Chapter 72: The Fall of the Capital, The Rise of a God
After the battle that day,
Qin Chuan led the 100-man team forward once more, still moving with their original momentum. Any city they passed through—if it resisted—would have its gates sliced open by a single sword.
But what he hadn't expected was—
Several cities didn't resist at all.
They hoisted white flags, opened their gates, and voluntarily surrendered.
Qin Chuan accepted all who came.
He immediately sent messengers back to Ge Long with orders to coordinate the transfer of Tiandou personnel to take over the surrendered cities.
After that, Qin Chuan no longer concerned himself with these details.
On the sixth day, they finally arrived before the gates of Xingluo City.
As the capital of the Xingluo Empire,
Xingluo City was undoubtedly the largest and most fortified in the entire nation. Its walls were constructed from solid blue granite—tall, thick, and nearly impervious even to modern siege weaponry.
When Qin Chuan's unit arrived,
the gates were sealed shut, and the battlements were lined with troops as far as the eye could see.
The Xingluo Emperor himself stood atop the tower, clad in gleaming silver armor—imposing and battle-ready.
Flanking him were the two remaining royal priests and three hundred elite Xingluo guards.
"Are you Qin Chuan?"
The Emperor stared down coldly.
Then his gaze fell on a familiar face—
Zhu Zhuqing, who had stepped out from the carriage beside Qin Chuan.
"A daughter of the Zhu family?"
The Emperor's tone turned frigid.
"You Zhu clan dare to collude with Tiandou? I will kill you myself."
"Your Majesty," Zhu Zhuqing responded firmly, "If I weren't here, would you still spare him?"
Her words were calm, but resolute.
From the beginning of the Gu-raising plan, she had been bound to Dai Mubai. Had she not stood out on her own, her fate would have been death either way. Now that Dai Mubai was dead, and knowing the Emperor's ruthless nature, she expected to be buried alongside him.
The Emperor sneered coldly.
"Then why not choose a way to die that might buy you something?"
Zhu Zhuqing drew a deep breath, her eyes sharp.
She wasn't fighting to die—she was fighting to live.
Whoever tried to take that away from her…
She would kill first.
Her father Zhu Jiunian had tried.
Now the Emperor?
No one would take her right to survive.
"Very well,"
The Emperor's voice was like ice.
"I will make you regret your decision."
Then he turned to Qin Chuan.
"And I will make you regret too. I'll make the entire Tiandou Empire regret this."
Before Qin Chuan could even speak,
the Emperor roared, "Archers! Loose! Kill them all!"
A dense volley of arrows rained from the towers.
But Qin Chuan simply raised his head slightly—
and in that instant, the entire space froze.
The rain of arrows stopped midair, suspended unnaturally.
The next moment, he hooked his finger—
and all the arrows reversed course.
Before the archers could even react,
the arrows shot back and pierced through their ranks like a torrential storm. Blood spilled across the battlements.
"Attack!"
The Emperor shouted again.
Three hundred Xingluo guards activated their spirit rings in unison, while the two remaining priests flanked the Emperor.
"Will the priests join me in slaying this enemy?" he asked.
"It would be our honor," one priest said confidently.
The four figures—three priests and the Emperor—leapt down from the walls and surrounded Qin Chuan.
Four Titled Douluo.
They struck in unison.
But Qin Chuan only shook his head in disappointment.
Then, raising his finger, he pointed at one of them.
A faint thread of light—the Holy Spirit Sword—shot forward.
It grew in an instant, manifesting into a blade-sized energy sword.
"Second Priest, watch out!" the Emperor warned.
Too late.
The sword pierced the priest's head effortlessly.
He collapsed—eyes wide with disbelief and horror.
"Bang—"
His body hit the ground, lifeless.
The Emperor was stunned.
Even so, he barked another order.
"First Priest, Fourth Priest—be careful!"
The two nodded grimly.
"Bang! Bang!"
They both exploded into mist.
The Emperor froze.
Terror gripped him.
He slowly turned to Qin Chuan, eyes bloodshot, lips trembling.
"You… Who… are you…"
"Bang—"
The Emperor's body also exploded, armor and all.
Torn apart in an instant.
The silence that followed was suffocating.
The silver fragments of armor clattered to the ground.
Blood mist lingered in the air.
Qin Chuan stood tall upon the cart's shaft, still and composed, as if nothing had happened.
But to everyone watching…
He had become a nightmare incarnate.
He had slain four Titled Douluo.
One of them—the Emperor himself.
Too shocking. Too unbelievable.
Then the soldiers on the tower snapped out of their stupor.
"His Majesty has fallen!"
"He killed the Emperor! Avenge him!"
"Archers, ready! Kill him!"
The remaining three hundred Xingluo guards went mad with rage.
They leapt from the walls like falling dumplings, rushing at Qin Chuan in a frenzied wave.
But just like the Douluo before them,
none could get close.
They exploded one after another.
Blood mist filled the air.
Horrific. Unimaginable.
The ordinary soldiers on the walls watched in horror.
Weapons slipped from their trembling hands.
The battlefield became eerily silent.
Only Qin Chuan's hundred elite armored soldiers still stood, unwavering, surrounding the carriage like loyal javelins—guarding their god.
Zhu Zhuqing seized the moment.
Her eyes flashed coldly as she stepped forward and shouted:
"Open the city gates and welcome the new emperor!"
"Anyone who resists will be executed!"
"Rebellion will be punished by exterminating your entire family!"
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