Chapter 231: 231.Chapter 231: Fighting and Retreating, Delaying to Become a God

231. Chapter 231: Fighting and Retreating, Delaying to Become a God

Yang Lie Feng's pupil flickered, seizing the instant Ghost Douluo's heart and spirit lapsed; in the darkness he revealed his true form.

"Eighth Soul Skill — Thousand Peaks Converging Leaf Slash"

Ghost Douluo reacted immediately, his ninth soul ring flaring: "Ninth Soul Skill — Hellish Fiends"

Yang Lie Feng smirked, his spear seeming an unblemished, razor‑sharp treasure that could cut through anything; he effortlessly sliced apart those giant hands reaching up to grab.

His whole body turned into an azure stream of light, arriving before Ghost Douluo; a sweep of his spear delivered a thousand slashes that carved across Ghost Douluo's body.

"Even a ten‑thousand‑year soul ring dares to clash head‑on with my hundred‑thousand‑year deep‑sea swordfish? You have no idea how long I drifted at sea to find this suitable hundred‑thousand‑year spirit beast."

Ghost Douluo felt the world before him shatter into pieces, as if the world were being destroyed in his eyes.

"That's fine. Also good; Old Chrysanthemum, I'll keep you company on the road." Ghost Douluo's mouth curled with a relieved smile, finally collapsing into a heap on the ground.

Yang Lie Feng curled his lip, somewhat dissatisfied: "You still let him have his fun; looks like we need more practice. Next time we meet this sort, let the Second Lady heal another and cripple their soul power, then wait for them to die slowly."

Zhu Zhuqing beat her Dark Dragon Wings and flew high, issuing the order: "Ju Dou Luo and Ghost Douluo have been slain; the Spirit Hall's Golden Generation fled the battlefield, and the rest who surrender their weapons may live."

Under the spread of her soul power, the entire battlefield echoed with Zhu Zhuqing's rolling commands.

"Clang clang clang"

Whether it was a martial soul or a weapon, after the first person dropped their weapon and walked away, many others followed suit, shedding armor and helmets.

Defeat came like a collapsing mountain.

All members of the Star Luo Empire began to tidy their weapons and armor; though not as good as the newly forged mail they wore, it was still decent.

After being seized, the equipment was issued to small towns for military use, making good use of resources.

Hu Liena and Xie Yue's martial soul fusion skill was also forced apart by Zhu Zhuqing's claw, sending them crashing to the ground.

On the other side, Yan was easily slain by Yang Lie Feng on the battlefield, a fiery red watermelon‑like head shooting up into the sky.

"Yan! You deserve to die." Xie Yue roared angrily.

Yang Lie Shu flicked his finger, and a water‑flow whip coiled around Xie Yue's and Hu Liena's necks.

He looked toward Zhu Zhuqing and asked: "Third Lady, how should we dispose of these two siblings?"

Zhu Zhuqing thought of Yang Yun, and recalled that there were already four ladies within the sect; her eyes turned cold as she was about to act.

The spirit of the Dark Dragon emerged from Zhu Zhuqing's soul ring: "Don't rush, that girl has an external soul bone inside her; if I hadn't condensed the Dark Dragon Wings, I might have missed it."

"As you said, your husband hates waste; tie that woman up and bring her to the Sect Master to have the external soul bone removed before taking action."

No sooner had the words fallen than the Dark Dragon lashed out, seizing Hu Liena's jawbone and squeezing hard.

"You think you can bite your tongue to kill yourself? From now on your life and death are no longer yours." Ziji lightly traced her fingertip across Hu Liena's chin, probing, and spoke in a bewitching voice.

But when it comes to fox‑spirit allure, Hu Liena's flavor is still richer.

Although Zhu Zhuqing didn't want another Fifth Lady, if the external soul bone could be removed, Po Tian Sect's foundation would grow deeper; the priority is still clear.

"Keep her under control—don't let her die—and hand her over to your husband to deal with."

Yang Lie Shu understood; a flick of his finger dislocated all of Hu Liena's major joints, effortlessly stripping her of mobility, and sealing her soul power was just as easy.

Xie Yue beside him didn't fare so well; a twist of his neck emitted a clear 'crack', and his body went limp and collapsed to the ground.

"Someone, pack up Ju Dou Luo, Ghost Douluo, and the Spirit Hall's Golden Generation and send them to Spirit Hall City; it's time to give the Spirit Hall Empire's Bibi Dong a big gift." Zhu Zhuqing ordered coldly.

The army had already begun charging in to seize control of the city.

Soon the city's new regulations were issued, lightening taxes and supporting the lower classes; order was restored, and the will to resist in the occupied cities quickly faded.

The voices of resistance and the nobles' non‑cooperation also vanished completely; if you do not acknowledge the Star Luo Empire's new edicts, then you are not its subjects.

Since they are enemies, why show mercy?

One swing of the blade, and all resistance vanished; in wartime there's no time for fickle tricks to win you over.

If we cannot change your mind, we will utterly sever your thoughts.

One city after another.

Upon receiving this great gift from the Star Luo Empire, the Spirit Hall Empire did not react with excessive anger, and even later cities abandoned frontal resistance.

They held out while fighting and retreating; if a position couldn't be kept, they abandoned the city and fled to the next, as if merely buying time.

Fighting and retreating, retreating and delaying—three years have already passed.

In fact, Yang Yun clearly understood what Bibi Dong was plotting: nothing more than the imminent inheritance of the Asura God's divine throne; she lacked the energy and did not want to launch a full‑scale offensive so soon.

Therefore she chose this fighting‑while‑retreating strategy to buy time; once she inherits the divine throne, relying on the Asura God's divine legacy a single word will make her a god, and then with the god's supreme power she can turn the tables in one sweeping counteroffensive.

Only Zhu Zhuqing and Di Huo could so easily capture dozens of cities in three years.

The cities lost by the fallen Tian Dou Empire had long been absorbed into the Star Luo Empire's map; now only Spirit Hall City and its surrounding cities still hold out.

The Spirit Hall Empire's Pontiff Hall showed no movement at all, not even a stir in its Hall of Worship.

On the contrary, Di Huo and the Star Luo Empire had their energies scattered by endless evil soul masters during this period—perhaps also part of Bibi Dong's scheme.

Let these evil soul masters divert the forces of the Star Luo Empire and Po Tian Sect, then, victorious, overcome the Spirit Hall Empire and resume the task of thwarting evil soul masters' captures.

The prestige of the Spirit Hall Empire and her Bibi Dong will rise to a new level.

Then, having fully mastered the continent, Bibi Dong intends to destroy the Spirit Hall Empire—and that won't be easy at all.

Founding a dynasty is hard, but losing it is easy.

At this moment, beneath the Angel God Statue in the Hall of Worship, Qian Renxue—half her body black, half radiant gold—flapped twelve wings in the air; her solemn gaze fixed on Qian Daoliu.

"Grandfather, the Angel God has long fallen; your Angel God duties need not be performed, and I can equally inherit the Angel God's throne—why are you so obstinately oblivious?" Qian Renxue frowned slightly.

Looking at Qian Daoliu's gaze, besides incomprehension, there was only reluctance.

Qian Daoliu looked at the six-winged angel statue before him, which had already become twelve-winged, and his heart could not help feeling extremely complex: "Xue'er, grandfather has lived this whole life only for the belief in my heart; do you understand?" (End of chapter)