Martial Soul Fusion Techniques were, of course, not voice-activated. However, Emotion Moves the Heavens required vocal invocation to trigger spiritual power and emotional energy, ensuring a 100% fusion between the two users.
Thus, when he failed to hear his sworn brother's "voice activation" and only heard Di Tian's merciless mockery, Cao Dezhi instinctively turned his head to check on Zang Xin's condition.
But what he heard was—
"Puchi!"
Cao Dezhi felt a sharp pain in his kidney. At this moment, he finally saw Zang Xin's situation clearly.
Veins bulged grotesquely, some even rupturing, from which tiny black dragons emerged. These miniature dragons coiled around Zang Xin's body, completely restraining his movements.
A black dragon wrapped around his arm, controlling it to wield the Sentimental Sword—and mercilessly stab it into Cao Dezhi's kidney. Blood gushed from the wound in a torrential stream.
Pain! It hurt so much!
But an even deeper pain lingered—not in the body, but in the heart.
Because Zang Xin's consciousness remained intact despite his immobilized body. He could only watch in horror as his own hand drove a sword into Cao Dezhi's side.
This was his dearest companion! His sworn brother!The kind of brotherhood where—if not brothers in this life, they would be husbands in the next!
Yet now, he had driven a sword straight into his brother's kidney.
Cao Dezhi suffered physical agony, while Zang Xin's heart shattered with sorrow.
Pain! It hurt even more!
And because of this strike, the world's most overpowered Martial Soul Fusion Technique—Emotion Moves the Heavens—completely collapsed.
At that moment, Di Tian's voice reached them, finally answering the question that had lingered in their minds—
"When did Di Tian make his move?"
"Zang Xin, there's something Xu Shengqun once said that I find very insightful. 'If I could drink wine brewed from Di Tian's dragon's blood, I would have no regrets in this life.'"
"Heh—"
"So? How does my Black Dragon Blood Wine taste?"
Along with his voice came two chains infused with spatial power, wrapping around both men and dragging them into a spatial passageway—disappearing into the void.
Gone.
Gone was the Heartless Douluo, Tang Sect's Hall Master—Cao Dezhi.
Gone was the Sentimental Douluo, Tang Sect's Vice Hall Master—Zang Xin.
Another trump card of the human coalition had failed, vanishing into nothingness.
At the same time, the worst news could no longer be concealed—
The final twelve-rank fixed-installed soul-guided shell, the Eternal Kingdom, had been stolen.
The remaining top powerhouses, still alive, repeatedly questioned the Sun-Moon Federation, accusing them of withholding their trump card in the war for humanity's survival.
Unable to endure the pressure, the Federation finally admitted it—Eternal Kingdom had been stolen.
That revelation struck like a dark lance, stabbing into the minds of every human being.
And just then, a three-word battle armor master, risking death by stray shockwaves, brought even worse news:
The second-line heavy legion encircling the Great Star Dou Forest, the Northern Legion defending the Extreme North, multiple Northern frontier cities, and the naval fleets of the Sun-Moon, Star Luo, and Dou Ling nations—
All annihilated.
The same humans who, moments ago, had sworn to wipe out Di Tian with no mercy and no survival—
Now found themselves wiped out with no mercy and no survival.
At this moment, the face of the Sun-Moon Federation's Speaker drained of all color.
Despite the continent's ongoing turmoil, he had not been replaced.
Not because he was too valuable to lose—but because the chaos was too overwhelming to justify a change in leadership.
The destruction of Shrek Academy by two twelve-rank soul-guided shells stolen from the Federation, nearly wiping it from existence.
The loss of the final twelve-rank fixed-installed soul-guided shell, Eternal Kingdom.
And now, the King of Soul Beasts, Di Tian, waging war on humanity—obliterating over half of its forces.
Each catastrophe was enough to shake the entire continent. Each was a defining moment in history.
There was no way the Sun-Moon Federation could afford to add political instability to this already overwhelming crisis. It would be irrational beyond measure.
Thus, at this moment, the Speaker was preparing to accept Di Tian's conditions.
Signing the treaty Di Tian demanded meant suffering inequality—but at least humanity could continue to exist.
Endure this humiliation today, and wait for fate to turn in their favor.
With that resolution, the Speaker spoke decisively:
"Di Tian!"
"We accept your terms!"
"You must understand—if the Great Star Dou Forest expands as per your demands, reaching north to the Extreme North and the Ice Sea, and south to the ocean, it will engulf countless human soul-guided heavy industry zones."
"Toxic industrial waste, pollution, steel-and-concrete infrastructure—these will drain the forest's life energy, slowing its expansion immensely."
"But if we humans voluntarily retreat and dismantle these industries, your soul beast habitat will recover much faster—and unimpeded."
"The Extreme North, the ocean, and the overseas continents' soul beast sanctuaries—we will handle them in the same way. We will withdraw, quickly and efficiently."
Having spent years in politics—rising to the peak as Speaker of the Federation—he knew the art of negotiation.
Against an enemy who held absolute power—against a soul beast leader who embodied absolute rationality—
You must not focus on what you can gain from them.
You must focus on what they can still gain from you.
Just moments ago, Di Tian had crushed a four-word battle armor master. Now, after hearing the Speaker's peace offer, he regarded him coldly.
"You make a compelling argument. I must admit, I'm tempted."
"But that was the deal before the war began."
"If the terms remain the same after we've fought, wouldn't that mean we started this war for nothing?"
These words turned the Speaker's already pale face even paler.
How could the terms be the same?! They had already made a far greater concession—offering to self-destruct their heavy industry zones to hasten the return of soul beast habitats!
The financial and infrastructural losses alone would be astronomical!
Entire cities would have to be demolished! Advanced research institutes would be crushed into rubble!
These were costs measured in the tens of billions!
But there was no choice. Di Tian held all the power. Humanity had no bargaining position.
They could only accept whatever fate he dictated.
Gritting his teeth, struggling to maintain composure, the Speaker asked,
"Then, esteemed Beast God—what conditions do you propose?"
However, Di Tian did not immediately state his demands. Instead, as if reading the Speaker's thoughts, he smirked coldly and mocked,
"I never invited you to build your industrial zones and research institutes on my land."
"Ungrateful."
As he spoke, a vast dust cloud rose in the distance.
The Seven Great Legions of the Federation, having replenished their forces and weapons, were now marching toward the battlefield.
The battle had reversed far too quickly. They had no time to halt reinforcements.
And now, the Seven Legions—stood within Di Tian's gaze.
They had become his new bargaining chip.
"Look," Di Tian said, smirking.
"My new terms have just arrived."
(End of Chapter.)