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"General, why don't we surrender? If we keep fighting, there's no way we'll survive. Besides, the other armies have already laid down their arms."
A vice-captain at the Soul King level, terrified out of his wits, rushed to the commander of the Imperial Guard to make his plea.
However, the commander of the Imperial Guard was a relative of the Heaven Dou royal family—and a Soul Sage, to boot. The vice-captain's plea enraged him.
He swung his arm and slapped the man across the face, roaring, "Other people are dying—so why don't you go die too!"
He held nothing back; the blow instantly swelled the vice-captain's face.
The vice-captain lowered his head, daring not to show a trace of dissatisfaction, though hatred flashed in his downcast eyes.
Of course you don't want to surrender—you're part of the royal clan. All the benefits go to you, and all the dirty work falls to us. If you weren't stronger than me, I'd have twisted your head off and used it as a token of surrender by now.
The general turned on the halted Imperial Guards and bellowed, "Advance! Anyone who disobeys will be executed, and their nine generations implicated!"
These Imperial Guards were handpicked by Emperor Xue Ye himself, each at least a four-ring Soul Ancestor.
Their families, under the guise of a "benefit," had all been moved to a bustling district for "protection." In truth, this was how Xue Ye controlled them. If any dared to defy an order, their kin would be used as leverage.
Hearing this, the Guards seethed with fury. But their families were in the hands of the Heaven Dou Empire. If they didn't follow orders now, their loved ones might truly be buried alongside them.
"Damn that Emperor Xue Ye. I knew he wasn't so 'kind'—he's been holding our families' lives over our heads."
"What can we do? If we don't obey, our families are dead."
"Dammit… the enemy is a Titled Douluo. Sending us in is suicide!"
The Imperial Guards wavered, unwilling to throw their lives away yet terrified for their families. They were like grass on a wall, swaying with the wind, paralyzed by indecision.
Wu Song did not strike immediately; he waited as they debated among themselves.
Suddenly, three blood-colored whirlwinds materialized on the battlefield, and a heavy, rancid stench of blood washed over the area.
"Jie jie jie… so this is what it feels like to see the light of day again? Basking in the sun is truly… satisfying."
Huang Da spread his pale, withered arms, soaking in the sunlight with a look of bliss.
Seeing this, Huang Er and Huang San cackled along with him. For decades they had hidden in a secret royal cellar; for the three brothers, sunlight had become an unattainable luxury.
Wu Song flicked a glance at the Three Huang Dogs, his mind filled with question marks.
Who are these three pieces of trash? With that pathetic level of strength, they dare to yap in front of me?!
While the crowd wondered, Emperor Xue Ye used a sound-amplifying soul tool to broadcast his voice across all of Heaven Dou City.
"Fear not, my soldiers! These three are the Supreme Elders of our Heaven Dou Empire. You will now witness their prowess. Our Heaven Dou Empire is second to none!"
The Three Huang Dogs played along perfectly. As the proclamation echoed across the city, they immediately released their martial souls and spirit rings.
In an instant, three canine phantoms—one yellow, one brown, one gray—loomed over the city. Then, twenty-seven spirit rings rose at their feet, and for a moment, they completely stole the show.
"Titled Douluo—they're Titled Douluo! The royal family's Supreme Elders are Titled Douluo!"
"Wonderful! Titled Douluo! We're saved!"
"Long live the Titled Douluo! Long live the Supreme Elders!"
Those who had been on the verge of surrender just moments before now erupted in cheers.
The Three Huang Dogs reveled in the adoration. Once, they were street rats everyone wanted to beat; the sudden change in status was enough to stir emotion in even these old monsters who had lived for decades, perhaps even a century.
Emperor Xue Ye watched the soaring morale of his guards and nodded, immensely satisfied with his past decision.
Let others call me mad; I laugh that they cannot see. Good or evil—if they can serve me, they are a sharp blade in my hand. With these three, I will take the first step toward unifying the continent!
No word had come from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect for a long time. He was convinced that the Upper Three Sects and Spirit Hall had perished along with the Tianlong Gang. The empire had spies monitoring Spirit Hall, and while they couldn't get inside, they could track its Titled Douluo.
When reports reached him that Spirit Hall's consecrated masters had been mobilized, he deduced that the Upper Three Sects and the Tianlong Gang had all been crushed. For Spirit Hall to devour such powerful forces, the cost must have been immense.
Wu Song's presence here, he concluded, meant that this elder of the Tianlong Gang had come seeking revenge for Lan Minghua. Emperor Xue Ye was certain this was what had transpired.
With that in mind, he sent a focused line of sound to the Three Huang Dogs.
"Gentlemen, it is time to display your power. My Imperial Guards' morale will soar, and unifying the continent will be only a matter of time!"
The Three Huang Dogs nodded subtly; they, too, looked forward to a unified continent. To them, Xue Ye was just a Soul King. Even on the throne, he was nothing but their puppet.
"Brothers, after hiding for so many years, it's time to shock the world. I wonder how many still remember the glorious name of the Three Huang Dogs!"
Huang Da barked, "Second Brother! Third Brother! Attack!"
"Yes, Big Brother!"
The moment the words were spoken, the Three Huang Dogs struck as one. In a flash, three streaks of light—yellow, brown, and gray—shot toward Wu Song from three different directions.
"Yellow Dog—Pissing Spray!"
"Brown Dog—Dung Pounce!"
"Gray Dog—Foul Wind!"
Seeing the unruffled Wu Song, Huang Da took him for an easy target and burst into a wild cackle.
"Jie jie jie—your bad luck, kid! Let your death remind the world of the Three Huang Dogs!"
Sensing their power level, Wu Song's face filled with question marks again.
"Seriously? The three of you have barely stepped into the Titled Douluo realm. Who gave you the courage to run your mouths? Was it that singer the Sect Master mentioned—Liang Jingru?"
It all happened in a flash. As the Imperial Guards stared in awe, the Three Huang Dogs were already upon Wu Song.
"Die, boy!"
The words had barely left his lips when Wu Song's fist shot upward, connecting with Huang Da's descending jaw.
Crunch. Huang Da's jaw caved in, and a moment later his skull exploded with a bang, spattering brains everywhere.
It wasn't over. Wu Song stepped forward and stomped on the head of the charging Huang Er, driving it into the ground. With a wet pop, it burst like a watermelon, his life extinguished.
Finally, Wu Song's hand shot out, his fingers like an eagle's talons clamping down on Huang San's skull.
He squeezed. Crack. The skull split into jagged pieces, and Huang San dropped dead.
The entire sequence happened in the span of a single breath—it was too fast, too brutal.
The Imperial Guards stared, their eyes wide and their mouths agape, large enough to fit a bowl-sized egg.
Wu Song looked utterly unimpressed. For the Three Huang Dogs, he had only two words:
"That's it?!"
(End of Chapter)