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

Yu Yuanzhen of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family sat still, but his fingers tapped lightly twice on the armrest.

That was recognition, but it also caused the royal family to lose face.

Ling Feng stepped down from the coach's bench and walked towards the ring.

He wanted to lead his team to receive a round of applause from the entire audience.

On the ring, Zhao Tiezhu raised his fist, ready to receive the cheers of the crowd.

At that very moment, a sudden change occurred.

A gray figure descended from the sky, moving as fast as lightning, and crashed straight into the center of the arena.

boom--!

The arena exploded, creating a huge crater, with debris flying everywhere and dust billowing out.

Zhao Tiezhu was thrown away by the shockwave and crashed heavily onto the edge of the ring, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Liu Ruyan, Shen Han, Sun Fang, Sun Fei, Han Qing, and Zhou Tai were all sent flying backward, crashing onto the edge of the stands, eliciting gasps and screams.

The smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

A gray-robed man stood in the center of the arena.

The hood covered most of his face, revealing only a pair of blood-red eyes.

Those eyes held no emotion, only murderous intent, so intense it was almost tangible.

A faint layer of blood-red mist swirled around him; it was killing intent, the kind of killing intent that could only be built up from countless lives.

The stands were completely silent, with 100,000 people in total.

Then, screams erupted.

"Murder—!"

"Run! Run!"

The audience was in complete chaos, with people pushing, jostling, crying, and rushing toward the exit.

The seats were overturned, snacks were scattered all over the floor, some people were trampled underfoot, and some people jumped directly off the stands.

One hundred thousand people scattered and fled like a swarm of frightened ants.

Emperor Xueye suddenly stood up, his face ashen.

Xue Qinghe stood protectively in front of him and whispered a warning.

"Protect the Emperor! Quickly, protect the Emperor!"

The guards of the Heavenly Dou royal family swarmed forward and surrounded Emperor Xueye.

On the seat of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Sword Douluo Chen Xin slowly stood up, the Seven Kill Sword condensing in his palm.

Gu Rong, the Bone Douluo, also stood up, and the phantom of a bone dragon appeared behind him.

The two men exchanged a glance, neither making a move. They were waiting, waiting for the gray-robed man to reveal more flaws.

Yu Yuanzhen remained seated in the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family's seats, without moving.

But his fingers tapped lightly on the armrest, once, once, and again.

He was observing.

He had never seen the aura of this gray-robed man before.

That wasn't the aura of an ordinary Soul Master, nor even the aura of a Title Douluo.

There was something in that aura that made even him feel uneasy.

On the seat of the Spirit Hall, Qian Gu Xiaoye stood up, holding the Panlong Staff in his hand.

Dugu Bo also stood up, and the phantom of the Azure Dragon Emperor appeared behind him.

The two stood side by side, protecting Ling Feng.

"Father."

Ling Feng's voice came from behind him, calmer than a twelve-year-old child.

"It seems like he came for me."

Qian Gu Xiao Ye did not turn around, but simply gripped the Panlong Staff tightly.

"I know."

The gray-robed man slowly raised his head, and in the shadows beneath his hood, his blood-red eyes swept across the entire area.

What is he looking for? No, he's looking for someone.

His gaze swept over Emperor Xueye, over Chenxin, over Gurong, over Yuyuanzhen, and finally settled on the seats of the Spirit Hall.

It stopped on Qian Gu Xiao Ye, and on Ling Feng.

He smiled.

That smile was ferocious and cruel, like that of a demon.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

His voice was hoarse, like the friction of metal, harsh and cold.

Qian Gu Xiao Ye's pupils contracted slightly.

He recognized the voice, but couldn't quite place it.

Dugu Bo frowned and whispered, "Elder, do you know him?"

Qian Gu Xiaoye shook his head: "The voice sounds familiar, but I can't remember it."

The man in the gray robe raised his hand and slowly removed his hood.

A pale face was revealed, gaunt, with sunken eyes and high cheekbones, like a living dead.

His hair was gray and disheveled, hanging loosely over his shoulders. There were several deep scars on his face, as if he had been torn apart by some sharp claws.

But those eyes, those blood-red eyes, sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.

No one recognized him.

This face is so unfamiliar; it doesn't match anyone I remember.

Qian Gu Xiao Ye stared at that face for a long time, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

He was certain he had never seen this face before, but the person's voice, the person's figure, the person's presence...

There's always a sense of familiarity that's hard to explain.

The gray-robed man seemed to see through his confusion, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"Don't you recognize me? That's right, even I can't recognize myself now."

He raised his right hand, palm up.

A jet-black hammer slowly emerged, its head enormous and rectangular, its surface covered with ancient patterns, and its handle long and slender, its entire body as black as ink.

Chapter 117 Golden Crocodile Douluo Appears

The moment the hammer appeared, the temperature in the entire arena seemed to drop several degrees.

Haotian Hammer.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Haotian Sect, Haotian Hammer.

The most powerful weapon spirit on the continent, bar none.

This hammer is the symbol of the Haotian Sect and the symbol of Haotian Douluo.

Emperor Xueye's pupils suddenly contracted, and he blurted out, "Haotian Hammer!"

Chen Xin's fingers paused slightly, and the light on the Seven Kill Sword flickered.

The ancient banyan tree's bone dragon phantom paused for a moment.

Yu Yuanzhen stopped tapping on the armrest, leaned forward slightly, and for the first time, a flicker of emotion appeared in his usually indifferent eyes.

Qian Gu Xiaoye's expression changed drastically.

"Tang Hao!"

He finally recognized the voice; it belonged to Tang Hao.

Haotian Sect, Tang Hao.

Tang Hao, who had an affair with a 100,000-year-old soul beast and was being hunted down by the Spirit Hall.

Wasn't he seriously injured? How did he end up here?

How did his face become like this?

Dugu Bo also recognized the name.

His face turned extremely pale, and he whispered, "Tang Hao? Isn't he dead?"

Qian Gu Xiaoye shook his head: "I don't know."

Tang Hao, the man in gray robes, gripped the Clear Sky Hammer and walked step by step toward the center of the arena.

He walked slowly, each step crunching on the gravel.

The sound wasn't loud, but it felt like it was stepping on everyone's heart.

"A hero of the ages."

He stopped, raised his head, and stared straight in the direction of the Spirit Hall seats with his blood-red eyes. "What you owe me, you should pay back today."

Qian Gu Xiao Ye gripped the Panlong Staff tightly, his nine soul rings pulsating up and down—two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red.

"I'm afraid you won't succeed!"

"Tang Hao, you have an affair with a 100,000-year-old soul beast, disregarding human ethics. It is only natural for the Spirit Hall to hunt you down. You show no remorse and still dare to cause trouble here?"

"Besides, what you call love is nothing more than coveting a 100,000-year-old soul ring and soul bone."