Dai Feng, deeply disappointed in Dai Mubai, returned to the study, stopped the Duchess at the door, sat alone in his chair, and fell into deep thought.
He couldn't understand how his third son had fallen into such a state. What he had just witnessed was completely unbelievable.
With the White Tiger Martial Spirit and an innate soul power of level nine—one level higher than Weiss—he could have become a Soul Douluo. Ruling over a region would have been no problem for him.
Yet, he lingered in brothels, his body ruined, infected with all sorts of issues. From Dai Feng's perception just now, his soul power was only slightly above level forty.
Weiss, who had less talent than him, had already become an Emperor Soul Master. The more Dai Feng compared them, the more disappointed he became.
He summoned his eldest son, Davis, and saw that he excelled in temperament, politics, and strength, which finally brought him some comfort.
As for Dai Mubai, he might as well be dead. The White Tiger Duke's Mansion could not have such a disgraceful son. Providing him with good food and drink was already the last act of mercy.
"Weiss, our Star Luo Empire will mobilize to fight the Wuhun Empire. Are you ready?"
"Always ready."
"Good, you are truly my son. This time, we will go to war together and plant the Star Luo Empire's flag in every corner of the Douluo Continent."
Without comparison, there is no pain. Dai Feng was very satisfied with his eldest son's response, and he had also made an initial decision regarding the heir to the White Tiger Duke's Mansion.
He then began reconnecting with officials at all levels. He was determined to fulfill his ancestors' wish to unify the Douluo Continent, even if the emperor was no longer of the Dai family.
The stronger the empire, the brighter the future of the White Tiger Duke's Mansion, which had the support of many nobles.
The Star Luo Empire's army began mobilizing, and powerful soul masters started gathering. Such a high-profile move could not be hidden from the Wuhun Empire, and Xu Mingxi never intended to hide it.
In this war, whether in high-end combat power or military strength, their Star Luo Empire had the upper hand and could crush the Wuhun Empire in one sweep.
He stood atop the walls of the Star Luo Imperial City, with Titled Douluo from various armies and Star Luo generals behind him.
"Fellow countrymen of the Empire, many people died in the battle of Tianxing City. This time, we will avenge them and bring them home. We will win this battle!!!"
"We will win!!!"
"We will win!!!"
The Star Luo army set out, led by Xu Mingxi and a corps of soul masters equipped with many soul guides.
Nothing could stop them, and they arrived at Tianxing City without hindrance—the place where the Star Luo Empire had previously defeated the Spirit Hall.
This time, they were determined to defeat the Wuhun Empire here and complete the unification of the Douluo Continent.
The Star Luo Empire was in high spirits, and every soul master longed either for revenge or to expand territory and be part of the historic unification of the continent.
The opposing Wuhun Empire was silent. Its two top leaders were already at odds even before the war started, which made Qianjun and Jiangmo Douluo despair.
"Bibi Dong, you were the one who said you wanted to build an empire, and now you're saying you want to abandon it. Are you worthy of the many soul masters who believe in you?"
"To achieve great things, one must use extraordinary means. I have completed the God's Trial. As long as I can become a god, the Wuhun Empire will rise again."
"You mean we should hide for now?"
"Correct."
"That's impossible. The Wuhun Empire is the Qian family's legacy, accumulated over thousands of years. It cannot be destroyed in my hands."
Qian Renxue immediately rejected Bibi Dong's proposal but then fell silent again, sitting dazed in her chair for a long time without speaking.
She knew very well that the only reason the Wuhun Empire hadn't collapsed immediately was Bibi Dong's unparalleled strength. Once she left, the massive empire would instantly fall apart.
But this was the Qian family—the Spirit Hall's legacy of thousands of years. How could they just give up? What would happen to the citizens and the soul masters who believed in them?
Bibi Dong played with her delicate nails, glanced at the hesitant Qian Renxue and the silent high-ranking officials of the Wuhun Empire below, and laughed coldly.
These people were the same as always—pretending to uphold the righteousness of the Angel God, but in secret, just a bunch of vile, shameless cowards.
Look at Chen Yan, already plotting his escape again. And Fiery Eagle Douluo—his family had been sent to the Star Luo Empire, who knows when.
"Qian Renxue, Qian Renxue, you want to protect the foundations of the Wuhun Empire, but have you asked if others are willing to die with you?
Perhaps compared to you, the people of the Wuhun Empire would rather be ruled by the Star Luo Empire. I heard they treat civilians well."
As the empress responsible for the entire Wuhun Empire, Bibi Dong's information didn't compare to Qian Renxue's, who was secluded and focused on strengthening her Angel Douluo powers.
But even from the intelligence her subordinates brought, Bibi Dong could see that the Wuhun Empire's last hope lay in defending the capital of Spirit Hall.
They had failed to decisively crush the Heaven Dou Empire before. Most capable soul masters and officials had already fled with the royal families of various nations. What remained were merely broken branches trying to cling to the big tree that was the Wuhun Empire.
Making money was easy, but managing an empire wasn't something Spirit Hall's soul masters—who only knew how to cultivate—could handle.
Moreover, remnants of the Heaven Dou Empire were still stirring unrest across the empire, seeking revenge for their homeland. They could neither be killed off nor silenced.
Comparing the intelligence of both empires, Bibi Dong could clearly see that the Star Luo Empire, which hadn't been through war, had far greater national strength.
If war broke out, the Wuhun Empire would be at a complete disadvantage—unless the soul guide fragments brought back by Lion Douluo and others could be developed into finished products. But that would take time.
Seeing that Qian Renxue was still sitting silently, Bibi Dong didn't want to waste any more words. Her goal was to use this time to break through level ninety-nine and become a god. The Wuhun Empire—this filthy thing—had to be destroyed.
"Qian Renxue, I will not participate in this war. With your strength, you're no match for the Star Luo Empire.
Rather than die in vain, you might as well hand the Wuhun Empire over to someone else. At least the soul masters and civilians won't have to suffer or die, right?"
Then, Bibi Dong left with a flick of her sleeve, leaving Qian Renxue and a few remaining Titled Douluo in the Elder Hall to stare at each other in silence.