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

The setting sun bathed the entire city in gold, and the dome of the Papal Palace shone brightly in the afterglow, making the wings of the angel statues seem to be coated with flames.

Qian Xunji stood on the steps in front of the palace, dressed in a white robe, his crown tassels swaying gently in the evening breeze.

He held the urgent report from Longjishan in his hand, his fingertips applying slight pressure, causing the paper to rustle softly.

The report of victory was brief, but each stroke was written with great force, as if the writer wanted to pour all his hatred and joy into the tip of his pen.

Qian Xunji recognized Qian Gu Xiao Ye's handwriting.

He read it once, then read it again, and then looked up at the distant sky.

There, in the direction of Dragon Ridge Mountain, the sunset glowed like blood.

"it is good."

He uttered only one word, but that word was full of joy, full of the satisfaction of finally releasing the hatred that had been suppressed for sixty years.

The guards behind him knelt on one knee and shouted in unison, "Long live the Spirit Hall! Long live His Holiness the Pope!"

The sound echoed in the square, startling the birds that were roosting there.

Qian Xunji didn't turn around, he just waved his hand.

He knew this was just the beginning.

The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex is gone, but the Clear Sky Sect still exists, Tang Chen still exists, and Tang Hao still exists.

But today is worth celebrating.

Inside the Papal Palace, a grand banquet was held for the assembled officials.

The long table was laden with delicacies, golden cups and jade goblets, and fine wines.

The elders, deacons, and bishops of the various monasteries clinked glasses and chatted merrily.

Someone got drunk and slammed his fist on the table, cursing Yu Yuanzhen, Yu Luomian, and Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex for being too much of a bully.

Some people's eyes reddened as they recalled being bullied by the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex. They picked up their glasses and poured the wine on the ground to toast their deceased colleagues.

Dugu Bo sat in the corner, holding a glass of wine, but didn't drink it.

His Azure Dragon Emperor Martial Soul swirled slowly within his body, while dark green mist swirled around him, clashing with the festive atmosphere.

He looked at the cheering crowd, a slight smile playing on his lips, a complex expression in his expression.

The former Grand Elder sat down beside him with a smile.

"Old poisoner, why aren't you drinking?"

This is a century-old vintage wine bestowed upon His Holiness the Pope.

Dugu Bo glanced at him and said calmly, "I am waiting for someone."

The Grand Elder raised an eyebrow: "Waiting for whom?"

Dugu Bo did not answer.

He was waiting for Ling Feng, waiting for Qian Gu Xiao Ye, waiting for the army that had returned from Dragon Ridge Mountain.

He knew that the real heroes had not yet returned.

The real celebration will take place when they return.

In the offering hall, six of the seven stone chairs are empty.

Golden Crocodile Douluo is still dealing with the aftermath at Dragon Ridge Mountain, Thousand-Pound Douluo and Demon-Slaying Douluo are in seclusion, and Azure Phoenix, Lion, and Light Feather each have important tasks.

Only Qian Daoliu sat in the main seat, dressed in white, with snow-white hair, his eyes closed, motionless.

The same report of victory was placed in front of him, but he did not look at it.

The news from Golden Crocodile Douluo came even faster than the good news; he had already known about it an hour earlier.

Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus was destroyed, Yu Yuanzhen was executed, Yu Luomian was executed, and Yu Tianxiao was executed.

Qian Gu Xiao Ye personally killed Yu Tian Xiao, using the Panlong Staff to smash Yu Tian Xiao's head in one blow.

Qian Daoliu opened his eyes and looked at the angel statue in front of him.

The statue is about ten zhang tall, pure white, with outstretched wings, overlooking the entire hall.

Sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, casting dappled shadows on the statue, making its face appear even more benevolent than before.

He recalled how, sixty years ago, Qian Gu Xiong Feng knelt before this statue and vowed to revitalize the Qian Gu family.

Back then, he was a man of unparalleled charisma, in his thirties, full of vigor and ambition, with the Dragon Staff in hand, he felt invincible.

Qian Daoliu looked at him as if he were his own child.

