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A deafening boom—
Instantly, a massive explosion erupted from within the black mist. The Star Luo Holy Tiger was sent flying backward like a bird with a broken wing. Its enormous body, like a cannonball shot from a cannon, slammed heavily into the smooth, hard rock wall! It carved a deep, tiger-shaped crater into the rock face before the shattered stones gave way, and it crashed to the ground with a loud thud.
"Your Highness, the Crown Prince!"
Seeing the Star Luo Holy Tiger blasted away, Lin Qiuyang cried out in alarm, immediately disengaging from his own battle to rush to where it had fallen.
Simultaneously, after enduring the shockwave of the explosion, the Thousand Ton Battle Armor that had protected the Star Luo Holy Tiger was covered in a dense web of cracks before it finally shattered completely. The massive rebound force surged through their bodies, causing the blood of Davis and his companions to roil in their chests. Their scalps tingled, and every cell in their bodies screamed in agony. A surge of blood rose in their throats, nearly gushing out.
However, the defensive power of the Thousand Ton Battle Armor had proven to be incredibly reliable. Although it ultimately disintegrated into countless specks of black light that danced in the air before vanishing, it had managed to help the Star Luo Holy Tiger withstand the Martial Soul Combination Skill of Thousand Ton Douluo and Demon Subduing Douluo, which was no small feat. It was important to remember that this was a combination skill that would have given even Qian Daoliu a severe headache. In the entire world, perhaps the only one who could claim to easily receive such a blow was the old Sect Master of the Clear Sky Clan, Tang Chen, renowned for his immense power.
"Cough, cough, cough…"
Davis let out a series of dry coughs, breathing heavily and weakly. Although the Thousand Ton Battle Armor had helped them withstand the shockwave of the explosion, unleashing it had also consumed the majority of their soul power. Now, with Dai Pojun and Dong Hui absent, there was no one to replenish their energy. Therefore, with their soul power completely depleted, the form of the Star Luo Holy Tiger slowly dissipated into nothingness, revealing the figures of Davis, Zhu Zhuqing, and Zhu Zhuyun within.
"Your Highness, the Crown Prince! Your Highness, the Crown Princess!"
The moment the Star Luo Holy Tiger vanished, Lin Qiuyang arrived at their side. He stood firm, his sword held aloft and pointed toward the heavens. His sharp, sword-like eyes were fixed on Thousand Ton Douluo and Demon Subduing Douluo in the air, as well as on Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo on the ground, preparing himself for a one-against-four battle.
Shortly after Lin Qiuyang's arrival, Li Hu, Yang Wudi, and Niu Gao followed one after another, standing shoulder to shoulder to form a human wall in front of Davis and his companions, shielding them from the enemy.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The thunderous sound of an armored legion on the move echoed through the area. Tens of thousands of White Tiger soldiers charged forward on horseback, their battle cries shaking the very heavens as they completely encircled Davis and his team.
"Quickly, protect His Highness, the Crown Prince!"
"Artillerymen, aim your cannons at those two Titled Douluo! Blast them to pieces!"
Gazing upon this formidable force of tigers and wolves, even with his soul power exhausted, Davis felt an overwhelming sense of security. He thought to himself, With such a loyal and fearless army at my command, unifying the Douluo Continent is merely a matter of time for me. A faint smile touched Davis's lips. As the creator of the White Tiger Legion, seeing this majestic and awe-inspiring army filled him with an immense sense of pride.
While Davis was basking in this profound sense of security, Thousand Ton Douluo, still hovering in mid-air, was observing him with a thoughtful expression and could not help but sigh.
"I truly never expected the strength of these three to be so remarkable. To think they could actually withstand All Beings Passed, Bodhi Attained. They truly have some skill!"
"Hmph, what does that count for?" Demon Subduing Douluo snorted coldly, a disdainful smile on his face. "That strange black mist corroded a significant amount of our soul power, and we were forced to act in a hurry, with no time to gather our full strength. Otherwise, the power of that Martial Soul Combination Skill would have been three times stronger! Forget about them being able to block it; I would have been impressed if they had even survived!"
