Douluo: Becoming a God From Dreaming

Chapter 111 Opening

Tiandu Imperial Palace.

The magnificent palace is particularly lively tonight.

Emperor Xueye and the prince personally attended the banquet to entertain the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace. As one of the most powerful people in the mainland, every move he made attracted attention from the outside world. A welcome banquet also touched the minds of countless people.

What's more, there are many high-status people at this banquet. There are important people attending the banquet, including the Shangsan Sect.

After Wang Shenmeng's carriage entered the palace, a dedicated waiter came to pick it up. It went to the main hall where the banquet was held, and then dismounted and walked.

At this time, there were many carriages parked outside the main hall. Judging from the signs, they were all influential figures or families in the empire.

"His Royal Highness the Holy Son, I have admired your name for a long time, and now that I have seen you, your name is indeed well-deserved!"

In the main hall, the person who came out specifically to greet Wang Shenmeng was Prince Xue Qinghe.

With a gentle smile and a pair of particularly alert eyes, he looked at Wang Shenmeng carefully, showing a faint smile.

It looks like it!
Wang Shenmeng's eyes looked back and forth on Xue Qinghe unscrupulously. With his extraordinary eyes, it was difficult to detect anything unusual about Xue Qinghe. This showed that the ability of angel soul bones to disguise themselves was so powerful that even a titled Douluo could not detect it.

"It's His Highness the Crown Prince. I'm glad to meet you. I've long heard of His Highness the Crown Prince's reputation as a wise man. It's a pity that I've never had the chance to meet him. Today I have fulfilled my wish."

Wang Shenmeng stepped forward in a familiar manner, and in the eyes of the other party's astonished eyes, he took Xue Qinghe's hand and shook it hard.

This time, I finally felt a little tender, slender, soft and boneless touch, which made me look like a girl.

"you……"

Xue Qinghe was a little sluggish. After a moment, a trace of embarrassment flashed in his eyes, and he twitched his hand hard, but it didn't even twitch.

"Your Highness..."

The two old soul masters protecting Xue Qinghe looked at each other. Just now, in a daze, the other party held the hand of His Highness the Crown Prince. If the other party had evil intentions, wouldn't it be the end?

Careless!

Snake Spear Douluo and Gorgon Douluo looked at each other, each unable to conceal their shock.

Although they had learned about His Highness' talent and strength from various channels, after all, they had only heard about it and had no intuitive experience. At this time, they were shocked when they met.

The two titled Douluo disguised as ordinary Soul Saints were secretly depressed, but no matter how much they complained about the interaction between the two His Highnesses, they could only pretend not to see it.

But in broad daylight, the two men were holding hands, which looked weird, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

'You little thief, you dare to take advantage of me? '

Xue Qinghe's eyes showed a hint of ferocity, and he glared at Wang Shenmeng calmly.

"Your Highness, don't be surprised. This is a handshake etiquette, showing closeness and respect for each other."

Wang Shenmeng blinked, squeezed a few times, and let go with a smile.

"Haha, His Highness's etiquette is really a bit overwhelming. Does His Highness have to hold the hand of a stranger every time he sees him?"

Xue Qinghe gritted his teeth a little, glanced at the three girls beside Wang Shenmeng, and the smile on his face was a little stiff.

"That's not true. This is a kind of etiquette in my hometown. I haven't used it in many years. When I saw His Highness the Crown Prince today, I felt so happy that I couldn't help it. Alas, if you want to blame it, it's because His Highness's elegant demeanor is so outstanding that I can't help it. I can’t help but yearn for being close to him.”

Wang Shenmeng said sincerely.

"Haha, then I really want to thank you!"

Xue Qinghepi smiled but waved his hand: "Please come with me!"

After saying that, he led the way. The moment he turned around, the two looked at each other with a knowing look, which was regarded as a code.

