In the golden month of September, the autumn colors are getting darker.
Wuhun City.
The atmosphere in Wuhun City has not been very good in recent months. To be more precise, the atmosphere in Wuhun City has been very depressing. Many residents of Wuhun City look worried.
The source of its uneasiness naturally comes from the war between the Spirit Palace and the two great empires of the North and the South. No, to be precise, it should be the Spirit Empire.
It's just that compared to the emerging Spirit Empire, the term Spirit Palace is more deeply rooted in people's hearts.
A few years ago, the residents of Wuhun City would have no reason to support Wuhun Palace's decision, but now there are faint voices of opposition among the people, including the soul master team of Wuhun Palace.
"These guys are really unreliable. When they were told about the benefits, they all flocked to them. Now when they encounter some difficulties, they want to defect to the other side."
In the Pope's Hall on Wuhun Mountain, the person sitting on the throne is not the Pope of Wuhun Hall, Bibi Dong, but Hu Liena, who is behind Wuhun Hall.
She was wearing a black palace dress. The silk dress was smooth and clinging tightly to her graceful body, making her look slim and graceful.
At this moment, she was looking at the letter in her hand, her face as cold as ice.
"Your Highness the Saint need not worry too much about this. Low-level soul masters will have less and less influence on this battle. As long as Your Highness the Pope can succeed, this continent will eventually belong to our Spirit Empire."
Below the Pope's throne, there are several cardinals standing respectfully on the left and right.
After Hu Liena finished speaking, the cardinal on the left side bowed slightly and said to Hu Liena. Although he was a strong man close to the Soul Douluo level, he was extremely respectful to Hu Liena, who only had the Soul Saint cultivation level.
Everyone in the Wuhun Palace knows that although the Pope has never had a good look towards others, he will smile when facing the Saint. He is also the successor appointed by her to be the successor of the Wuhun Palace.
The burnt color on Hu Liena's face did not weaken much after hearing this. Her thin willow eyebrows were slightly curved, with a hint of sadness, and she said softly: "It's not just them, those titled Douluo are also complaining now. It was caused by the failure of the last operation."
The impact is really too great.”
Upon hearing this, the cardinal who spoke below also stepped back and remained silent.
He didn't dare to say disrespectful words to Titled Douluo. Although there were many powerful people in Wuhun Palace, and they were vaguely divided into two factions, the Titled Douluo of any faction would not want to see anyone being disrespectful to Titled Douluo.
This is the pride that comes from the bottom of one's heart. Titled Douluo is aloof, and Titled Douluo cannot be humiliated.
And... the losses last time were indeed too great.
Dozens of Titled Douluo acted together, and the opponent only lost one Titled Douluo. Several Titled Douluo were severely injured, but our own losses were several times that of the opponent, including even a ninety-eighth-level Douluo.
Titled Douluo, this kind of loss can be said to be a crippling loss for even the Spirit Hall.
Seeing the silence of the cardinal below, Hu Liena shook her head secretly. Although her status in Wuhun Palace seemed to be very high, most of her people were flatterers. The source of all her power was his teacher Bibi Dong, and
Since Bibi Dong went into seclusion, she felt an unprecedented loneliness.
"Zhao Xuan..."
Looking at the empty hall, for some reason the figure of that person appeared in Hu Liena's mind. Her red lips moved slightly, and she felt a bitter feeling.
It was precisely because of his Wuhun Palace strategy that he suffered repeated failures.
"Report!"
Suddenly, a hurried sound came from outside the door, interrupting Hu Liena's thoughts. A cardinal walked in from the doorkeeper, bowed under Hu Liena's seat and raised the letter in his hand.
"Your Highness the Saint, urgent letter!"
Hu Liena came back to her senses, and there was a hint of solemnity in her eyes. She quickly said: "Send it up."
The cardinal presented the letter, and Hu Liena took it with her bare hands. After scanning the information in the letter with her bright eyes, her face instantly turned pale.
The cardinals below looked at each other, feeling bad in their hearts. The first cardinal asked aloud: "Your Highness, may I ask what happened?"
Hu Liena took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down, but there was a vibrato in her voice unknowingly.
"Not long ago, the Tiandou Empire raided Cangshui Douluo who was stationed in Jinyun City. Cangshui Douluo was defeated and fell..."
"this……"
The cardinals were shocked. Even though they were in the center of the Spirit Empire at this moment, they felt a chill on their backs.
"Quickly summon all titled Douluo and ask them to come to the Pope's Palace!"
"yes!"
…
Different from the gloom and gloom in the Pope's Palace, Ma Hongjun in Lingyun Pass was smiling all over his face at this moment.
"Hey, it's great to improve your strength through this divine assessment. Now I'm very close to being a titled Douluo."
Tang San on the side couldn't help but shook his head when he heard this, and said angrily to Ma Hongjun: "You are just lucky this time. If it weren't for the mutual restraint of water and fire attributes, your martial spirit quality would be far stronger than his.
I'm afraid it will take a lot of suffering, and not everyone can become a Contra Counter-War Titled Douluo, so don't make it so easy."
"Moreover, if you hadn't had the help of those two soul bones, do you think you could have defeated him?"
"Third brother, you are really getting more and more verbose, can't you let me get used to it? I actually killed a ninety-three-level titled Douluo! In addition to you and Brother Xuan, there are other people on this continent.
How many people can do it?”
Ma Hongjun looked at Tang San with a resentful expression.
Who would have thought that Tang San started to think about it, and then said to Ma Hongjun with a serious face: "My father, my great-grandfather, Bibi Dong can do it. If you want to defeat, you can also add Elder Yang Wudi and others..."
Ma Hongjun: "..."
"Third brother, I suddenly realized that I don't want to talk to you anymore."
Ma Hongjun said sadly and angrily, why such a dazzling record suddenly became worthless.
"Pop."
Tang San patted Ma Hongjun on the shoulder and said seriously: "This is the task Xiaoxuan gave me. He knows that your nature is easy to change, and it is impossible not to be proud."
Hearing this, Ma Hongjun's face suddenly stiffened, and he felt like crying without tears.
"Third brother, you are back."
A clear and pleasant voice suddenly came from in front of him. Ma Hongjun's expression suddenly changed, and he looked forward with a warm smile on his face.
"Xiao Xiangxiang... hmm? Hermione, when did you come back?!"
On the street ahead, there was a beautiful figure beside Bai Chenxiang.
Her golden hair is as long as a waterfall and gathered around her slender waist. She has a delicate face as white as jade, a slightly straight bridge of her nose, and curved eyebrows. Under it is a pair of pale golden eyes, which are slightly curved under a shallow smile.