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

The smile was faint, but genuine.

In the Spirit Hall, Qian Renxue also obtained the content of the first test of the Angel God's Trial. The content of the first test of the Angel God's Trial was simpler and more difficult than Qian Renxue had expected.

It's simple because there's only one test—to break through to level 70 in soul power within a year.

It's tough because she's only level 65 now, a full five levels away from level 70.

For an ordinary Soul Master, reaching Level 5 might take five, ten, or even a lifetime.

For a genius like Qian Renxue, advancing five levels in a year is not impossible.

But the angels' tests are never just about the results.

Inside the hall, Qian Daoliu sat high in the main seat, holding a golden token in his hand. The token was engraved with the emblem of the angel god, a twelve-winged angel in a divine crown and feathered robe, lifelike.

The voice of the angel god emanated from the token; it was soft and faint, yet clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

"The Angel's Nine Trials, First Trial: Break through to level 70 in soul power within one year."

Reward: One Divine Soul Ring

Qian Renxue knelt on one knee before the angel statue, her long golden hair falling over her shoulders, and the statue's face reflected in her golden eyes.

Her back was ramrod straight, like a sword drawn from its sheath.

"Xue'er, did you hear that?"

Qian Daoliu's voice was calm, but there was a hint of worry in his cloudy old eyes.

For a Soul Emperor of level 65, advancing five levels in a year means breaking through nearly half a level every month and making visible progress every week.

This means that she must maximize her cultivation efficiency within this year and cannot afford to slack off in the slightest.

Qian Renxue raised her head and looked at her grandfather, at his eyes filled with worry.

"Grandpa, I can do it."

Qian Daoliu remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

"it is good.

"Just let me know if you need anything."

Chapter 140 Divinely Bestowed Soul Ring

Qian Renxue did not speak.

She knew that what she needed was not resources, not elixirs, not soul bones.

What she needs is pressure.

The real pressure, the kind that suffocates her, the kind that makes her dare not slack off in the slightest, the kind that pushes her to break through her limits.

She needs an opponent, an opponent who is much stronger than her, an opponent who will not show mercy.

Her gaze fell on Ling Feng, who was standing at the entrance of the palace.

Ling Feng leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, with the dragon-patterned staff slung diagonally behind him.

He sensed Qian Renxue's gaze, raised his head, and met her eyes.

In those dark eyes, there was no worry, no hesitation, only calm.

"I'll accompany you."

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached Qian Renxue's ears clearly.

Qian Renxue looked at him, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"it is good."

Ling Feng's sparring style was even more brutal than Qian Renxue had anticipated.

There are no fancy moves, no complicated tactics, only the simplest thing—fight.

Day 1, Martial Arts Training Ground in the Offering Hall.

Ling Feng stood opposite Qian Renxue, his Panlong Staff held horizontally in front of him, his seven spirit rings pulsating up and down, four black and three red. His seventh spirit ring, which had been around for 380,000 years, looked like a black sun in the sunlight.

His aura was released without reservation, and the pressure of a level 75 Soul Saint was like a mountain pressing down on Qian Renxue.

Qian Renxue gritted her teeth and activated her martial spirit.

The phantom of an eight-winged angel appeared behind her, its eight wings unfolding simultaneously, illuminating the entire training ground with golden light.

The aura of a level 65 Soul Emperor was also released without reservation, but in the face of Ling Feng's pressure, her aura was like a candle in the wind, teetering on the verge of collapse.

"start."

Ling Feng's voice was calm.

He took a step forward, and the coiled dragon staff swept out horizontally.

There are no special skills, no fancy moves, just the simplest strike.

But this strike carried the full power of a level 75 Soul Saint, the pressure of a 380,000-year Soul Ring, and the might of a Dark Holy Dragon.

Where the stick passed, the air was compressed to its limit, producing a sharp popping sound.

The towering snow did not recede.

She raised the holy sword, its blade entirely golden, with sacred flames burning on its edge.

She didn't use any soul skills either, just the simplest sword strike, heading straight for the Panlong Staff.

boom--!

The Dragon Staff clashed with the Holy Sword, unleashing a deafening roar.

The ground of the training ground cracked, lapis lazuli fragments scattered everywhere, and the defensive runes on the walls flickered wildly.

Qian Renxue was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the edge of the training ground, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

Her holy sword trembled, her right arm trembled, her body trembled.

Ling Feng stood still, without moving an inch.

He looked at Qian Renxue with a calm gaze.

"Again."

Qian Renxue wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, stood up, and gripped the Holy Sword tightly.

She took a deep breath and charged towards Ling Feng again.

The second blow.

Qian Renxue was sent flying backwards again.

The third strike.

The fourth strike.

The fifth strike.

Qian Renxue charged forward again and again, only to be repelled time and time again.

Her robes were torn, and the blood at the corner of her mouth flowed and dried repeatedly.

Her holy sword was covered in cracks, her right arm had lost all feeling, her legs were trembling, and her vision was beginning to blur.

But she didn't stop.

Because she knew that Ling Feng hadn't used his full strength.

The force he used was just enough to repel her, just enough to injure her, just enough to make her feel the threat of death, but not enough to actually kill her.

This is the kind of pressure she needs.

Real pressure.

"enough."

Qian Daoliu's voice came from the ancestral hall.

Qian Renxue stopped in her tracks, panting heavily.

Her long, golden hair was disheveled and plastered to her face, her robes were covered in dust and bloodstains, and her holy sword was cracked as if it would shatter at any moment.

But she remained standing; she did not fall.

Ling Feng put away the Panlong Staff and walked up to her.

"We'll continue tomorrow."

Qian Renxue raised her head and looked at him.

In those golden eyes, there was no resentment, no grievance, only unwavering determination.

"it is good."

The second day, the third day, the fourth day, and the fifth day.

Every day, Ling Feng would fight Qian Renxue for an hour.

Every hour, Qian Renxue would be knocked down countless times, then get up, be knocked down again, and get up again.

Her body was covered in bruises, blood was always on her lips, and she went through one holy sword after another.

But she never gave up.

On the seventh day, Qian Renxue finally caught Ling Feng's first blow.

Although she took five steps back, although her tiger's mouth was cracked, and although another crack appeared on her holy sword.

But she caught it.

It didn't fall over.

Ling Feng looked at her, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"good."

Qian Renxue was panting heavily, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned.

"Again."