Walking into the main hall, there were already many people. At a glance, there were almost no people familiar to Wang Shenmeng. They were all a group of people with high status in the Tiandou Empire, including Prince Xue Xing, Dugu Bo and other prominent figures. He recognized the person at a glance.

As he walked into the main hall, the originally lively hall suddenly fell silent. All eyes fell on Wang Shenmeng. Their eyes were either surprised, admirable, jealous, or obsessed with his appearance. Impressed by his temperament.

"The Holy Son of Wuhun Palace is well-deserved!"

This was the second time Ning Fengzhi saw this young man. Last night, he only had a glimpse from across the carriage, but today he looked at him carefully from the front. He only felt that the more he looked at him, the more pleasing he was to his eyes.

"Dad, he..."

Ning Rongrong was also a little dazed. She didn't expect that the boy she met by chance last night was actually the Holy Son of Wuhun Temple who had been rumored recently. She was inexplicably happy to meet again unexpectedly.

"Rongrong, what's wrong with him?"

Sword Dou Luo Chenxin quickly asked with concern. Looking at the young man again, his eyes turned from admiration to a bit wary.

The destructive power of such an outstanding young man to girls is unimaginable. My little princess has also reached the age of first love. When she meets such a beautiful young man, she should not let others take advantage of her.

"No, nothing."

Ning Rongrong hesitated and said: "I didn't expect that the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace is really so young. Dad, is he the most powerful person of the younger generation?"

Ning Fengzhi nodded and said: "Not only are the most powerful people of the younger generation today, even if you search through the past, it is difficult to find such an amazing and talented young man. A 14-year-old high-level soul saint is expected to become a titled Douluo before the age of 20. Even Tang Hao, the Haotian Douluo who once had the reputation of being the youngest titled Douluo in the mainland, is far behind!"

Ning Rongrong couldn't help but look at it a few more times. Even her father, whom she admired the most, said so, and her curiosity became even stronger.

"This is the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace. Is his strength really that terrifying?"

Most of the younger generation of geniuses are not so convinced.

Yu Tianheng sat next to Dugu Yan and whispered: "Yanzi, I heard that he is a level 78 soul saint. Do you believe it?"

Only then did Dugu Yan look away from the young man, glanced at him lightly, and hummed: "Even the Education Committee personally admitted it, why are you not convinced?"

Yu Tianheng said: "For a soul saint who is less than 14 years old, this is really an exaggeration. Maybe it was exaggerated by people from Wuhun Palace."

Dugu Yan rolled his eyes at him: "If you don't believe it, you can challenge him. You are also a genius of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, and you are several years older than him. If you don't accept him, you should challenge him." Courage, right?”

Yu Tianheng's breath was stagnant, but he didn't want to show his timidity in front of Dugu Yan, so he bit the bullet and said: "That's what I meant. Isn't he boasted that he is unbeatable among the younger generation? Then he must accept the challenges of all the younger generation. , after the banquet is over, we will challenge him together and let him see how powerful our Tiandou Royal Academy is."

Ye Lingling, who had been listening with open ears, curled his lips secretly. After all, he still didn't dare to find trouble alone. He wanted to bring everyone together to carry the thunder. Even if he lost, it would be embarrassing for them all.

Dugu Yan said: "You go ahead, I'm not interested. However, you can talk to him and ask him how he cultivates. We are both human beings, so why is there such a big gap?"

She looked at Yu Tianheng: "Hey, Yu Tianheng, isn't your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect known as the best beast spirit in the world? You are also the Blue Lightning Twins trained by the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, and you are said to have outstanding talents. You 14 He was far worse than others when he was [-] years old!"

Yu Tianheng's face darkened and he was greatly shocked.

"King Shenmeng of the Wuhun Palace, I have met His Majesty the Emperor of the Tiandou Empire!" Wang Shenmeng made an equal courtesy to Emperor Xueye who was above him. He is the acting pope of His Highness Wuhun. As a Soul Saint, His status is even more noble than that of Emperor Xue Ye.

