Volume One, Chapter 54: Abandoning the Dream of the Martial Soul Empire, Bibi Dong and I Build the Douluo Federation

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Then Fang Yuan shifted his gaze, looking gently yet resolutely toward Bibi Dong. With his knees slightly bent, he knelt down once more in a slow, deliberate manner and spoke in an even tone, neither rushed nor hesitant: "Your Holiness, may I visit your residence now? I am prepared to fully disclose the concept of the Douluo Federation."

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong's eyes flickered, a smile of approval curling at the corner of her lips. "Of course. The meeting of all elders and attendants concludes here today. The matter of establishing the Spirit Soul Empire will be set aside for now. If the Douluo Federation truly offers a brighter path, I, Bibi Dong, will spare no effort to support it wholeheartedly."

At these words, everyone in the pope’s hall—the elders and attendants alike—exchanged glances...

"Exactly! Daoist Wuxu once visited our sect personally, and at that time I witnessed with my own eyes that the two are indeed siblings," said Daoist Chong Tong. Hearing this, Meier joyfully glanced at Jiaoyu, who gently waved her hand, signaling silence.

Liang Ruobing felt a surge of secret delight as she swiftly moved behind Lan Kang and pressed on the acupoints with practiced ease. After a short while, Lan Kang’s voice of relief was heard.

The Dragon King’s eyes turned fierce. With a vicious punch, he struck the tightly clenched fist of Wang Hongkang. An intense pain surged instantly, forcing Wang Hongkang to abruptly loosen his grip. His fingers dropped limply. In that very moment, the Dragon King seized his middle finger and, without any hesitation, bent it back.

At the end of the narrow crevice, three members of the Dawn Organization watched the battle unfolding in the air, exchanging their opinions without any intention to intervene.

Although Yatogami Kuroh had earlier described this white-haired boy’s unreliability and reckless nature to Ma Yuan, for him to act so coquettishly right before Yatogami Kuroh himself was truly beyond Ma Yuan’s comprehension.

After speaking, he turned and sat on the straw bed, regarding those outside the prison with an air of supreme haughtiness.

Well, in a magical setting, such developments did not surprise Ma Yuan. The fork in the distant road indeed carried a dark and eerie aura.

Tang Ling Shuang was unaware that everything seemed to change after meeting Baili Lan—no longer about right or wrong, but whether Baili Lan was happy or sad today.

As for the non-combatants, it mattered little who ruled them; survival was paramount, and working for anyone was just work. Thus, they harbored no resistance to changing masters. Or if they did, they dared not voice it, let alone mount futile rebellions.

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The leader of the Cloud Sea said, "It’s not that Aitang Tang doesn’t understand, but the demon clan operates solely by strength. For example, no matter how cunning a schemer someone is, can they unseat the Dragon King among the demons?" Not a word out of place.

At this moment, Tang Ye knew he could not unleash too many secret techniques, for Qingling and Iron Fist both regarded him as a novice; so he would just be a rookie among the Celestial Race for now.

As for the other Dream Team members, fearing the attacks of the DK team’s “Glorious Executioner,” even though the Executioner had not yet revived, they dared not let their heroes leave the blood pool.

“Excuse me!” Sun Fengzhao brazenly grabbed Long Ying and deliberately brushed past the grandfather and grandson duo, Mo Duo and Mo Cai, swaggering through the hall and ordering the spirit beasts to make way for him.

The doorknob finally turned. In an age where all gates were electronically operated, this door was perhaps the only manual one left. It lingered deep in Zhi Yu’s memory, always uncertain if it truly existed.

As they spoke, the audience below watched Captain Plank’s cannonballs continue to bombard the enemy hero, whose health steadily dwindled.

Helibel, conducting experiments, saw Nilu relentlessly clinging to Naruto and snorted through her nose, her expression displeased.

It was affected by Aitang Tang for a moment—I stabbed it once in the chest. Its bovine eyes looked at me in disbelief before gradually dissolving into countless white light specks, vanishing.

Yin Xinshui was certain it was no human and would harm her and her companions. Without orders, she raised her gun, aiming. The ugly monkey did not recognize firearms but snarled, baring its teeth. Its hind legs tensed, ready to pounce.

Behind her, Kang Lei sighed. Yan Gang’s voice was drowned out by Fan Tianlei’s; he still had no idea what was happening.

Though the ancestral wizards couldn’t fully comprehend, such matters were best entrusted to their elder brother, Emperor Jiang.

“Hui’er, just as you love me, I love her; that has never changed. Perhaps one day, she will be moved by me!” Long Xuanjing patted Long Hui’er’s shoulder and walked out.

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Ranked thirteenth, Ling Hai’s results seemed impressive, but in truth, this was only his standing among 506 Reconstructors.

Only after Ling Hai had walked more than twenty meters did Jiang Xiaoyu finally understand and followed.

Duan Zang bit his thumb, touched Gus’s forehead, and shouted sharply, “Great Vein-Sealing Technique!” Blood dripped onto Gus, spreading like vines connecting the limbs’ kunai. From afar, the bloodstains on Gus formed a neat pentagram.

Behind him, revolvers appeared again, now numbering a thousand instead of the original 600. The five-colored aura radiated from the muzzles, staining the sky in brilliant hues. Four golden chains, like dragons emerging from a rosy dawn, whipped their bodies wildly.

“Then let me show you first.” He closed his eyes, allowing Yan Huai’s covetous gaze to roam over him.

Chen An’s total annihilation of the Thunder Assault Squad, bombardment of Gao Shiwei, and other events left Fan Tianlei on the back foot.

“I am but a fool; Your Highness, please enlighten me,” Qiao Wei’s heart pounded, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably, sensing a trap.

Was it that Chen Yue from the Microelectronics Institute plagiarized the products of Cheng Ran’s experimental lab, brazenly committing academic theft backed by his scholarly clique? Or was it that Cheng Ran’s team, blinded by ambition, stole results from their own warehouse and attacked Guoxin to reap huge profits?

Not only would Afimi Xue’er be sacrificed alive, but even the child in her womb would be offered as tribute.

“After barely escaping the assassination by the Heartpiercer Organization, am I destined to die here?” Bal’s face darkened as he watched the approaching swarm of insects. The limited space was nearly filled with silver beetles; he had nowhere left to flee.