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

Seven guardians stood at the edge of the training ground.

Golden Crocodile Douluo closed his eyes to rest, Thousand-Pound Douluo and Demon-Slaying Douluo talked in hushed tones, and Azure Phoenix, Lion, and Light Feather each sipped their tea.

Qian Daoliu sat at the very front, dressed in white, with snow-white hair and a calm gaze.

Qian Xunji stood behind Qian Daoliu, while Tuoba Yue'er and Jin Chen stood further away.

Qian Renxue stood in the far corner, her eyes fixed on the field.

"start."

Qian Daoliu's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

Qian Gu Xiao Ye made the first move.

The Panlong Staff swept out horizontally, and jet-black dragon flames rose from the staff, transforming into a black dragon that pounced towards Ling Feng.

He didn't hold back with that blow.

A full-force attack from a level 95 Title Douluo is enough to destroy the heavens and the earth.

Ling Feng did not retreat.

He raised his right hand, and his sixth spirit ring suddenly lit up.

"Sixth Soul Skill, Domain of the Evil God."

The gray light spread instantly, enveloping the entire training ground.

The black dragon, which had been raging through the ages, rushed into the gray area, its speed suddenly slowing down as if it had sunk into a quagmire.

The dragon flames on the Panlong Staff began to dim, eroded by the evil power of the Evil God's Domain.

Qian Gu Xiao Ye's brow twitched slightly.

He felt his movements slow down, his soul power flow slow down, and even his thoughts became sluggish.

This is the Dark Demon God Tiger's innate ability: the manipulation of time and space.

Ling Feng was only level 75, but the power of the Evil God Domain was enough to affect a level 95 Title Douluo.

Qian Gu Xiao Ye withdrew his Panlong Staff and retreated rapidly, exiting the territory of the Evil God.

He looked at Ling Feng, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

"The Realm of Evil Gods truly lives up to its name."

Ling Feng didn't speak. He raised his left hand, and his sixth spirit ring lit up again.

"Sixth Soul Skill, Claw of the Evil God."

His left hand was instantly covered with a layer of jet-black scales, and his five fingers transformed into sharp claws.

An eerie gray light emanated from the claws, and wherever that light passed, even space itself seemed to distort slightly.

With a single swipe of his claw, five jet-black cracks tore through the air and shot towards Qian Gu Xiao Ye.

With a single swing of the Eternal Valiant Night Dragon-Panning Staff, the Black Dragon reappeared, colliding head-on with the five cracks.

boom!

A deafening roar shook the heavens, and a crater was blasted open in the ground of the training ground, scattering shards of lapis lazuli everywhere.

Qian Gu Xiaoye took one step back, while Ling Feng took three steps back.

Qian Gu Xiao Ye's pupils contracted slightly.

He was level 95, and Ling Feng was level 75.

He took half a step back, while Ling Feng took three steps back.

But Ling Feng caught the blow head-on.

"it is good."

Qian Gu Xiao Ye uttered only one word, but that word was full of relief.

Ling Feng took a deep breath and activated his seventh soul ring.

The silver patterns on his black spirit ring suddenly lit up, and a terrifying aura erupted from his body, like an ancient behemoth awakening.

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

The phantom of the Dark Holy Dragon began to expand, its scales became even blacker, its eyes even more crimson, and its dragon might even more vast.

It is evolving, from the Dark Holy Dragon to the Dark Dragon King.

Ling Feng's body also began to change. Black dragon scales appeared on his skin, his eyes turned into scarlet vertical pupils, and a jet-black dragon tail grew from his back.

His aura surged, climbing from level 75 all the way up to level 80, level 85, level 90, and level 91.

It climbed all the way up to level 92 before stopping.

The true form of the Dark Dragon King.

The level 75 Soul Saint temporarily possesses the strength of a level 92 Title Douluo.

Qian Gu Xiaoye's expression changed.

He felt threatened, and he felt threatened by his own son.

Ling Feng raised his right hand, and a pitch-black vortex appeared in his palm. The vortex seemed to be able to devour everything, even absorbing light.

"Dark Dragon King - Devour!"

Without hesitation, Qian Gu Xiao Ye activated all nine spirit rings on his Panlong Staff.

He unleashed his Martial Soul True Form, transforming the Panlong Staff into a gigantic black dragon that collided head-on with Ling Feng's Devouring Vortex.

boom--!

The deafening roar shook the entire training ground.

The defensive runes on the wall were flashing wildly, and some of them had already developed cracks.

As the smoke cleared, Ling Feng staggered back seven steps, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth.

Qian Gu Xiaoye staggered back a step, his tiger's mouth split open, and blood dripped down the Panlong Staff.

The entire room fell silent.

Golden Crocodile Douluo opened his eyes, Thousand-Pound Douluo and Demon-Slaying Douluo stopped talking, and Azure Phoenix Lion Light Feather put down his teacup.

Qian Daoliu's lips curled up slightly.

Qian Gu Xiao Ye looked at Ling Feng for a long time, and then smiled.

That smile was full of pride.

"Level 75, can hurt me."

Your current strength is enough to rival a Title Douluo below level 95.

Ling Feng retracted the Dark Dragon King's true form, his face pale and his aura weak.

The Dark Dragon King's true form lasts only thirty breaths; after those thirty breaths, he will be in a weakened state for three days.

But he held out for thirty breaths, enduring his father's full-force attack.

"Father, I did it."

Qian Gu Xiaoye nodded, walked over, and patted him on the shoulder.

"You've grown up."

Ling Feng shook his head.

"Not enough."

He looked into the distance, towards the city of slaughter.

"Tang Hao is at level 96."

I need to beat him; I need to be at least a little stronger.

Chapter 127 The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex That Courted Death

Qian Daoliu stood up, walked up to him, and looked at him.

No rush.

You're only twelve; you have plenty of time.

Ling Feng nodded.

"Yes, Grandpa Qian."

Qian Daoliu turned around and walked towards the offering hall.

He suddenly stopped when he reached the door.

"Tonight, a banquet will be held in the Hall of Offerings to celebrate the Holy Son's achievements."

Ling Feng was taken aback.

"Grandpa Qian, this..."

Qian Daoliu did not turn back.

"you're worth it."

Ling Feng fell silent.

He looked at Qian Daoliu's back, at the backs of the seven elders, at his father's back, and at the faces of his mother, Jin Chen, and Qian Renxue.

He suddenly laughed.

"it is good."

As the sun sets, it bathes the entire Wuhun City in gold.

Inside the offering hall, the lights were bright, and people were drinking and chatting.

Ling Feng sat in the main seat, Qian Renxue sat beside him, and Jin Chen sat opposite him.

It was a rare occasion for the seven retainers to gather together. Qian Daoliu sat in the main seat, while Qian Xunji sat to his left.