Douluo: The First Empire

Lu Yu didn't pay attention to them at all. He sat on the comfortable rest chair like no one else, took out Sijuan from the soul guide and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

But the two soul masters behind him also brought great confidence to the stewards of the Great Soul Fighting Arena. Seeing Lu Yu's arrogance and arrogance, they sneered disdainfully and took a sip of the hot tea on the table.

After moistening his throat, the manager of the Great Fighting Spirit Arena said calmly:

"How about we end it here today? It's a full 67 gold soul coins, and the big soul fighting arena is already broken. Just think that we have a good relationship with the person behind you."

The soul saint behind the supervisor, who did not conceal his aura, stepped forward, placed several gold soul coin bills next to Lu Yu, and then returned behind the supervisor.

Lu Yu glanced at it casually, 170 million gold soul coins.

The director of the fighting spirit arena continued to say hypocritically:

"I made it all together, and the rest is a personal gift from me. I just hope that you can help explain the fighting spirit field."

How could Lu Yu care about such a bribe? Then he quickly put the gold soul coin receipt into the soul guide. If you are not a family member, you don't know how expensive food, rice, oil and salt are. If you are not in charge of the army, you don't know how expensive food, grass and weapons are.

If the cost of the Zhuge Divine Crossbow hadn't been too exaggerated, Lu Yu would have relied on Tiandou Bank, which made thousands of dollars a day, why would he have had to worry about money.

The cost of just one Zhuge Divine Crossbow is as high as 27 gold soul coins, not including the crossbow arrows and subsequent maintenance. If you want to equip the entire Peacock Army with such a heavy weapon, the cost is exaggerated.

Seeing Lu Yu put away the gold soul coin, the fat steward forced a smile on his face, but there was still a cold light like a poisonous snake hidden under the smile.

The fat steward quickly stood up, made a gesture of invitation, and said with a smile on his face:

"I'm here to see you off."

"Send me off? I'm afraid you want to send me off." Lu Yu sneered in his heart.

After Lu Yu put away the gold soul coins, he completely ignored the manager. He took out the sealed fruit tea from the soul guide and took a sip to replenish water. A fierce battle was about to begin soon.

Seeing that Lu Yu didn't move at all, the fat steward's eyes became more and more gloomy. He quietly made a gesture behind his back. The two soul saints passed the fat steward and approached Lu Yu step by step.

The two Soul Saints were full of confidence. After all, they were only dealing with one Soul Lord. No matter how powerful they were, they planned to use the toughest attitude to kill this ungrateful Soul Lord.

Lu Yu was still relaxed and at ease at this time. He put down the glass milk tea cup in his hand and tapped the table with the knuckles of his index and middle fingers. At the same time, a faint soul power barrier unfolded.

"Boom."

"Pfft."

"Boom, boom."

The sound of knuckles tapping on the table, the sound of sharp weapons cutting flesh and blood, the sound of blood splattering, and the sound of heads falling to the ground were all heard together.

The soul power barrier was lifted, and the blood was blocked three feet in front of Lu Yu. At this time, Lu Yu's expression was still dull, but there was a man in black behind him with an extremely dangerous aura.

The fat steward of the Soul Fighting Arena was already paralyzed on the ground, his eyes were dull, and the Soul Saint's blood and his urine gathered in the same place.

The scene became so bloody and dirty that Lu Yu had no intention of drinking tea and just waited for the arrival of the rightful owner.

Not long after, a figure followed the smell of blood and entered the room. The person was tall and powerful. From the appearance, he was about 50 years old, with a pair of eagle eyes shining brightly.

The real master of the Great Soul Fighting Arena - Eight-ringed Soul Douluo, a non-fiefless, non-hereditary count, Chu Shen.

After Chu Shen came in, he glanced around briefly and understood the situation. He turned around and hit the fat steward's Tianling Cap with his palm, causing him to close his eyes forever in a coma.

Lu Yu had no intention of stopping him at all, and looked at Chu Shen with a smile on his face that showed success.

Chu Shen, who had killed an important subordinate, turned to look at Lu Yu, his eyes full of anger and unwillingness, but he still bowed respectfully and said:

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I am lax in my duties and have frightened you."

