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"Humph!"
Bibi Dong was far too intelligent not to hear the slick rhetoric behind Dai Tianxing's words. His excuses were nothing more than a convenient justification to attack Spirit Hall.
On the surface, it sounded like he was seeking vengeance for the fallen Star Luo warriors, but in truth, it was a classic case of encircling Wei to save Zhao.
Realizing his true intentions, Bibi Dong's eyes grew cold. A chilling killing intent flickered within her beautiful gaze, her mocking smile vanishing as her crimson lips parted. Her voice, icy and bone-piercing, carried the weight of intimidation as she questioned him.
"Dai Tianxing, it seems you and your wife are truly determined to wage war against Spirit Hall, aren't you?"
The moment Dai Tianxing felt the overwhelming killing intent surging from her body, his expression shifted. Inwardly, he thought: This isn't good. Bibi Dong's strength is even greater than I expected. I just don't know if she can withstand the bombardment of the White Tiger Legion. If even that fails, then we'll have no choice but to fight this cold woman to the death.
Although a hint of fear stirred in his heart, Dai Tianxing still forced a mocking smile onto his face, speaking with feigned ease.
"I am merely returning your own tactics against you. What fault is there in that, Your Holiness?"
"Yes! You're absolutely right!" Bibi Dong sneered, her gaze sharp as blades. "In that case, let's settle this on the battlefield!"
"In that case, I won't be polite. The first battle will be the decisive one—one battle to decide it all!"
With that, Dai Tianxing and his wife surged with soul power, leaping backward to widen the distance between themselves and Bibi Dong. They were wary—afraid she might suddenly strike them down without honor. If that happened, the Star Luo Empire would immediately fall into a disadvantageous position.
Landing beside Lie Tianhu, Dai Tianxing clenched his teeth and gave the order.
"General Tianhu, you may commence the assault! Command the White Tiger Legion to fire! Reduce Spirit City to rubble!"
"As you command!" Lie Tianhu affirmed with a heavy nod. He then drew the blade from his waist, pointing it toward the heavens as his commanding roar swept across the battlefield.
"White Tiger Legion—prepare!"
His shout shook the skies. At his command, the artillerymen of the White Tiger Legion immediately sprang into action, torches igniting one after another.
The shells had already been loaded the moment they were lifted into place. All that remained was Lie Tianhu's signal, and five thousand cannons would thunder in unison, raining destruction upon Spirit City.
Seeing this, Bibi Dong's expression hardened, her cold voice condensing into a single command.
"Kill!!!"
"Kill!"
"Charge!"
At her order, thousands of Spirit Hall soul masters simultaneously released their martial spirits. Possession surged over their bodies, weapons and beasts appearing at their sides. With heaven-shaking war cries, they charged straight toward the fifty thousand soldiers of the White Tiger Legion, their murderous aura reaching the skies.
Brilliant soul skills erupted like fireworks, raining toward the enemy soldiers. At the same time, Lie Tianhu bellowed.
"Fire!"
"Flatten Spirit City!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In an instant, the world roared with cannon fire. Countless shells tore through the skies, screaming down toward the charging army of soul masters.
Thanks to Master Lou Gao and over a hundred master forgers, the Star Luo Empire's cannons had been fully upgraded—greater power, longer range, and faster reload mechanisms, drastically reducing reloading time.
"Die! For Her Holiness the Pope! Third Soul Skill: Strength of Valor!"
A sword-wielding soul master charged forward with fearless resolve, bravely taking the front line. But his courage meant nothing before the storm of artillery fire. A black shell, like a falling meteor, struck his chest directly.
In a single instant, his chest caved in, ribs shattered, and his internal organs were crushed into pulp. Blood erupted from his mouth.
He died instantly. Yet his death was only the beginning. With a thunderous explosion, the shell detonated, releasing blazing fragments in all directions.
His corpse was shredded into a bloody sieve, the fiery shrapnel igniting his remains until he was reduced to ashes.
Even these fragments alone carried the force to seriously wound a Soul King.
The sword soul master's death marked only the start. Within less than a minute, as the barrage continued, Spirit Hall had already suffered devastating losses—over a thousand soul masters lay dead.
Even those lucky enough to survive were horribly maimed—an arm blown away, a leg obliterated.
Some suffered an even crueler fate. Several male soul masters lost their "third leg" in the blasts. The "surgery" was a resounding success—congratulations, from now on, they get to be pretty little girls.
But Spirit Hall's soul masters were not weaklings. After the initial surprise, they quickly regrouped, rallying around defensive-type soul masters to counterattack.
Dozens of Soul Saints and Soul Douluo specializing in defense unleashed their strongest defensive soul skills, erecting barriers to shield against the bombardment as they steadily pressed toward the White Tiger Legion.
Seeing this, Lie Tianhu reacted decisively.
"Swiftwind Legion, move out! Use incendiary bombs! Ground troops—target their defensive-type Soul Douluo and keep bombarding them!"
At once, the cannon fire grew even more frenzied, the endless explosions striking the defensive barriers relentlessly. Hundreds of shells hammered down each passing second.
Meanwhile, high above in the night sky, the White Crane patriarch of the Min Clan, clad in black, was nearly invisible in the darkness.
Now an eighty-second rank agility-attack Battle Soul Douluo, his martial spirit had evolved into the Soaring Swallow, its speed vastly surpassing his former Swift-tailed Swallow.
With a wave of his hand, he shouted, "Swiftwind Legion—attack!"
Soaring into the air, White Crane led over a thousand flying soul masters toward Spirit City.
They weren't just members of the Min Clan. Many hailed from other places, their martial spirits being birds or insects—anything that granted flight. That was the only requirement to join the Swiftwind Legion.
Each flying soul master carried ten incendiary bombs strapped to their waist. Circling high above Spirit Hall, they ignited their payloads and hurled them down in unison.
Tens of thousands of fiery orbs plummeted like meteors, striking buildings and streets below. The city erupted in violent explosions.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Spirit City was soon engulfed in chaos. Collapsed walls, roaring infernos, and shattered ruins turned it into a blazing sea of fire.
"Damn it! I never thought the Star Luo Empire's weapons would be this powerful…"
Bibi Dong's brows furrowed as she watched her forces suffer heavy casualties. Her jade hand gripped the golden scepter so tightly that her immense strength left dents in the metal.
Although she had long known of these new weapons, she hadn't expected Star Luo to mass-produce so many cannons, nor to train such a formidable firearms legion. The fact that Spirit Hall had known nothing about it enraged her most.
"That useless Bishop Wolf—he failed to uncover something this important…"
Before she could finish, Bibi Dong suddenly raised her head. To her shock, someone had hurled two incendiary bombs directly at her!
(End of Chapter)