Later, Qian Gu Xiongfeng died, ambushed by the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon and the Haotian Sect. He was killed without a complete body, and even his soul bones were stripped away.

Qianjun and Jiangmo knelt before Qiandaoliu, begging him to take action and destroy the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon and the Haotian Sect.

Qian Daoliu did not agree.

It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't.

Tang Chen is still alive, a level 99 peerless Douluo, on par with him.

If he makes a move, both the Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect will suffer heavy losses.

He endured it, he endured it for sixty years.

"Heroic spirit".

Qian Daoliu's voice was very soft, like a sigh in the empty hall, "Your son has avenged you."

Your grandson is stronger than you.

You can rest in peace now.

The doors of the shrine were open, and the evening breeze rushed in from outside, stirring the candlelight before the statues.

The candlelight flickered, casting shifting shadows, as if something was responding to him.

Late at night, the army returned in triumph.

The city gates of Wuhun City were wide open, and the city walls were covered with red lanterns, illuminating the entire long street as if it were daytime.

People flocked in from all directions, crowding both sides of the street, standing on tiptoe to get a better look.

The children rode on their father's shoulders, waving small flags with patterns of angels and dragons intertwined.

The women held bouquets of flowers, ready to present them to the victorious warriors.

The men held up their wine bowls, ready to offer a toast to the hero.

"I'm coming!"

Someone shouted.

At the end of the long street, a dense, dark line of people came into view.

The dark blue military uniforms gleamed with a cold light under the lanterns, and the long spears stood like a forest, their cold gleam like snow.

Ten thousand Soul Masters, in ten square formations, marched in perfect unison, their killing intent soaring to the heavens.

Leading the way was Qian Gu Xiao Ye, dressed in a black robe, with his dragon-patterned staff slung across his back. His nine spirit rings pulsated up and down, and the 100,000-year-old red spirit ring shone like a blood moon under the lights.

There was no smile on his face, and his gaze was calm, but deep in his eyes, tears were glistening.

Behind him, Yue Guan and Gui Mei stood on his left and right, respectively.

Yue Guan was still dressed in white, her delicate fingers holding a golden chrysanthemum, her face beaming with smiles.

The ghost was still shrouded in black robes, its eyes beneath the mask as deep and unfathomable as a pool, but the chilling aura emanating from it was somewhat less pronounced than usual.

Ling Feng walked behind Qian Gu Xiao Ye, his seven soul rings pulsating slowly, four black and three red.

His gaze was calm as it swept over the people lining both sides of the street, over the waving flags, and over the excited faces.

Qian Renxue walked to his left, dressed in white, her appearance still disguised, but her eyes were brighter than before.

Jin Chen walked to his right. The chubby-faced boy was unusually quiet, but his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.

"Long live the Holy Son!" "Long live the Spirit Hall!"

The cheers of the people surged forth like a tidal wave.

Qian Gu Xiao Ye neither laughed, nor cried, nor waved goodbye.

He simply rode his horse, step by step, through the long street, past the cheering crowds, past the waving flags.

He endured sixty years of hatred, sixty years of forbearance, and sixty years of waiting.

Before his eyes appeared his father's memorial tablet, his mother's face before her death, the great fire that engulfed the ancient family mansion, and the corpses of more than three hundred people.

Those images followed him for sixty years, tormenting him for sixty years, from age six to sixty-six.

Today, I can finally let it go.

Qian Xunji personally greeted them at the Papal Palace.

He walked down the steps and stood before Qian Gu Xiao Ye.

"Elder of the Ages".

Qian Xunji's voice was a little hoarse, "You've worked hard."

Qian Gu Xiao Ye dismounted, knelt on one knee, clasped his hands and said, "Your subordinate has not failed in his mission."

Qian Xunji helped him up and patted him on the shoulder.

"If your father were alive, he would be proud of you."

Qian Gu Xiao Ye's eyes reddened.

He kept his head down and didn't say anything.

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He knew he couldn't cry. He was the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, the commander who destroyed the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex, and the last pillar of the Qian Gu family.

But he couldn't help it.

Ling Feng stepped forward and stood beside his father.