"Hehe, brother, you can't put it that way. They are only in their twenties, and that young lady looks to be not even eighteen. At such a young age, to already possess the strength to contend with you and me is an incredibly rare feat. Compared to the three from the Golden Generation, they are far superior!"
Upon hearing this, even the typically domineering and arrogant Demon Subduing Douluo couldn't help but nod repeatedly. After all, when he was in his twenties, he was merely a Soul Ancestor.
"Indeed, they are truly geniuses, the likes of which are seen only once in a century. It is such a pity!"
"Yes, a pity that they belong to the Star Luo Empire. Today, they must die!" Thousand Ton Douluo's tone shifted abruptly, his eyes burning with an endless killing intent. His second spirit ring flashed, and the Coiling Dragon Staff shot out.
"Second Spirit Ability: Thousand Ton Control!"
As he spoke, the Coiling Dragon Staff was already spinning at high speed like a disk, cutting through the sky like a thrown dart and whipping up a fierce gale as it hurtled toward Davis.
"Spirit Avatar: Profound Iron…"
Just as Lin Qiuyang was about to unleash his Spirit Avatar to block Thousand Ton Douluo's heaven-shaking attack, a tremendous roar echoed from the sky. A flying thunder hammer shot upwards, its crackling lightning containing the force of a thousand thunderbolts. It streaked across the dark night like a purple meteor!
Boom!
The Thunder God's Hammer flew out, striking the astonishing staff and blasting the Coiling Dragon Staff away!
"If you wish to lay a hand on my son, you must first ask me, his father, for permission!"
A thunderous shout exploded like a muffled clap of thunder. Six figures were seen flying in from the horizon. It was none other than Dai Pojun and his wife, Zhu Yaqin, along with Tang Xiao and the last three remaining elders of the Clear Sky Clan. Zhu Yaqin was unable to fly, and Tang Xiao had lost his ability to do so, so they were being levitated by the soul power of Dai Pojun and the three elders.
Sparks of electricity flickered in Tang Xiao's hand. The Thunder God's Hammer that had struck the Coiling Dragon Staff soared back into the sky, returning to his hand under his control. It was clear that Tang Xiao was the one who had just intercepted Thousand Ton Douluo's Coiling Dragon Staff.
"We pay our respects to Your Majesty! Long live the Emperor! Long live! Long, long live!"
With the appearance of Dai Pojun, the twenty thousand White Tiger soldiers all knelt in unison to pay their respects, and Lin Qiuyang was no exception.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the distance, banners fluttered, and the faint sound of galloping horses could be heard. Thousand Ton Douluo gazed into the distance and saw several thousand more cavalrymen charging toward them with swords drawn. He then glanced at the approaching Dai Pojun and the three elders, and finally shook his head with a sense of resignation. The situation is untenable, he thought. It seems we will not be able to kill Davis today.
"So, it is the Star Luo Emperor. My apologies for the disrespect!" Thousand Ton Douluo cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, but a hint of disdain still lingered in his eyes. "We have both been fighting for an entire night, and our men and horses are exhausted. How about we call a truce? We can settle today's matter on another day. What do you say?"
"…"
Dai Pojun did not answer immediately. His gaze shot past them to the tens of thousands of soul masters in the valley behind. Although they were a disorderly mob, their morale was high! On his own side, while the White Tiger soldiers outnumbered the enemy by more than two to one, they were exhausted from the long march and the overnight battle. They were now running on pure adrenaline. If a real battle were to break out, they could certainly inflict heavy casualties on that soul master army, but the White Tiger Legion would inevitably suffer losses as well. It would be a case of injuring the enemy by a thousand at the cost of eight hundred of their own—not worth it!
Moreover, even if he annihilated this army of cannon fodder, with the prestige and resources of Spirit Hall, it would be no difficult task for them to mobilize another ten thousand soul masters. His White Tiger soldiers, on the other hand, though ordinary men, were handpicked warriors, each worth ten of the enemy. Dai Pojun naturally did not wish to see any of them lost.
"Very well, then. We shall have a temporary truce. We will settle this debt at a later date!"
(End of Chapter)