Douluo: Unbeatable from Capturing a Goddess

Several streaks of light from the Martial Soul Hall flew over and arrived in an instant.

There were four figures in total, all of them with avian martial souls.

The leader appeared aged, dressed in fine clothes, with a pair of Dragon Wing Martial Soul shadows on his back. His face bore a look of cold arrogance, and his narrow eyes twinkled with a cunning green light.

He was none other than the Silver Armor Soul King's mention of Platinum Bishop Palas, an eighty-five level Soul Douluo.

His face dark with anger, he scanned the surroundings, taking in both the Silver Armored Knights kneeling on the ground and his nephew, who had been sent sprawling by Luo Yu.

Fury burning inside him, he was about to start a big fight, but upon noticing Luo Yu's extraordinary bearing and appearance, a moment of hesitation crossed the depths of his eyes. He quickly suppressed his anger, appearing as calm as a still well.

"Pah! Will you not release me?"

Beneath Luo Yu's foot, the Silver Armor Soul King spat out the blood from his mouth and shouted urgently:

"Uncle! This brat is disrespectful to everyone, he looks down on our Martial Soul Hall's dignity. Finish him off quickly!!"

"Noisy!"

Luo Yu's brows flashed with impatience, and he casually dug his ear.

He tilted his foot up and kicked the Silver Armor Soul King in the stomach, sending his body flying into the air like a broken sack.

With a "thud," he fell to the ground, landing precisely at the feet of Platinum Bishop Palas.

A flicker of anger passed through the depths of Palas's eyes, but he didn't erupt, only glancing down at the sorry state of his nephew before retracting his gaze and smiling ingratiatingly at Luo Yu.

"I wonder from which sect the young friend comes. My nephew has greatly offended, please be forgiving."

Luo Yu's eyes sparkled faintly. This old guy seemed to be quite interesting.

Any other person couldn't have endured his provocation just now, yet this old guy actually managed to suppress his rage and greeted him normally?

"Without a sect, a lone rogue," Luo Yu replied indifferently. "As for what happened here, don't ask me. Ask the one under your feet."

Upon hearing the dismissive and indifferent tone of the young man opposite him, a vicious light passed through Palas's eyes, still without eruption. He took a deep breath and forced a smile.

"The young friend must be joking. I am well aware of the strength of my nephew. You managed to take them down easily, so you must come from an extraordinary background! If he has done wrong, I offer you an apology on his behalf."

Luo Yu chuckled, "Well, it seems that the Martial Soul Hall isn't entirely comprised of bad eggs; there are indeed some with sense."

The corner of Palas's eye twitched unnaturally.

His teeth itched with hatred. Such arrogance from this lad.

Who was he? A Platinum Bishop of the Martial Soul Hall, his authority topped only by the Elders.

The Sect Masters of the Lower Four Sects would have to treat him with great respect upon seeing him. When had he ever been treated with such disrespect, especially by a mere youth?

He restrained his impulse to act rashly, choosing caution until he had a clear understanding of the situation.

"Get up and explain yourself!" Palas ordered, manifesting a large hand with his soul power to grab the Silver Armor Soul King by the neck and drag him to his feet.

"Uncle, why are you hitting me? Hit him! This brat doesn't have a pass, he is insolent towards our Martial Soul Hall, and to top it off, he slandered the Empress. He deserves death!!"

"Slap!"

A heavy slap landed on his face, and Palas said coldly, "Stop your nonsense. Apologize to our guest!"

The Silver Armor Soul King was shocked... What was happening?

Luo Yu folded his arms, his mouth curving in amusement. He was curious to see what sort of tricks this old fox would play.

He had just caught the fierce look in the other's eyes, and didn't believe they would just let things go so easily.

"Apologize!" Palas said with a threatening cold voice.

The Silver Armored Knight, confusion in his eyes, but not daring to disobey, reluctantly bowed deeply to Luo Yu despite his broken teeth.

"My apologies, my lord. I was blind and bumped into you. I hope you can overlook my ignorance and let me off the hook."

"Hmph," Luo Yu looked at Palas deeply, then waved his hand dismissively. "Since that's the case, let bygones be bygones. Take care to not provoke me again, otherwise it won't be so easy."

"You..." The Silver Armor Soul King clenched his fist in anger, but Palas pushed him back.

Palas stepped forward, his smile not reaching his eyes, and said, "Thank you, young friend, for your generosity. Since you have business with us, please come inside for a discussion. I will have someone guide you."

"Agreed."

Luo Yu stroked the Soft Bone Charming Rabbit's fur and nodded slightly.

