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

Halfway there, she suddenly stopped.

"What is the seventh soul skill?"

Ling Feng closed his eyes, sensing the power contained within the black soul ring.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Dark Dragon King True Form."

Gu Yuena's figure paused slightly.

Ling Feng continued, "Martial Soul True Body, but it's more than just Martial Soul True Body."

"In the true form of the Dark Dragon King, my Dark Holy Dragon will temporarily evolve into the Dark Dragon King and obtain the bloodline power of the ancient Dark Dragon King."

"That is a higher level of existence than the Dark Holy Dragon, with its dragon might, strength, speed, and defense all enhanced."

"It will likely increase by 800%."

"At the same time, I can briefly borrow the authority of the Dark Dragon King—to devour."

"Devour?" Gu Yuena didn't turn around, but her voice came clearly.

Ling Feng nodded.

"It devours all energy—soul power, life force, and even spiritual power."

"After being absorbed, it can be transformed into one's own power, which can be used for attack, defense, or recovery."

"But the more you consume, the greater the burden on your body."

"With my current cultivation level, I can at most absorb all the soul power of a Title Douluo before falling into a coma."

Gu Yuena was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "The Dark Dragon King is one of the most powerful dragon kings under the Dragon God, and he is in charge of darkness and devouring."

"It's quite remarkable that you were able to acquire this ability with your seventh spirit ring."

"But the power of devouring is a double-edged sword; if used improperly, it will backfire."

Ling Feng nodded solemnly.

"I understand."

Gu Yuena did not speak again.

She continued walking towards the center of the lake, her long silver hair fluttering in the night breeze like a silver waterfall.

"Three days of weakness in exchange for thirty breaths of absolute power. Worth it."

Her figure slowly sank into the lake, and the lake returned to calm.

Di Tian stood up, walked up to Ling Feng, and looked at him.

Those golden, vertical pupils were filled with complexity.

"Seventh ring, 380,000 years old, level 75 Soul Saint."

"The true form of the Dark Dragon King, the power of devouring."

"Little brat, you are even more monstrous than I imagined."

Ling Feng looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"Senior Di Tian, ​​are you praising me?"

Di Tian did not answer.

He turned and walked out of the forest.

"Let's go, go back."

"The people from the Spirit Hall should be getting impatient."

Ling Feng nodded and followed behind him.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and looked back at the Lake of Life.

The lake was as calm as a mirror, reflecting the starry sky.

The silver-haired girl had sunk to the bottom of the lake and fallen back into a deep sleep.

He remembered what she had said.

"I've taken a gamble on you. You can't lose."

He did not lose.

He won't lose either.

The true form of the Dark Dragon King.

The power of devouring.

This was a gift from the Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena, and it would also be his biggest trump card when facing Tang Hao and the God of Asura in the future.

Outside Wuhun City, the first light of dawn was breaking.

A black streak of light flashed across the sky, as fast as lightning, and landed straight at the city gate.

Ling Feng stepped out of the light.

His aura was even more restrained than when he left, like a sharp sword returning to its sheath, its edge completely concealed.

But those eyes were deeper than before, like two bottomless ancient wells, with occasional flashes of silver light in the depths of their pupils.

Upon seeing him, the soldiers guarding the city immediately knelt on one knee and said, "Welcome back to the city, Holy Son!"

Ling Feng nodded and strode into the city gate.

His steps were neither hurried nor slow, but with each step he took, the ground trembled slightly, as if stepping on one's heart.

That was a sign that the power of the seventh spirit ring had not yet been fully contained.

The news quickly spread throughout the entire Wuhun City.

"The Holy Son has returned!"

"The Holy Son has returned from the Star Dou Great Forest!"

People flocked from all directions, crowding both sides of the street, eager to catch a glimpse of the Holy Son.

As Ling Feng walked down the long street, the people on both sides made way for him.

He saw familiar faces, and he also saw unfamiliar faces.

He nodded to them, a slight smile playing on his lips, but did not stop walking.

Qian Xunji had already received the news and personally stood at the entrance of the Papal Palace to greet them.

Qian Gu Xiao Ye stood behind him, dressed in a black robe, with his dragon-patterned staff resting horizontally on his lap, his face expressionless.

Tuoba Yue'er's eyes were slightly red, Jin Chen stood on tiptoe to look around, and Qian Renxue stood in the crowd, her eyes fixed on the direction of the city gate.

Chapter 126 Soaring Combat Power

Ling Feng's figure appeared at the end of the long street.

The sunlight shone from behind him, casting a long shadow.

He walked to the front of the Papal Palace, stopped, and bowed to Qianxunji.

"Your Holiness, I am back."

Qian Xunji looked at him with a complicated expression.

He sensed the change in Ling Feng's aura, a change that made even this level 95 Title Douluo feel a slight unease.

"The seventh spirit ring, completed?"

Ling Feng nodded and released his martial spirit.

The phantom of the Dark Holy Dragon appeared behind him, its seven soul rings pulsating up and down—four black and three red.

The seventh soul ring was as deep as an abyss, blood-red as blood, with faint silver patterns flowing within it, radiating a suffocating pressure.

The entire room fell silent.

Jin Chen's eyes widened, and his mouth opened so wide it could fit an egg.

Qian Renxue's fingers tightened slightly.

Tuoba Yue'er covered her mouth, her eyes reddening even more.

Qian Xunji's pupils contracted, and Qian Gu Xiaoye's finger tapped lightly on the Panlong Staff.

The golden chrysanthemum in Yue Guan's hand fell to the ground, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes beneath the ghostly mask.

"380,000 years."

Ling Feng's voice was calm, "Seventh Soul Skill, Dark Dragon King True Form."

Chihiro took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

"Good, good, good."

He said "good" three times in a row, his voice a little hoarse.

Qian Gu Xiaoye stood up and walked to Ling Feng.

He looked at his son for a long time, then spoke in a low voice: "Come with me."

Offering hall, martial arts training ground.

This training ground is located behind the main hall and is where the deities usually practice.

The ground was paved with solid lapis lazuli, which was incredibly hard and could withstand the full force of a titled Douluo's attack.

The surrounding walls were covered with defensive runes, shimmering with a faint light.

Qian Gu Xiaoye stood in the center of the martial arts arena, holding the Panlong Staff in his hand.

His aura was no longer restrained; the pressure of a level 95 Title Douluo was released without reservation, like a mountain pressing down on the training ground.

Ling Feng stood opposite him, his seven spirit rings pulsating slowly.

His aura was no longer concealed; the soul power of a level 75 Soul Saint intertwined with the pressure of his seventh soul ring, forming an aura no weaker than that of a Title Douluo.