But in terms of secular status, he was born in the Tiandou Empire, and his status was not as good as that of Emperor Xueye. It was okay to balance the two aspects and give him an equal greeting.

The faces of several big nobles in the Tiandou Empire suddenly turned ugly. The military hawks headed by Marshal Ge Long were quite indifferent to the Spirit Hall, and they couldn't tolerate the Pope being above the Emperor.

It's a pity that Wuhun Palace is too powerful, and behind the Holy Son are his followers titled Douluo, and they dare not speak out in anger.

Emperor Xueye showed a friendly and kind smile and returned the courtesy: "His Royal Highness the Holy Son is polite, all of you are polite. I am holding a big banquet today just to welcome His Highness. I hope Your Highness will not despise the simplicity."

"Your Majesty is very kind."

Emperor Xueye glanced at the people behind Wang Shenmeng and said with a smile: "I heard that there are three His Majesty's following Your Highness, won't Your Highness introduce them to me?"

After the words fell, everyone in the hall concentrated once again, staring at Qingluan Douluo and Light Ling Douluo behind him.

These two people are suspected to be Titled Douluo, and they are also existences that make all forces in Tiandou City extremely fearful.

If there was just one Titled Douluo, they could handle it, but if there were three of them at once, it would be too difficult.

Wang Shenmeng felt the nervous mood of everyone and smiled slightly: "There are indeed three titled Douluo beside me, but these three crown princes have been concentrating on training in Wuhun Hall all year round. Even if I tell their names, I am afraid no one will recognize them. I I won’t go into details.”

"Hey, are there really three titled Douluo?"

There was silence in the main hall at first, and then there were whispers.

Hearing the confession from the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace and his own wild guessing are completely different concepts. As Wang Shenmeng, it is impossible to lie in public, otherwise wouldn't it be laughed at if it spread out?

Ning Fengzhi's eyes condensed, and he took a deep look at Qingluan Douluo, Guangling Douluo, and Lingyuan Douluo, and said solemnly: "Uncle Jian, do you know those three titled Douluo?"

Sword Douluo frowned and said solemnly: "That female Titled Douluo has average strength and is no match for me. But those two men can only be said to be unfathomable. Even I have no confidence that I can defeat them. anyone."

"so smart?"

Ning Fengzhi's heart was filled with chills. He was also planning to have a fight with Wuhun Palace. He thought that the Seven Hundred Glazed Sect had two super Douluo. Even if their overall strength was not as good as that of Wuhun Palace, in terms of the highest level of combat power, Sword Douluo It shouldn't be much different from Bone Douluo.

But these two unknown titled Douluo who walked out unexpectedly had the strength to overpower them, so how could they still play?
Ning Fengzhi once again had a headache. No matter whether it was high-level strength or ordinary soul masters, they couldn't compare with Wuhun Palace, even if they added the Blue Lightning Overlord Sect.

"Now we can only count on the Haotian Sect. I hope they can cultivate enough followers during the more than ten years they have closed the mountain gate!"

Ning Fengzhi placed his hopes on Haotian Sect. If the former leader withered away, he would really have to consider his options.

Bone Douluo Gu Rong stared at Xiao Wu carefully for a while, and said with a strange expression: "Old bitch, have you noticed that girl? He is not a human!"

"It's not a person, what is that?"

Not only was Ning Fengzhi stunned, but Ning Rongrong, who was paying attention to Wang Shenmeng, was a little curious.

Sword Douluo nodded and said, "Of course I noticed it, it must be a spirit beast."

"What, a soul beast?"

Ning Fengzhi's heart stirred up huge waves: "Only 10-year-old soul beasts can take the form of humans. Is that little girl actually a 10-year-old soul beast?"

