Douluo Continent: The Twin Holy Dragons of Light and Darkness, the Dragon Emperor Breaks Through the

The cheers of the crowd gradually faded away.

The carriage passed through the city gate and drove onto the official road.

Ahead lies Heaven Dou City, the arena, the stage that every young soul master on the continent dreams of.

Zhao Tiezhu sat in the carriage, lifted the curtain, and looked at the Wuhun City gradually receding into the distance behind him, suddenly feeling a sense of emotion.

"Brother Zhao, what are you thinking about?" Sun Qing asked.

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Zhao Tiezhu lowered the carriage curtain and chuckled, "I'm thinking, if I lose, how will I have the face to come back?"

Sun Qing rolled her eyes: "Can't you think of something better?"

Zhao Tiezhu scratched his head: "What are you thinking about? How will you celebrate if we win?"

Sun Qing thought for a moment and said, "That's a good idea."

Liu Ruyan closed her eyes, her palm holding a ball of flame, which she was compressing.

Shen Han sat opposite her, the cold air and the flames intertwined in the carriage, yet neither invaded the other.

Sun Fang and Sun Fei dozed off together, vines hanging from their fingertips and swaying gently.

Han Qing huddled in the corner, shrouded in shadow, his expression obscured. Zhou Tai watched the scenery rushing past the window, remaining silent.

Inside the first carriage, Ling Feng closed his eyes to rest.

Qian Renxue opened the travelogue she had bought along the way, read a few pages, and then closed it.

Jin Chen leaned against the car window, staring blankly at the fields outside.

“Boss,” Jin Chen suddenly spoke.

"Ah."

"Do you think we can win?"

Ling Feng opened his eyes and looked at the scenery rushing past the window. "Yes."

Jin Chen grinned and leaned back out the car window.

The carriage rolled forward.

Ahead, the outline of Tiandou City was faintly visible on the horizon.

There are their opponents, their battlefields, and their future.

Heaven Dou City, the Martial Spirit Hall's villa.

Salas has been waiting for three days.

The staff of the Tiandou City branch had already cleaned the courtyard, changed the bedding, and prepared tea and snacks.

He even brought over the best chef from the branch temple, fearing that the Holy Son might not be used to the food.

"Your Excellency, the Holy Son's carriage has already passed the North Gate."

A deacon rushed over.

Salas straightened his clothes and strode towards the door.

He walked to the door, then turned back, looked at his face in the bronze mirror, and made sure he hadn't lost his composure before going out again.

The carriage stopped at the entrance of the villa.

Ling Feng got out of the car, and Salas stepped forward and knelt on one knee. "Your subordinate Salas welcomes the Holy Son."

Ling Feng nodded: "Get up, stop with the formalities, the trainees need to rest. They have to report to the competition venue tomorrow."

Salas stood up and stepped aside to lead the way: "Don't worry, Your Highness, your accommodations have been arranged."

"The seven chosen ones will live in the East Courtyard, the three substitutes in the West Courtyard, and the Holy Son and Holy Daughter in the main room. The cook is the best in the branch hall, and the food is ready."

Ling Feng glanced at him, and Salas bent over even lower.

"Thank you for your hard work," Ling Feng said.

Salas was taken aback and quickly replied, "It's no trouble at all, it's my duty."

Ling Feng said nothing more and led Qian Renxue and Jin Chen into the courtyard.

Zhao Tiezhu and the others followed behind, the seven of them looking around as if they had entered a grand garden.

"Brother Zhao, this courtyard is even bigger than the training ground of our Spirit Hall Academy."

Sun Qing said in a low voice.

Zhao Tiezhu glared at him: "Good for you! Play well in the competition, and you'll live in a courtyard like this in the future."

Sun Qing chuckled: "We'll have to win first."

Zhao Tiezhu ignored him and strode into the east courtyard.

As night fell, the lights of Tiandou City lit up one by one.

This ancient capital is even more bustling than during the day, with throngs of pedestrians on the streets and restaurants and teahouses teeming with people.

Everyone is talking about the same thing—the Continental Elite Tournament of Advanced Soul Master Academies.

It starts tomorrow.

In the main room of the villa, Ling Feng stood by the window, looking towards the distant stadium.

The place was brightly lit, and the huge arena had been set up, with the surrounding stands capable of holding tens of thousands of people.

