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

Golden Crocodile Douluo raised his wine glass and gestured to Ling Feng.

"Little Feng, let me offer you a toast."

Twelve years old, level 75, seventh soul ring with 380,000 years of experience, true form of the Dark Dragon King.

"In my hundred-plus years of life, I've never seen such a monstrous talent as you."

Ling Feng raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp.

"Grandpa Golden Crocodile, you flatter me."

Qianjun Douluo stroked his beard and laughed, "You flatter me? I don't think it's flattering at all."

When I was twelve years old, I was still struggling to find my third spirit ring.

The Demon-Slaying Douluo rarely spoke: "When you were twelve years old, you weren't even a Soul Master."

Qianjun Douluo glared at him: "You're not much stronger than me."

Everyone burst into laughter.

Qingluan Douluo put down his wine cup and looked at Ling Feng.

"Xiao Feng, how long can your Dark Dragon King true form last?"

Ling Feng said, "Thirty breaths."

Qingluan Douluo nodded.

Thirty breaths is enough.

In a battle between masters, life and death can be decided in a single breath.

Lion Douluo slammed his fist on the table and exclaimed, "Exactly!"

Thirty breaths is enough to kill ten Tang Haos!

The Light Feather Douluo rarely spoke: "Tang Hao is level ninety-six, not easy to kill."

Lion Douluo snorted: "With Xiao Feng here, what's there to be afraid of?"

Ling Feng shook his head.

"Grandpa Lion, Tang Hao is not scary."

What's terrifying is the god behind him.

The hall fell silent for a moment.

Qian Daoliu put down his wine cup and looked at Ling Feng.

"You felt it?"

Ling Feng nodded.

"The murderous aura emanating from Tang Hao is not his own."

It is God's.

He is alive because God allowed him to live.

He became stronger because God made him stronger.

He was just a knife.

Qian Daoliu was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "The knife itself is not scary; what is scary is the person who wields it."

Ling Feng raised his head and met his gaze.

"Then cut off the hand holding the knife as well."

The hall fell silent once more.

Everyone looked at the twelve-year-old boy, at his calm, still eyes.

In those eyes, there was hatred, determination, courage, and something else that was hard to describe.

That was murderous intent, murderous intent towards God.

Qian Daoliu looked at Ling Feng for a long time, and then smiled.

"it is good.

"The day you become a god, I will go with you."

Ling Feng smiled too.

"It's a word."

Night fell, and the banquet ended.

Ling Feng stood by the window, looking at the distant sky.

The starlight was dim in the direction of the Starry Sky Forest.

The direction of the killing city was a sea of ​​blood.

Qian Renxue walked to his side and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

"What are you thinking about?"

Ling Feng shook his head.

Qian Renxue looked at him, remained silent for a moment, and said softly, "Xiao Feng, you will become the strongest person on the continent."

Ling Feng turned his head and looked at her.

The moonlight shone on her face, illuminating her bright eyes.

"I know."

He turned and went back to his room.

Qian Renxue stood there, watching his back, without moving for a long time.

The night breeze blew, lifting her long hair.

The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family is one of the three major clans on the continent, established for a thousand years and renowned for its prestige.

Sect Master Yu Yuanzhen, a level 95 Title Douluo, possesses the Martial Soul Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex, and his strength is unfathomable.

The First Elder, Yu Luomian, is an 89th-level Soul Douluo. Although he has not yet been granted a title, he is an extremely powerful figure in the family.

For many years, he has managed the family's external affairs with ruthless methods and arrogant behavior.

The sect is located in the Dragon Ridge Mountain in the northeast of the Heaven Dou Empire. The mountain is steep and easy to defend, but difficult to attack.

There is a small town at the foot of the mountain called Longji Town, where more than a thousand households live and make a living by farming, blacksmithing, and small businesses.

Six months ago, this place was peaceful and tranquil.

Children chased and played in the streets, adults toiled in the fields, and the elderly chatted under the trees while fanning themselves with palm-leaf fans.

Six months ago, the Spirit Hall's kindergarten and low-priced salt also came to Dragon Ridge Town.

The children carried their schoolbags, and the adults ate fine, white salt. The people of Longji Town said that this was because their ancestral graves were emitting auspicious smoke.

But now, everything has changed.

The kindergarten gate was firmly locked with iron chains, the signboard on the gate was smashed and thrown into the mud, the courtyard wall was pushed down, and the tables and chairs were smashed and scattered all over the ground.

Several men dressed as outer sect stewards of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family stood at the entrance, toothpicks dangling from their mouths, glancing at people sideways.

When a parent came to pick up their child, they were slapped away and told, "Get out! We're not opening this place anymore!"

The parents were furious but dared not speak out. They could only hurriedly leave with their children in their arms, tears welling up in their eyes.

Shops selling cheap salt were also vandalized.

The shopkeeper was an old man in his sixties, sent by the Spirit Hall. His surname was Zhou, and everyone called him Shopkeeper Zhou.

He lay in the clinic, his body wrapped in bandages, with three broken ribs, a fractured left arm, and bruises all over his face.

He was beaten by the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family just because he refused to raise the price of salt tenfold.

Manager Zhou had his eyes closed, his breath was weak, and his lips were moving as if he were saying something.

Only when he got closer could he hear clearly that he was saying, "The Spirit Hall... will not let you get away with this..."

The one who monopolized the low-priced salt was none other than Yu Luomian, the eldest elder of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family.

He sent people to take over the salt shops and raised the price of refined salt, which used to be a few copper coins per pound, to two silver coins per pound, making it more expensive than the coarse salt before.

The people couldn't afford it, so they had to go back to eating coarse salt mixed with sand, and the children had to return to the fields because they couldn't afford the tuition.

The Spirit Hall branch in Dragon Ridge Town was in complete disarray.

Doors and windows were shattered, tables and chairs were overturned, and the angel statues on the wall were knocked down and smashed into pieces.

Cardinal Liu Yan lay on the ground, covered in blood, and had been unconscious for three days.

He was a level 76 Soul Saint, whose sternum was shattered by Yu Luomian's palm strike. If he hadn't used his soul power to protect his heart meridian in time, he would have died on the spot.

Several deacons frantically tried to stop the bleeding, but it wouldn't stop and kept flowing.

Their eyes were red, not from crying, but from anger.

"Your Excellency, please hold on... please hold on... the Spirit Hall will definitely avenge us..."

Wuhun City, the Pope's Palace.

Qian Xunji sat in the main seat, his face ashen, his fingers clenching the secret report until they were wrinkled.

The secret report contained only a few lines, but every word was stained with blood—the Longji Town branch temple had been attacked, Cardinal Liu Yan was critically injured and on the verge of death, the kindergarten had been smashed, and the salt shop had been seized.

The one who made the move was Elder Yu Luomian of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex, an 89th-level Soul Douluo, who shattered a chest with a single palm strike without any attempt to conceal it.

The hall was completely silent.

Qian Gu Xiao Ye stood at the forefront, his dragon-patterned staff resting on his knees, his face expressionless, but the fire in his eyes had burned for sixty years.

Chapter 128 Sending Troops

Poisonous mist surged around Dugu Bo, and the phantom of the Azure Dragon Emperor appeared and disappeared intermittently.

Yue Guan put down the golden chrysanthemum in her hand, her smile vanished, and only coldness remained in her eyes.