Sword Douluo said: "Yes, he is the transformed form of a 10-year-old soul beast. I didn't expect that the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace would be so generous. He kept a 10-year-old soul beast with him. He should be preparing it. Next time the killer will take the soul ring and soul bone."

Ning Fengzhi's voice trembled: "A 10-year-old soul beast can drive the entire soul master world crazy..."

It's a pity that his soul power stopped at level 79, and a 10-year-old soul beast could not allow him to break through the shackles of the martial soul. The fire in his heart quickly cooled down, and he sighed: "Wang Shenmeng's strength and talent are already terrifying enough. If he absorbs more 10-year-old soul rings and soul bones..."

A cold light flashed in Sword Douluo's eyes: "He is only level 78 and cannot absorb the soul ring for the time being. If he kills the soul beast at this time, the most he can get is the soul bone."

Ning Fengzhi smiled bitterly and said: "She is Wang Shenmeng's prey. There are three titled Douluo beside her. How to kill her?"

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo fell into silence, feeling a little aggrieved.

Emperor Xue Ye's pupils shrank sharply, and he made a certain determination in his heart. He looked at each other vaguely with Prince Xue Qinghe, and nodded incomprehensibly.

"Martial Soul Hall is worthy of being the Holy Land for Soul Masters in the Mainland. There are actually three His Majesty's to protect His Highness. I admire you. Prince, you will personally accompany His Highness. You must entertain His Highness the Holy Son!"

Xue Qinghe always had a gentle smile on his face, bowed and said: "My son, I obey the order."

"Your Highness, please!"

The best seats and the best food and wine were all prepared. Wang Shenmeng and Xue Qinghe sat together surrounded by everyone, and the banquet officially began.

Xue Qinghe asked with a smile: "Your Highness the Holy Son, I wonder if you can let Uncle Xuexing go?"

Wang Shenmeng said calmly: "The hatred between parents is irreconcilable, Prince Xuexing must die."

Xue Qinghe's expression was incomprehensible: "Uncle Xue Xing Wang has caused huge trouble for our royal family. I hope His Highness will not hate our entire Tiandou Empire for this."

Wang Shenmeng's eyes were smiling as he understood what he said: "Don't worry, Your Highness, there is always someone to blame. I will not kill innocent people indiscriminately. My only enemies are Prince Xuexing and his family, and I am still good friends with the Tiandou royal family. "

Xue Qinghe toasted him a glass of wine, and they understood each other. Xue Qinghe sighed: "It is only natural to kill people to pay debts and pay back money. His Highness wants to avenge his parents, and no one else can blame him. But Uncle Wang is the prince of the empire after all, and His Highness wants to Even if we kill him, we cannot just sit back and ignore him, and I hope His Highness understands."

Wang Shenmeng seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and drank the wine in one gulp: "Understand, understand!"

In a few words, a tacit understanding was reached.

Wang Shen Meng felt that it was very interesting. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince in front of him was very good at acting, and his speech was very subtle, but the meaning he wanted to express was very clear, and it was difficult for outsiders to grasp the clues.

Wang Shenmeng smiled narrowly, betraying Prince Xuexing, whether it was the real prince or the false prince, would be beneficial without any harm.

Do you like this little gift bag?

Xue Qinghe's expression remained unchanged, but there was a hint of smile hidden deep in his eyes.

Although it was the first time they met, they felt very comfortable and understanding, as if they had known each other for a long time.

But Prince Snow Star is just an appetizer, the real gift package is yet to come!

Wang Shenmeng slowly filled up a glass of wine and suddenly stood up and said: "On behalf of Wuhundian, I would like to offer a toast to Your Majesty. Thank you for Your Majesty's hospitality, but some things are not a banquet. A glass of fine wine can resolve it. If there is any problem later, Your Majesty, please forgive me for any disrespect."

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became heavy, and Prince Snow Star's pupils shrank as he recalled everything in his dream.

"Are you going to start?"

"This is what I've been waiting for!"

(End of this chapter)