Douluo: I Can Raise Soul Beasts—and Make Them Super Evolve! Chapter 413 413: The Fall of the Sun-Moon Empire; Vengeance

But, back to the Sun-Moon Empire…

Su Wen's gaze turned cold.

That empire had been dancing at the edge of destruction for ages, just begging for him to co slap it down.

He'd once had a bit of goodwill toward the Sun-Moon Empire. After all, in the original stories, it was the only nation to successfully unify the whole continent.

Compared to the ancient, clan-ridden empires of Star Luo, Heavenly Soul, and Dou Ling, with their entrenched nobles and sectarian alliances, the Sun-Moon Empire was different.

After unification, they had even proposed the idea of a Federation — despite their own flaws, this achievent was worthy of praise.

But now, this bunch wanted him dead.

No — it had started long before.

So...he didn't mind if the continent's Federation flew a different flag — say, "Star Luo Federation." Sounds good, right?

To Su Wen, unifying the continent was the goal; who did it didn't matter.

As he kneaded the heavy "conscience" of Zhang Lexuan in his arms, he pondered.

The beautiful woman in his arms let out a soft hum.

Her hazy gaze turned to Su Wen's handso face, reaching out a delicate hand to stroke him.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I'm planning to visit the Sun-Moon Empire."

Su Wen spoke quietly.

"Are you going to destroy them?" Zhang Lexuan's eyes trembled, instantly turning sober. As Vice Dean of the Martial Soul Division, she was privy to frontline intelligence, and knew how outrageously the Sun-Moon Empire had been acting of late.

"Not quite…" Su Wen smiled.

"I'm not that bloodthirsty."

"But the ti has co to settle the debt from when the Sun-Moon nearly had killed, besieged and left for dead."

"Those bastards!" Zhang Lexuan's eyes flashed with killing intent. If not for Su Wen's godlike tricks back then, he would never have survived the attack involving Ultimate Douluo and a fleet.

"Should I co with you?" Zhang Lexuan asked.

"No need. You stay at the academy."

Su Wen thought for a mont.

Sun-Moon Empire.

The imperial palace.

Many top ministers gathered in the emperor's quarters, all talking at once about the coming war — two words sum it up:

All-out assault!

Once again, they would launch a war to stamp out the last remnants of the old continental powers!

Su Wen? What of him? What of Shrek Academy?

Could they possibly resist the might of our empire's 10th-level fixed soul-guided cannonballs?

Although the evil soul master group they'd given those weapons to hadn't acted yet, and recently even vanished, to them it just ant those cowardly soul masters were too scared to attack Shrek Academy at its core — chickening out after tossing just three cannonballs and fleeing.

Who knows where they were hiding with the empire's generous gifts.

"I say, maybe those guys just pocketed our military assets and are too afraid to avenge themselves on Shrek, like mice back to their forest hole," sneered an old man with white hair.

"If you wait for them to make a move, you'll be waiting forever!"

"Jiangnian, don't exaggerate…"

Another old man frowned.

"Heh. Then tell , why hasn't Ye Xishui been heard from since then? Not a word… Mice are mice — what can you expect?"

"Collaborated with Xu Tiannan back then, only to betray and inform on him in turn. Bunch of shortsighted fools…" Xu Jiangnian grunted.

"And now, neither Jing Hongchen nor that brat Su Wen are dead, and both have only gotten stronger."

"If we face him in open battle, how can we hope to kill him without relying on 10th-level soul guided bombs or group defense arrays?"

"…"

Everyone fell silent.

After all, not long ago, word ca from the front lines: the Evil King Soul Engineer Regint — a whole regint! — had been wiped out by a single man.

Nobody could understand why, but that guy had holed up in Shrek Academy ever since.

He was a monster, no doubt.

The Sun-Moon Empire had pressed him hard for years, even sending Ultimate Douluo and a mighty navy when he was just a Soul Sage; proof that they never underestimated him.

Yet he'd survived.

Now standing before them, proud and fearless.

What else could you say?

So nobody objected much to Xu Jiangnian's proposal to bomb him with 10th-level soul-guided cannonballs. The only concern was: what if it didn't work?

What if he survived and ca to Mingdu for revenge overnight?

"Old Kong, what do you say?" Xu Jiangnian turned to a tall elder at the head of the table.

Kong Deming tapped the table gently.

He shook his head.

"That kid… I can't see through him at all."

"My advice: withdraw, seal the capital, and let our descendants deal with the next continental war after he dies."

"That won't do at all!" Xu Jiangnian objected.

"Old Kong, you are no dove!"

"True, I've always been a hawk — anyone dared to ntion peace, I would kill them myself, but…"

Kong Deming gave a bitter laugh.

"Ever since he 'revived', I've been terrified — every analysis concludes the sa: his strength is far beyond Ultimate Douluo…"

"I fear even 10th-level soul-guided bombs won't kill him."

"Impossible?!!"

A collective gasp.

"It's not impossible…"

Kong Deming sighed and shook his head.

"Old Kong."

A low voice sounded beside Kong Deming — the quietly powerful figure spoke up, his tone bearing the weight of authority. "This battle must proceed."

"We've already provoked Shrek Academy — there's no turning back."

"Tomorrow, the attack begins — we strike at Star Luo again."

"Lay bait for Su Wen, then concentrate fire to kill him."

"Once he's dead, nothing stands in the empire's way…"

"But—" Kong Deming smiled bitterly, about to protest.

A calm voice suddenly sounded from outside.

"So, you hold such a grudge against Su Wen…"

A youth — inappropriately young and handso — pushed the wooden door open and walked in, unrushed.

With the corner of their eyes, they could see the palace maids and guards collapsed outside, all unconscious.

"Who are you?!" barked an elder, his voice high but tinged with guilt.

Friend or foe? It remained to be seen.

"And after cursing so much, you don't even know what I look like? How laughable."

Su Wen glanced at the white-haired elder, his eyes twinkling with mockery.

"You…"

"You're Su Wen?!!"

Everyone's faces changed dramatically, several of them scrambling behind Kong Deming, gone was their earlier arrogance.

The Sun-Moon Empire's pillar, their one trump card.

Kong Deming fixed Su Wen with a steady gaze and slowly rose.

"Old Kong, your reputation precedes you."

"The question is, can you save these n from today?"

"You an to kill them?" Kong Deming frowned.

"They are the backbone of the empire. Could you spare them? I'll give you anything in exchange."

Su Wen shook his head with a smile.

"Then I'll die in their place," Kong Deming said solemnly.

Still, Su Wen shook his head. "Not enough."

"So there's no choice…" Kong Deming said gravely.

"You gave no choice back then, did you?"

Su Wen sighed and shook his head.

He waved his hand lightly; the door behind him closed slowly.

Monts later, bright red blood seeped from the crack, screams sounded — not the chaos of a lee but one-sided slaughter.

When the door was pushed open again,

A grueso scene greeted the eye.

The Sun-Moon Emperor sat pale and shaking in the royal seat, face ashen with terror.

Around him, all the empire's champions — the pillars of the realm, even Kong Deming — lay lifeless.

The absurdly young man, as immaculate as when he arrived, with not a spot of blood on his sleeves, walked out with a smile.

Even as he survived,

He understood, deep down,

The Sun-Moon Empire had fallen…