Sitting powerlessly in her seat, Qian Renxue only felt endless fear surrounding her, and darkness trying to cover her completely.

Suddenly, her mind flashed with the last words her grandfather said to her under the angel statue before he left.

“Xiaoxue, there are only three forces left on the continent now: the Wuhun Empire, the Xingluo Empire, and the Sea God Island. After this trip, the Sea God Island will definitely be kicked out first.

When the two empires compete, no matter what the outcome, I hope you will always put the spirit masters and people of the Wuhun Empire first.”

“Grandpa, why are you suddenly saying this? As long as we win, the people of the empire will naturally be able to live a better life.

When I become a god and gain great power, I will definitely bring peace and stability to this continent.”

Qian Renxue vaguely remembered that her grandfather slowly shook his head, gently stroked her head, and left her the last words.

“Xiaoxue, you must remember that our ancestors pursued powerful strength in order to eliminate all suffering in this world. Don’t put the cart before the horse.”

Grandpa, Xiaoxue will follow your last wishes.

Qian Renxue wiped her slightly moist eyes with her bare hands, her gaze became firm again, and she glanced at the Titled Douluo below and made the final decision.

“You are all the backbone of our Wuhun Empire. You are very clear about the current situation. If anyone wants to withdraw, leave now. I won’t blame you.”

The people sitting below looked at each other, but no one chose to leave, including Fiery Eagle Douluo who had let his family leave.

Chen Yan wanted to leave, but was blocked by Qianjun Jiangmo. Others could leave, but this fence-sitter should stay with them and contribute his last bit of strength to this empire.

Feeling the pressure from both sides, he regretted it so much that he should not have returned to the Wuhun Empire. It would have been better for him to stay in Xingluo. With his strength, he could protect his family and do whatever they want in the area.

Damn Qian family, they clearly have the inheritance of the Angel God, but they were forced to this point by the Xingluo Empire and the Xingguan Sect, what a waste.

He now seriously suspected that the news that someone from the Qian family was going to inherit the angel throne was spread by them on purpose.

Qian Renxue ignored Chen Yan. A fence-sitter is not welcome anywhere, let alone one who has betrayed repeatedly.

“Since you have all decided to stay, I will tell you something here.

This time, our Wuhun Empire will use Zhenxing City as the first and last checkpoint.

Once Zhenxing City is lost, the Wuhun Empire will be declared extinct, and the Xingluo Empire will take over the entire Douluo Continent.

And I, Qian Renxue, will sacrifice my life for my country!”

This was something no one had expected. Qianjun Jiangmo looked at Qian Renxue who stood up with her back to them. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something but couldn’t.

The little girl who grew up under the eyes of the seven priests has finally matured. It is time for her to make her own choice and pay the price for it.

All they can do now is to obey her decision and stand firmly behind her.

The two looked at each other, stood up, and led all the Titled Douluo to kneel on one knee in the direction of Qian Renxue and the angel statue.

“I will live and die with the Wuhun Empire.”

“it is good!”

The Spirit Empire’s soul master corps began to assemble, and under the leadership of Qian Renxue, they headed to Zhenxing City, ready to make a final desperate stand. Deep in the palace of the Spirit Empire, in a secret room, Bibi Dong, holding a long whip, looked at the two men hung on the wall by heavy chains, and seemed to have lost her previous interest.

The image of Qian Renxue leading the team kept appearing in her mind, and the scene of Qian Xunji torturing herself at the beginning kept interweaving, and pain spread in her heart.

“Damn it, why, why are you the daughter of that bastard.”

Bibi Dong angrily dropped the whip in her hand, and the Soul-Eating Spider King possessed her. Its two spider legs suddenly pierced through, ending the lives of the master and disciple on the wall.

Then she walked straight out of the secret room and headed towards Zhenxing City. She was the emperor of the Wuhun Empire, and no one could take it away without her permission.

The dark secret room was swept by Bibi Dong’s wild soul power. The chains that bound the master and disciple broke completely. Yu Xiaogang fell to the ground without life, ending his useless life.

And because he absorbed a lot of spider and venomous snake spirit rings, Tang San, who was barely left with one breath, crawled helplessly towards the door of the secret room, trying to find a glimmer of hope.

Unfortunately, Bibi Dong’s strength far exceeded his, and he eventually lost all his strength. He could only watch the iron gate not far away, but was unable to touch it.

No, it shouldn’t be like this. He should become the god of the sea and the master of this world.

He also wanted to promote hidden weapons and the Tang Sect in this world, so how could he die in this dirty secret room? He absolutely couldn’t do that.

Unfortunately, the law enforcement god in the divine world now is the God of Destruction, and he is not worthy of the God King Shura’s blatant violation of the rules of the divine world.

As for the Seagod, he had completely given up on Tang San, the so-called successor, the moment the high priest Bo Saixi died.

In the past, he just watched Shura choose Tang San and wanted to get involved. Now that Shura doesn’t care, why should he go against the God of Destruction for him?

Without the help of the gods behind him, Tang San was like a fish without water. He could only die alone in this deep secret room.

At the same time, outside the Wuhun Emperor City, Flanders, who had been waiting for Yu Xiaogang, suddenly felt a palpitation. He turned his head abruptly and looked in the direction of the palace, with crystal tears dripping down.

Those eyes that had always been full of mercenary were filled with sorrow for the second time. He had guessed this over the past few days, but he still held on to a glimmer of hope.

Now his hopes were completely shattered. He was the only one left of the former golden iron triangle, and the Flying Horn had nowhere to stay.

Flanders returned sadly to the outskirts of Soto City, which was the place where Shrek was originally founded and the starting point of his dream.

He built three cenotaphs here, one to bury his beloved Liu Erlong, one to bury his best friend Yu Xiaogang, and another to bury his lifelong dream.

In this way, Flanders leaned against the three tombstones, constantly recounting the past experiences of the three people, his tears wetting his clothes.

Gradually, his tears began to flow and two lines of blood flowed from his eye sockets. The four-eyed owl became a blind man who could not see.

But he seemed not to feel it, and kept talking about the past and the three people’s dreams, from his chivalrous deeds in the past to his current desolation.

“Erlong, Xiaogang, I seemed to have a dream. I dreamed that Shrek became the number one academy on the continent, and our statue stood in the middle of the academy, being admired by everyone.”

But how is this possible?

With his arms falling limply, Soul Saint Flanders died on this small hillside, and was buried here along with his love, friendship, and dreams.

(End of this chapter)