Chapter 287: The Star Luo Royal Legacy
With a deafening tiger roar, the Star Luo royal family became aware of the sudden attack. Alarms blared throughout the city, and countless spirit masters and soldiers quickly mobilized, transforming Star Luo City into a formidable steel beast, exuding a fierce and unyielding aura.
The defenses of Star Luo City far surpassed those of Heaven Dou. The Star Luo royal family commanded an impressive force of four thousand spirit masters. Although they lacked Titled Douluo, they had numerous Spirit Douluo and Spirit Sages, a considerable advantage over Heaven Dou's forces.
The scale of this force surprised not only Bibi Dong but even Yang Potian. He thought to himself, So this is why the Star Luo Empire has always dared to stand up to the Spirit Hall—sometimes even daring to challenge them outright.
In addition to the spirit masters, Star Luo's soldiers were seasoned and well-equipped, clad in thick armor and utterly fearless, even in the face of high-level spirit masters.
At that moment, two figures appeared above the royal palace: a tall, imposing man with golden hair and a powerful, almost sinister gaze, alongside a dignified and strikingly beautiful woman with an impressive figure. They were the Star Luo Emperor, a rare Titled Douluo of the royal family, and his Empress, a high-ranking Spirit Douluo.
The Star Luo Emperor bellowed, "Spirit Empire! What do you think you're doing, daring to launch a sneak attack on Star Luo City?"
Before he could finish, a dozen figures emerged in the sky, each one a Titled Douluo. Among them were Bibi Dong and Golden Crocodile Douluo.
The emperor laughed bitterly, "So, the Spirit Empire deems our Star Luo royal family worthy of such attention, deploying so many Titled Douluo at once. It seems you intend to annihilate the Dai clan entirely. Such ruthless ambition!"
Hovering in the air, Bibi Dong spoke calmly, "Emperor and Empress of Star Luo, I advise you to surrender immediately. Perhaps I might then spare a trace of your family's legacy. Otherwise, there is no reason for the Dai family to exist any longer."
The Star Luo Emperor retorted angrily, "Bibi Dong, your words might deceive others, but not me. With so many Titled Douluo here, it's clear that the Spirit Empire has sent its full strength. There's no way you'd leave without ensuring the complete destruction of our royal family."
He continued, "The Star Luo Empire has ruled for thousands of years. Surrender for the sake of survival? Never! We would rather perish than submit!"
A dark, steely resolve flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes. "Very well. Since you refuse to see reason, there's no need for the Star Luo royal family to continue."
With her command, countless beams of spirit energy shot into the sky, aimed at the Star Luo Emperor.
The Emperor and Empress exchanged a look, then merged their spirits—the White Tiger of the emperor and the Nether Spirit Cat of the empress—creating a massive Netherworld White Tiger. As a fusion of two powerful spirits, the spectral tiger was over a hundred meters long, emanating immense strength.
Despite their combined strength, reaching a peak level of approximately ninety-seven, or perhaps barely touching ninety-eight, their power was no match for Bibi Dong, who stood at level ninety-nine, and Golden Crocodile Douluo, a powerful ninety-eight. The two Spirit Empire leaders were undeterred and ready to clash head-on with the Netherworld White Tiger.
Yang Potian observed the scene from a distance, shaking his head. The Star Luo royal family's strength is indeed formidable, far beyond that of Heaven Dou. But the Spirit Hall has committed everything to this attack; the gap between Titled Douluo in this battle is simply too vast.
Ignoring the ongoing slaughter around him, Yang Potian's figure flickered as he slipped into the Star Luo royal treasury.
The Star Luo royal family's legacy was remarkable. They had ruled with an iron fist for generations, maintaining their power without faltering for centuries. Such a record was rare. Surely there must be some hidden foundation to explain their long-lasting strength, Yang Potian mused, knowing that even the Clear Sky Clan had gradually faded with time, eventually existing only in name, with no Titled Douluo of their own.
Each generation of the Star Luo line produced powerful heirs, each one bearing the inherited power of their formidable spirit fusion technique. The White Tiger was a top-tier beast spirit, but to sustain this strength through generations was extraordinary. There had to be something more.
Inside the treasure vault, Yang Potian encountered an impressive array of riches. The quantity of gold soul coins alone far exceeded that of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. The halls of the treasury stretched out like a grand underground palace, with rooms upon rooms filled with priceless treasures. In addition to the riches, he found numerous high-quality spirit bones and even a few rare, millennium-old immortal herbs. Clearly, these formed part of the Star Luo royal family's foundational strength.
As he moved deeper into the vault, Yang Potian's eyes widened.
At the heart of the treasury, within an immense chamber, was a grand statue—a white tiger of massive proportions, extending dozens of meters in length and crafted with exquisite detail. The tiger seemed almost alive, radiating a faint trace of divine power.
Yang Potian approached it cautiously, examining the intricacies of the statue. It was not the statue's majesty that surprised him, but rather the unmistakable, powerful divine energy emanating from it.
The tiger statue did not resemble the traditional Evil-Eyed White Tiger of the royal family. Instead of the usual evil-looking eyes, this statue bore a pair of golden eyes.
Yang Potian marveled, "This is a Divine White Tiger, not the Evil-Eyed White Tiger of the Dai family's legacy. Could the Star Luo royal family carry a trace of divine blood?"
At that moment, as if sensing a threat, the statue's golden eyes flashed, exuding an aura of supreme authority, as though the king of all beasts had awakened.
Yang Potian sneered. "Just a fragment of divine consciousness. The original source must have died long ago, yet it dares to act so arrogantly."
With that, Yang Potian unleashed his Shura Domain, and a red glow enveloped the entire chamber, clashing with the divine aura of the white tiger statue.
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