Chapter 71: The Wrath of a God
"He doesn't want to come back."
"So I can only chop off his head and bring it back to you."
Qin Chuan spoke calmly.
But those words completely enraged the 100,000 border troops of the Xingluo Empire and the 200 elite Xingluo guards.
Murderous intent surged, and the oppressive aura of steel and warhorses soared into the heavens.
"Prepare to fire!"
On the city tower, Ge Long shouted with all his might, sweat dripping from his forehead.
His heart trembled—too arrogant, too fearless!
"Damn it!"
"Kill him!"
Duanmu Luo was equally infuriated.
To speak so indifferently about severing the second prince's head was a direct slap to his face.
The command was given.
Behind him, 200 Xingluo guards released their martial spirits in unison and charged at Qin Chuan and his group with deadly momentum.
"Prepare for battle!"
"Leave no one alive!"
The commander of the 100,000-strong border force followed suit.
"Kill!!"
Thunderous hooves shook the earth, like the collapse of mountains and the surge of tsunamis. The killing intent roared toward the heavens.
A black tide of soldiers charged forward, endless and overwhelming—a horrifying sight.
"Miss, what should we do…"
"We shouldn't have come…"
Deacon Liu despaired but ultimately shouted,
"Release your martial spirits—kill the enemy!"
And by "enemy," he meant the two hundred Xingluo guards and the hundred thousand border troops.
"We've lost…"
Zhu Zhuqing's face turned pale, despair filling her heart.
If this gamble failed, there would be no second chance.
"Fight!"
Only Ye Lingling and over a hundred elite armored soldiers remained resolute.
They had followed Qin Chuan all the way.
To them, he was already a god.
So their hearts remained unshaken.
The war erupted completely!
But in the next instant—
The two hundred Xingluo guards, who had just released their martial spirits and surged ahead, exploded on the spot.
Their hot blood splattered like crimson paint.
It splashed on Duanmu Luo, freezing him in place like someone had hit a pause button.
He stood there, horrified and trembling.
Zhu Zhuqing, Deacon Liu, and the others were also stunned.
This scene—too overwhelming.
Too terrifying.
Too godlike.
"Duanmu, why are you just standing there?"
Qin Chuan's cold voice echoed with teasing malice—like that of a demon.
Duanmu Luo turned, wanting to flee.
But the next moment, a dreadful force enveloped his body.
His blood roared.
A terrifying bloodline suppression crushed him from within.
His blood burst through vessels, rampaging through his body before tearing out violently.
Duanmu Luo turned his head with difficulty, his face contorted, eyes pleading.
He knew he had made a grave mistake.
A terrible, irreversible mistake.
This was far beyond the realm of a newly ascended Titled Douluo.
Even a Peerless Douluo at level 99 might not stand a chance.
"Boom—"
Duanmu Luo's body exploded on the spot.
Dead!
Deacon Liu and the others stood frozen.
Some had released their martial spirits but now just stood there, stunned.
This shock was incomparable.
That was a level 94 Titled Douluo.
In the Xingluo Royal Family, he was a cornerstone.
And he died—so quietly, so easily.
But it wasn't over.
Qin Chuan slowly turned toward the oncoming tide of 100,000 troops.
He frowned slightly, as if troubled.
"There are too many of them."
Zhu Zhuqing and the others thought he finally felt pressured.
Until he continued,
"If I kill them all, the karmic sin might be too great."
Their eyes widened.
He wasn't afraid of them—
He was considering the consequences of killing too many at once?!
Puff puff puff—
Another shocking sight unfolded.
Rows of frontier soldiers charging forward began to fall like wheat.
Corpses piled upon each other.
Rivers of blood flowed between them, soaking the battlefield.
The sight made the remaining soldiers freeze.
That wall of corpses became an impassable barrier.
Anyone who crossed it—
Lost their head.
Someone stumbled past the line. His head flew instantly.
The terror was absolute.
Tens of thousands of soldiers dared not take another step.
Bravery crumbled under the weight of death.
"Advance another step… and die."
Qin Chuan's voice rang out again, calm but thunderous in their ears.
The courage of the soldiers evaporated.
But someone still tried to shout:
"Don't retreat!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Explosions erupted among the ranks again—bodies bursting into blood mist.
Panic spread.
No one dared move.
Until the supreme commander of the army exploded on the spot—
Only then did the border soldiers collapse.
A complete rout!
Like mountains crumbling.
Tens of thousands fled madly.
On the tower, Ge Long trembled.
He won—again!
He looked at the figure standing tall on the cart shaft.
His eyes were filled with fire and fanaticism.
"God…"
Suddenly, Ge Long raised his hands and shouted with all his strength,
"God!"
"God!"
"God!"
The six thousand soldiers echoed, howling with fervent worship.
"God…"
Zhu Zhuqing murmured, turning to look at Qin Chuan's profile.
Her heart stirred.
As for Deacon Liu and his men?
They had collapsed from their horses, trembling in sweat beneath Qin Chuan's feet.
Aftermath
This battle—
The death of Xingluo Royal Worshiper Duanmu Luo.
The complete annihilation of the elite 200 Xingluo guards.
Of the 100,000 border troops, fewer than ten thousand could be regrouped.
Not all had died.
Many were disabled or fled as deserters.
But no matter the count—
This was a crushing defeat for the Xingluo Empire.
When the news reached Xingluo City, the court fell into stunned silence.
The officials turned pale.
The Xingluo Emperor overturned his table in rage.
"I don't believe it!"
"Unless that man is a god, I refuse to believe it!"
"Even a Super Douluo couldn't accomplish this!"
"I will personally lead the expedition!"
Nine soul rings rose around the emperor.
A tiger's roar echoed from within him—fierce and wild.
"Your Majesty…"
A court official tried to speak.
Boom!
The emperor punched the man's head to pieces.
"No one can stop me!"
He glared at the court, eyes burning.
"This great humiliation will only be cleansed in blood!"
"After I kill those hundred people, I will march on Tiandou and wipe them out!"
But at that moment—hurried footsteps echoed outside.
"Report—!"
A sharp, dragging voice like a death knell sounded:
"The hundred-man team from the Tiandou Empire… has arrived outside Xingluo City."
"All cities in their path have fallen!"
Boom!
The emperor's fist exploded another head.
He turned, eyes bloodshot—
"Battle!!"