Tomorrow, the place will be packed.

Qian Renxue walked to his side and whispered, "Are you nervous?"

Ling Feng shook his head: "I'm not nervous. I'm just a little excited."

Qian Renxue looked at him and suddenly smiled: "You also have expectations?"

Ling Feng turned his head and looked at her: "I'm human too."

Qian Renxue didn't speak, but simply stood beside him, gazing into the distance. Jin Chen ran in from outside, clutching a string of candied hawthorns in his hand, sugar crumbs still clinging to his lips.

"Boss! It's so lively outside! The streets are packed with people! There are even vendors selling candied hawthorns! I also saw a lot of Soul Masters, dressed in all sorts of outfits!"

Ling Feng looked at him and shook his head helplessly: "The competition is tomorrow, and you're still thinking about food."

Jin Chen said confidently, "You need to be well-fed to have the energy to compete!"

Ling Feng chuckled and said nothing more.

He turned around and took one last look at the brightly lit stadium in the distance.

Tomorrow, that will be his stage.

Not as a player, but as the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, as the backbone of this team.

He wanted to stand there and let everyone see the next generation of the Spirit Hall.

A night breeze swept by, and the lights of Tiandou City swayed in the wind.

The next day, Tiandou City.

Before dawn, the whole city was awake.

The streets were packed with people, who came from all directions and converged in the same direction—the Heavenly Battle Arena.

This colossal building, capable of holding 100,000 people, resembles a sleeping giant in the morning light.

The arena has been set up, with tiered stands all around, the highest point almost touching the clouds.

By 7:45 AM, the stands were already packed.

The front row is filled with nobles and representatives of various sects. Among them, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has brought Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong.

The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan has sent Clan Chief Yu Yuanzhen, the Heavenly Dou Empire has sent Emperor Xue Ye and Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, and the Star Luo Empire has sent Zhu Wuchang and White Tiger Prince Dai Tianfeng.

The Haotian Sect remained secluded, only sending an outer sect steward to sit in a corner at a distance.

Most of the seats in the Spirit Hall were empty.

Qian Gu Xiaoye and Dugu Bo sat at the very front, one on each side. This detail did not escape the eyes of everyone present. Emperor Xue Ye and Xue Qinghe beside him exchanged a glance, both seeing the doubt in each other's eyes.

Yu Yuanzhen frowned slightly, and Sword Douluo Chen Xin paused for a moment in tapping the armrest with his fingers.

"The Spirit Hall is..." Bone Douluo Gu Rong said in a low voice.

Chen Xin shook his head and remained silent.

He didn't know what the Spirit Hall was planning, but he did know that the twelve-year-old boy sitting next to Qian Gu Xiaoye was more fearsome than all twelve Title Douluos combined.

The draw results have been announced on the field.

Thunder Academy's first match is against Blazing Academy.

As the Thunder Academy team stepped onto the arena, a low murmur arose from the stands.

The one walking at the front was not Yu Tianheng. The direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family was only seven years old this year, not even old enough for the minimum age for the Soul Master Competition.

All seven members of Thunder Academy's regular team are Soul Masters, ranging in age from twenty to twenty-four. The team leader is a twenty-three-year-old Soul Master with the Martial Soul Thunder Eagle. He has a calm face and sharp eyes.

"Yu Tianheng is only seven years old and has just awakened his martial soul," someone chuckled softly.

The person next to him shook his head: "Is the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan out of people? Sending a bunch of Soul Masters to fight in the tournament?"

"So what if it's a Soul Sect? Which of the Four Elements Academy isn't a Soul Sect? Do you think everyone is like the Spirit Hall, able to casually produce a Soul King?"

The stands were filled with murmurs, but Yu Yuanzhen, sitting in the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family's seats, watched the scene with an expressionless face, as if the discussions had nothing to do with him.

His hands rested on the armrests, motionless, only his eyes were slightly narrowed, his gaze fixed on the opposite side of the ring.

That was the seating area for the Spirit Hall team, and Zhao Tiezhu was leading his team in warm-up exercises.

Chapter 111 Yu Yuanzhen's Thoughts

The first match is between Thunder Academy and Blazing Academy.

The clash between two long-established powerhouses should have been a fierce battle.