Chương 847: Chapter 844: The Madness of the Avalanche_1

"Are you trying to stop me?" Xu Ran looked disdainfully ahead.

If he truly became enraged, he could easily slaughter everyone here to the last man.

However, he did not like to kill the innocent; slaughtering too many of the weak would only soil his hands.

A powerful pressure emanated from Xu Ran's body, pressing down on those in front of him.

The surrounding troops, feeling this pressure, looked at Xu Ran with horror and knelt down one after another.

In just a short period of time, everyone was kneeling before Xu Ran.

Everyone felt tingling in their scalp, not daring to look directly at Xu Ran's face.

Xu Ran's strength had long been beyond human contestation.

Even if confronted with a million-strong army, they would only be slaughtered to the last man, which might cause Xu Ran some trouble. But it would be just that, some trouble.

To become a god is to be different from a Soul Master.

Perhaps even a level 99 Titled Douluo would feel chills running down their spine when facing a million battle-hardened troops. In fact, the fighting power of the armies on the Soul Land Continent was certainly not low, especially as there were Soul Masters within the army who could maximize the military's strength.

A Soul Master, if exhausted, would not have a strong flesh.

Even a Titled Douluo would be worn down by a powerful army.

But Xu Ran had long surpassed the limits of a Soul Master.

No amount of troops could stop Xu Ran.

"This… Lord Xu Ran, as you wish," the elder felt tingling in his scalp. He felt as though there was a mountain in front of him. The gap in strength was too terrifying.

He thought that if Xu Ran struck him, he might not last even one move.

He had heard before of Xu Ran's unmatched strength, having reached the limit of a Titled Douluo, and even the legendary realm.

At that time, he was half-skeptical.

He even thought the rumors were false.

If he had known Xu Ran was truly so strong, he would never have thought of opposing him.

Now, although the outside world highly praised Xu Ran, no one knew Xu Ran's true strength. They didn't know that Xu Ran could disregard even the gods. Otherwise, they wouldn't dare to oppose Xu Ran even if they had ten times the courage.

Although in that great battle in Spirit City, Xu Ran and Tang San's fight shocked many and revealed Xu Ran's strength,

it was precisely Xu Ran's terrifyingly formidable performance in that battle that led to his mythologization.

Those who had never Cultivated revered Xu Ran greatly.

But those with strong "Cultivation Levels" were skeptical, not believing the rumors because they were too far-fetched for them. They felt that the levels they could not reach were also unattainable for others. Hence, although Xu Ran had a resounding reputation across the Continent, in reality, many people still doubted his strength.

Unless Xu Ran really stood before them exhibiting his heaven-defying strength, many would continue to disbelieve.

Because, at present, Xu Ran was not even twenty years old.

"Xu Ran." In front, a man in a Dragon Robe stepped out, at his side was the tear-stained Xue Ke.

Xue Ke wore a noble royal gown, the red bodice accentuated her erect front. Her figure was graceful. She looked at Xu Ran sadly, her eyes misting with tears.

Previously, she had always been the favorite daughter of Emperor Xue Ye.

The princes learned to vie for the throne from a young age, but Xue Ke was different; her status as a princess meant she would not be caught up in royal power struggles. Thus, even when Qian Renxue had been masquerading as Qing He, she had not laid a finger on Xue Ke.

And when Emperor Xue Ye decided to pass the Tiandou Empire into Xue Ke's hands, her inevitable entanglement in the royal power struggle was sealed.

This struggle was about more than just Xue Ke and Xue Bing's fight for power.

It fundamentally involved the Imperial relatives of the Xue Family. If Xue Ke ascended to the throne and her descendants with Xu Ran inherited the rightful throne in the future, it would deal a devastating blow to the Xue Family's clan. The offspring of Xu Ran and Xue Ke would undoubtedly lean towards the Xu Family, and the political power of these Imperial relatives of the Xue Family would not be guaranteed.

For this very reason, so many supported Xue Bing's premature palace coup and rebellion.

They cared not for the stability of the Empire.

If the Empire wasn't under their control, what significance did its peace hold for them?

"Xu Ran…" Xue Ke looked at Xu Ran, not knowing what to say. In this moment, having witnessed the bloodshed of the royal household, she was utterly disillusioned with royal kinship. Indeed, if it weren't for Xu Ran, she would have been forced into marriage with someone she disliked, doomed to unhappiness for life.

This is the inevitable fate of the royal family.

"Don't be afraid, I am here," Xu Ran comforted.

He looked coldly at Xue Bing.

"Xue Bing, if you realize your mistakes and return to the right path, I can still spare your life," Xu Ran said indifferently.

Speaking of which, he had to thank Xue Bing. Otherwise, he really didn't know what to do. It was a good thing that Emperor Xue Ye was dead, to avoid a difficult situation later on.

Since it was Xue Bing who killed Emperor Xue Ye, Qian Renxue and Bi Bidong could not be blamed.

"Xu Ran, don't play the hypocrite before me. You just want to steal our Xue Family's Empire," Xue Bing retorted sharply.

"This Empire belonged to my Xue Family. There is no other prince beneath my father; I am the rightful heir to the Empire. Even if my methods of seizing the Empire are bloody, you have no say in it," Xue Bing said, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at Xu Ran.

The moment he donned the Dragon Robe, he had descended into madness.

Just the thought of the entire Empire belonging to him excited him beyond measure.

All reason was devoured by desire.

For Xue Bing and the others, the temptation of the Empire was far too great.

To become the sovereign of a nation, command the world, beauties, wealth, and even the allegiance of Titled Douluos required bending the knee to them.

Under such temptations, anyone would go mad.

"I am not interested in your so-called Empire," Xu Ran frowned.

From the beginning, he had little interest in these powers.

This was a world of martial arts. As long as one's strength was formidable, one could have everything. Being an emperor was not as carefree as those peerless experts.

In other words, the women within the imperial palace seemed to Xu Ran as nothing more than gaudy trinkets, a far cry from those in his "Harem."

The goddesses of the Divine Realm, however, were a different story.

"If you don't wish to take the throne, then leave at once. As long as you depart and don't interfere with my succession, I will not lay a hand on you," Xue Bing watched Xu Ran with icy eyes. His hands clenched, eyes blood-red.

He would kill anyone who dared to block his ascension to the throne.

He didn't care about any invincible genius.

All he wanted was the Empire.

He wanted to control everything in the Empire — power, beauties, he wanted it all.

"Xue Bing, you will suffer retribution. To stop at nothing for the throne, even killing our own father, you're not human," Xue Ke said through tears, looking at the nearly crazed Xue Bing.

She felt hopeless, realizing that anyone touched by the throne would only have their inner darkness magnified, eventually becoming controlled by their own desires.

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