Palas's eyes were icy cold. Such an arrogant young man, he would allow him his moments of bravado. Once he grasped the extent of Luo Yu's abilities, he'd ensure that the youth had no place to be buried.

...

Two guards led the way while Luo Yu followed closely behind.

Palas, accompanied by the Silver Armor Soul King, trailed at the very end.

"Uncle, you are a Platinum Bishop, even if that kid has some background, there's nothing to be afraid of, right?"

The Silver Armor Soul King spoke in a subdued voice, eyes fixed on Luo Yu's retreating back, his face full of resentment and hatred.

Palas chastised in a soft voice, "Are you an idiot? Caution helps preserve a boat for many years; isn't it delightful to torment him to death after we figure out what he's really about? What if he's actually an iron plate?"

"Heh, so that's what you meant. This kid is indeed a bit odd; he subdued me without any visible action. I have no idea what strange tricks he used."

Palas rubbed his temples, "The reason I didn't react is exactly because of that point."

The Silver Armor Soul King's expression changed, wondering if his vengeance would go unavenged.

Through gritted teeth, he said, "Uncle, this kid just slandered the Empress, audaciously claiming that Her Majesty the Empress is his wife!"

Palas's eyes twitched, and he felt a chill, "Is this true? Or are you spouting nonsense?"

The Silver Armor Soul King spoke with certainty, "It was this kid who said it, everyone present heard it."

A cold and sinister smile broke on Palas's face as he pondered.

"Your vengeance can be served! This kid dared to insult the Empress; even if he has a Tongtian background, today he is bound to die."

"What if he is a disciple of the Upper Three Sects, wouldn't he be able to escape death?" the Silver Armor Soul King said anxiously.

"Foolish nephew, aren't you aware? For some reason, the Empress has been extremely averse to males in recent years. Even our own elders, when summoned, must stand a hundred meters away and cannot look up at her, or else they would face death or injury. It's a taboo."

"No matter his background, this kid dared to insult the purity of the Empress under the public eye. Even if the Heavenly King were to come today, he couldn't save him. Later, I shall add fuel to the fire and make sure he suffers." Palas chuckled darkly.

"Uncle, you indeed play a higher game of chess!" The Silver Armor Soul King looked at his uncle with full admiration.

"Learn more, kid. You're still far too green," Palas said, lifting his chin, his old face twisted with malice.

As they exchanged glances, both saw the pleasure and ferocity in each other's eyes, revealing sinister smiles.

...

In front of Pope Hall.

Palas cupped his hands together amiably and spoke, "Please wait here for a moment, young friend; let me first go in and inform Her Majesty the Empress."

"There's no need for that," Luo Yu waved his hand dismissively.

Palas looked deeply at Luo Yu, "If I am not mistaken, young friend, you are representing the Great Sect behind you to visit Martial Soul Hall, hence such confidence."

"But you do not realize, Her Majesty the Empress has a strong aversion to males. Even we, the higher-ups of the hall, have to approach the Empress with bowed heads and utmost caution. Let me go in first to announce your visit and put in a few good words for you."

Luo Yu gazed steadily at Palas, a curve forming at the corner of his mouth.

"Then I am indeed grateful for those good words," Luo Yu said.

"What message shall I bring?" asked Palas.

"You only need to say that Luo Yu has come to visit."

Palas hurried toward Pope Hall, his heart filled with sneering laughter; going in first meant he could say whatever he wanted.

By the time you, young man, enter the hall, you will probably not even get the chance to speak, and will be turned into mincemeat by the furious Empress.

The Silver Armor Soul King also snickered to himself, thinking the fool didn't realize he was being betrayed, waiting for his uncle to put in some "good words" for him. Ha ha ha.

Luo Yu looked up at the grand hall just a short distance away, pondering quietly. The beautiful girl who was already peerless years ago must have become even more enchanting now.

He glanced over at his system panel.

[Capturing Empress Bibi Dong, will grant: True World's Number One Beast Martial Soul!]

[Current Task Progress: 0%]

Tsk tsk, I wonder what Martial Soul the reward will be!

The Nine Great Dragon Kings? The Golden Holy Dragon??

All of these seem rather average. I'll pass on the Blue Electric Overlord Dragon, but hopefully, it won't be too disappointing. It should at least be presentable.

With a self-assured and charming smile, Luo Yu began speculating about the rewards and his next target for the mission.

As for the little schemes of the Platinum Bishop and the Silver Armored Knight.

The two would never imagine that with his unparalleled divine body, acute hearing and clear vision, he had seen everything; he simply couldn't be bothered to care.

Instead, there was a cold sneer in his heart: Two buffoons, please start your performance...