Douluo Continent: The Evil-Eyed Dragon God, Many Women, Many Blessings

He Caitou murmured, "The Royal Soul Master Corps, this is one of the true core forces of the Sun Moon Empire."

"Hmm? The Royal Soul Master Corps, approximately how many people are there?" Huo Yuhao suddenly remembered He Caitou's identity and looked at him curiously.

He Caitou was also looking at him. At this moment, the dark-skinned, burly man was no longer the simple-minded man he had been before; a shrewd glint was flashing deep in his eyes.

"The Royal Soul Master Corps only has one thousand people, and this is already half of their strength. They are all composed of Soul Masters above the Soul Emperor level, equipped with the most sophisticated Soul Guidance Devices."

"The division commander is a level nine soul master who only accepts orders from the emperor of the empire. He is the ace of ace, and his importance to the Sun Moon Empire's royal family is second only to the Royal Hall."

"The emperor is traveling? I remember the emperor of the Sun Moon Empire has always been seriously ill in bed?" Huo Yuhao thought to himself.

Just then, a group of people arrived from afar, also escorted by the Royal Soul Master Corps. A procession of carriages came to the foot of the platform.

The procession was entirely golden, with the lead carriage, pulled by thirty-two horned-scaled horses, resembling a small palace.

Following behind were guards and a large number of officials from the Sun Moon Empire, dressed in magnificent robes and official attire.

The imperial carriage stopped in front of the platform, and two maids standing on it lifted the curtain embroidered with anemone lotus patterns.

Immediately afterwards, a wheelchair was pushed out, and a handsome young man sat in it.

Upon seeing him, Huo Yuhao suddenly realized: "So it's this guy. It seems his control over the Sun Moon Empire is even deeper than I imagined."

The imperial carriage was reserved for emperors, and Xu Tianran's open use of it clearly signified what he was doing.

Immediately afterward, Huo Yuhao's gaze sharpened again.
He was shocked to see that the person pushing the wheelchair was none other than Ju Zi, dressed in palace attire.

Orange is still as beautiful as ever, and her skin seems even more delicate.

After a long absence, her beautiful eyes held a new air of authority; her gaze flashed, making her appear as noble as an empress.

"Greetings to the Regent, greetings to the Regent's Consort." Apart from the Royal Soul Master Corps deployed for defense, all the officials present knelt down and paid their respects to Crown Prince Xu Tianran.

Regent's Wife?

Huo Yuhao's lips curled up slightly.

It's probably Plato's wife!

Just as Huo Yuhao was still joking, Ju Zi had already pushed Xu Tianran into a soul tool elevator.

Behind him, Jing Hongchen and four other elderly men also followed him onto the elevator.

As the elevator ascended, people in the distance could see the young regent, and cheers erupted one after another.

This Crown Prince seems to be quite popular.

Looking at the scene before him, Huo Yuhao shook his head regretfully.

This Xu Tianran already possesses the bearing of a powerful and ruthless figure, and he feels somewhat similar to Li Shimin from his previous life.

It's a pity that because of his physical disability, Xu Tianran's mind was twisted, and compared to Emperor Taizong of Tang, he was far too sinister and tyrannical.

The other officials watched Xu Tianran ascend the platform. They naturally did not have the privilege of using the elevator, but instead climbed the steps along one side of the platform.

Xu Tianran's arrival also means that this continent's elite competition for young advanced soul masters is about to begin.

Orange pushed Xu Tianran to the center of the podium. She did not sit down, but stood next to Xu Tianran. The Princess Regent refused to sit down, and the other ministers naturally did not dare to sit down after they came up panting, so they all stood on the rostrum.

Xu Tianran nodded to Ju Zi and another man in black wearing a cloak.

"Silence." A deep voice suddenly rang out, and a powerful aura instantly spread throughout the entire venue.

The moment the sound appeared, everyone felt a sudden darkness before their eyes, as if dark clouds were pressing down on them, and even their breathing became rapid.

All the murmurs vanished instantly in that low voice, and the hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians in the entire competition venue and spectator area became completely silent in an instant, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

What kind of power is this?!

It was able to generate such terrifying pressure, making hundreds of thousands of people tremble with its power.

Is this level of strength truly attainable by a Soul Master?
All the participating teams were shocked. They had never known that the Sun Moon Empire had such a powerful peak Soul Master!

Huo Yuhao raised an eyebrow. Others might not know who this man in the black cloak was, but he knew very well because he had heard that voice before: Dark Holy Dragon, Dragon Emperor Douluo Long Xiaoyao!

After uttering those two words that stunned everyone present, the figure in the black cloak quietly disappeared.

The entire venue fell silent. Only then did Ju Zi slowly step forward and approach the soul-guided megaphone that had been prepared beforehand. Her melodious voice resounded throughout the venue.

If Long Xiaoyao's voice is a display of supreme strength...

Therefore, the orange's voice is a demonstration of the high technology of the Sun Moon Empire's soul tools.

"Citizens of the Sun Moon Empire and guests from afar, on behalf of His Highness the Regent, I welcome you all. At the same time, on behalf of His Highness the Regent, I hereby declare the Continental Elite Youth Advanced Soul Master Tournament to begin."

The opening remarks were very simple, without any unnecessary words or high-sounding official rhetoric.

This is Xu Tianran's style: everything is based on strength. In his view, talking nonsense is just a waste of time.

"Long live the Regent. Long live the Regent. Long live the Regent." The people of the Sun-Moon Empire knelt on the ground and saluted the Regent, who was in a wheelchair but was about to ascend the throne to become the new generation of emperor.

Xu Tianran, still smiling, sat in his wheelchair and extended his right hand to Ju Zi, who had returned to his side.

Ju Zi placed her right hand in his palm, then sat down next to him, a faint smile on her pretty face.

Xu Tianran patted her hand, said nothing, and calmly looked at the competition stage below.

"My beloved subjects, please take your seats," Xu Tianran said calmly.

Only then did the ministers of the Sun and Moon Empire dare to sit down. Each seat had a corresponding nameplate, and they could not sit in the wrong seat, as each seat corresponded to the minister's rank.

Sitting on the other side of Regent Xu Tianran was not Jing Hongchen, the head of Mingde Hall, nor the man in the black cloak, but a middle-aged man wearing a black robe with gold trim.

The man was expressionless and pale. What was even stranger was that there seemed to be a layer of mist over his face, making it impossible to see his features clearly.

Mingde Hall Master Jing Hongchen sat on the other side of the orange.

"Now, the competition rules will be read."

A loud voice rang out, followed by the public reading of the rules for this competition.

Each team already knew that this announcement was specifically for the audience to understand, so that they could better comprehend the competition. (End of Chapter)