky Screen, he stammered in disbelief:
"Nine dragons pulling a carriage… a white jade heavenly palace…"
"With just one glance, he nearly killed a Blood Transformation Realm Great Perfection expert!"
"So this… this is what a true emperor looks like?!"
"This is a real emperor!"
Comparing himself with that man…
Though he also claimed the title of emperor and commanded millions of soldiers—
In front of the Ziwei Emperor, Dai Tianfeng felt like a clown in costume performing opera at a village entrance.
"Me? An emperor?"
"What emperor am I?!"
He shook his head bitterly.
Just then, however, an urgent secret report was suddenly delivered.
Dai Tianfeng opened it.
After reading only one line, his scalp went numb, and his pupils shrank violently.
[Spirit Hall launches a surprise attack on the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan! The entire clan was annihilated! No survivors!]
Seeing this message, Dai Tianfeng collapsed to the ground.
The battle report slipped from his hand and drifted down like a falling leaf.
"Destroyed…"
"One of the Upper Three Sects… wiped out just like that?"
"Just because Qian Renxue broke through in that world and successfully latched onto the Immortal Court?!"
"Has Spirit Hall gone mad?!"
The more he thought about it, the colder his entire body became.
As the ruler of a nation, he understood what this meant.
The situation on the Douluo Continent had changed instantly.
In the future, only those connected to that world would be able to survive on the continent.
And the status of every power in Douluo would depend entirely on how strong their explorers were in that other world.
"Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan…"
"Who will be next?"
"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"
"Or my Star Luo Empire?"
Cold sweat poured down Dai Tianfeng's body.
He looked at the ministers below him, who were equally pale and secretly wiping sweat, and felt overwhelming despair.
"My empire… my Star Luo Empire…"
"No! I absolutely cannot sit and wait for death!"
Suddenly, he raised his head and stared at the Sky Screen, muttering almost obsessively:
"Mubai… my son!"
"Now the entire empire's hope rests on you!"
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