Seeing this "upright and awe-inspiring", "loyal to the emperor" and "loyal minister" in such a miserable state, even a thoughtful person like Lu Yu was filled with joy.

This 'great loyal minister' has been lurking for more than 20 years. Ten years ago, he brought several border armies, including the Peacock Army, with evidence of private military expansion, in exchange for his own glory and wealth.

Except for the Peacock Army, which is the pillar of the country, several other armies have been forced to reduce their troops a lot.

The result was that the White Tiger Emperor of the Star Luo Empire led his army to personally attack the pass. This battle lasted for two full years, with more than a million casualties on both sides. Even the Peacock Army's coach, Lu Yu's father, was severely wounded by the White Tiger Emperor. In the end, he was still in the military Under the adjustment of the Soul Palace, this battle over the fate of the country was terminated.

How much military pay can the Tiandou Empire's weak treasury provide? How many military establishments can it have? If we don't rely on various armies to expand their army, who can resist the powerful Star Luo Empire?

Lu Yu's expression became colder and he said in a deep voice:

"Chu Shaojun, now you are so majestic and so daring in Tiandou City that you dare to assassinate even my heir apparent. Do you dare to assassinate even Emperor Xue Ye?"

Chu Shen was no longer fierce and arrogant. He knelt down in a hurry and begged for mercy:

"Your Highness, please spare your life. Your Highness, please spare your life. I definitely don't have such treacherous thoughts. My subordinate was replaced by someone else. This matter has absolutely nothing to do with me."

What frightened Chu Shen the most was not the unwarranted assassination of Emperor Xue Ye, but the title Chu Shaojun, which was Chu Shen's military position in the Peacock Army.

Chu Shen, who had fought in the Peacock Army, was more aware of the terror of the Peacock Guards, and did not even dare to tell Emperor Xue Ye about such a force that could threaten the throne.

Even if he handed over the intelligence of several armies at the border and offended all the military dignitaries, he would not dare to offend the Peacock Guards at all.

No one dares to personally test whether the Peacock Guard will poison your food, stab you in the anus when you poop, or even scare you during sex so that you will never be able to be tough again.

Lu Yu, who wanted something else for the time being, was not aggressive and talked about some unimportant things.

"I heard that Chu Shaojun's fighting spirit arena is running well?"

"The current management is pretty good. If the prince wants it, he will be yours now."

Lu Yu waved his hand, indicating that it was not necessary, it was just a fighting spirit arena with a "not very good" ability to make money.

"How many people are currently willing to participate in a death match?"

Lu Yu's questions were always beyond Chu Shen's expectations, but he still answered truthfully:

"Currently, there are 278 death fighting soul masters in the soul fighting arena, and the one with the highest soul power level is the soul emperor level."

Soul Saints are masters wherever they go, and there is no need to tie their heads to their belts to make money, except for the kind of murderous Soul Masters who don't care about their own lives at all.

"Call all the Soul Master-level Death Fight Soul Masters."

Chu Shen's head was running at full speed, thinking about Lu Yu's idea. Did he need soul-level dead soldiers? The Peacock Secret Guard was indeed not that weak.

No matter how hard Chu Shen thought about it, he could not imagine that Lu Yu was participating in the death fight for himself. There was no sense of danger in competitive fighting, and even his opponents would deliberately avoid the fatal spot.

For example, the claw of the "violent bear" did not hit Lu Yu's head, and the shot of the "silver gun" also failed to aim at the vital point.

Such a battle would not serve as a training exercise at all, nor would it allow Lu Yu to adapt to the killing city.

As a man who seeks stability in everything but has great ambitions, Lu Yu understands that the Killing City is an unavoidable level, so how to get through this level steadily and safely has become the primary problem.

The reason why he had to go around in such a big circle was, firstly, to teach Chu Shen, the 'rebellious minister', and secondly, because Lu Yu did not want to directly participate in the death fight, which would reveal that he wanted to practice his soulless fighting skills.

Others may not understand the usefulness of this technique, but Bibi Dong and Tang Hao, who have passed the level of Killing City, must understand that in order to keep a steady hand, Lu Yu has to hide behind the scenes.

(End of chapter)

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