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

On the tenth day, Qian Renxue survived ten moves from Ling Feng for the first time.

On the twentieth day, she survived twenty moves.

On the thirtieth day, she survived thirty moves.

Her soul power was slowly but steadily increasing, reaching level 65, then peaking at level 65, and finally level 66.

In one month, she advanced to the next level.

In the main hall, Qian Daoliu looked at the report in his hand, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Xue'er, you're even faster than Grandpa expected."

But he knew this was just the beginning.

The further you go, the harder it becomes to make a breakthrough.

It takes longer to go from level 66 to level 67 than from level 65 to level 66.

Levels 67 to 68, and even longer.

Level 68 to 69, and level 69 to 70, each level is a hurdle, and each hurdle requires twice the effort.

But Qianrenxue is not afraid.

She felt pressure, pressure from Ling Feng.

That pressure, like a raging fire, tempered her bones and muscles, tempered her soul power, and tempered her will.

She grew under pressure, broke through under pressure, and transformed under pressure.

On the thirty-fifth day, Qian Renxue forced Ling Feng to use his soul skill for the first time.

It wasn't a powerful soul skill, just her first soul skill, but it was the first time she forced Ling Feng to take it seriously.

The first spirit ring lit up on Ling Feng's Panlong Staff.

Dark dragon flames rose from the staff, transforming into a black dragon that lunged at Qian Renxue.

Qian Renxue did not retreat. She raised her holy sword, and her sixth soul ring suddenly lit up.

"Sixth Soul Skill, Angelic Judgment!"

The golden holy sword descended from the sky and collided head-on with the black dragon.

boom--!

A deafening roar shook the heavens, and a huge crater was blasted open in the ground of the training ground.

Qian Renxue retreated seven steps, while Ling Feng remained completely still.

But Qian Renxue laughed, because Ling Feng's robe had a tear caused by sword energy.

That was the first time she hurt Ling Feng.

Ling Feng looked down at the tear in his robe, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"good."

Qian Renxue sheathed her holy sword, panting heavily.

"Again."

Ling Feng shook his head.

That's enough for today.

You are injured.

Qian Renxue looked down at her arm, where there was a burn wound caused by dragon flames, the flesh torn open and blood gushing out.

She didn't feel any pain.

She looked up at Ling Feng.

"I am fine."

Ling Feng looked at her, remained silent for a moment, and then nodded.

"it is good."

On the fiftieth day, Qian Renxue broke through to level sixty-seven.

On the sixtieth day, she broke through to level sixty-eight.

On the seventieth day, she broke through to level sixty-nine.

In three months, she broke through four levels, from level 65 to level 69, just one step away from level 70.

But she got stuck at this step.

Chapter 141 Divinely Bestowed Soul Ring

Day 75, Day 80, Day 90.

Qian Renxue's soul power remained at the peak of level 69. No matter how she cultivated or fought, she could not break through that thin bottleneck.

That bottleneck was like an invisible wall, blocking her way and making it impossible for her to move forward.

Qian Renxue stood on the training ground, panting heavily.

Her body was covered in wounds, her soul power was almost exhausted, and her holy sword was covered in cracks.

She looked at Ling Feng across from her, and for the first time, confusion appeared in his golden eyes.

"Xiao Feng, am I... unable to do it?"

Ling Feng looked at her, his gaze calm.

You weren't like this before.

Qian Renxue was stunned.

Ling Feng continued, "You never doubted yourself before."

You never used to ask if it was possible.

Before, all you could do was…

Qian Renxue fell silent.

Yes, she never doubted herself before.

She awakened her innate level 20 soul power at the age of six, became a Soul King at eleven, and a Soul Emperor at twelve.

She has had a smooth and successful journey, never encountering any real setbacks.

This was the first time she had hit a bottleneck, the first time she had felt powerless, and the first time she had doubted herself.

Do you know why you're stuck here?

Ling Feng's voice was calm.

Qian Renxue looked at him and shook her head.

"Because you're afraid."

Ling Feng said slowly and deliberately, "You're afraid you won't be able to break through, you're afraid you'll let down the Angel God's expectations, you're afraid you'll disappoint your grandfather, you're afraid you'll disappoint the Spirit Hall."

You fear too many things, so many that you've forgotten why you cultivate in the first place.

Qian Renxue's body trembled slightly.

Ling Feng stepped forward and stood in front of her.

“You cultivate not for the Angel God, not for Grandpa, and not for the Spirit Hall.”

It's for your own sake.

To become stronger, to protect those you want to protect, and to walk the path you want to walk.

He paused, his voice very soft.

"You've forgotten what you looked like when you first stood in front of me."

You were six years old then, with golden hair and golden eyes, as proud as a phoenix.

You said, 'My name is Qian Renxue, the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall, and I will become the strongest angel in the future.'

Back then, you weren't afraid of anything.

Now, you're scared.

Where did the fearless Qian Renxue go?

Qian Renxue's eyes reddened.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she held them back and didn't let them fall.

She recalled the scene when she first met Ling Feng when she was six years old.

At that time, she stood behind her grandfather, with golden hair and golden eyes, as proud as a phoenix.

She looked at Ling Feng and said, "My name is Qian Renxue, the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall. In the future, I will become the strongest angel."

At that time, she was not afraid of anything.

Now, she's scared.

I'm afraid I won't be able to break through, afraid I'll let everyone down.

She suddenly smiled.

That smile was bittersweet yet resigned.

"Xiao Feng, thank you."

Ling Feng looked at her without saying a word.

Qian Renxue took a deep breath and gripped the Holy Sword tightly.

Her eyes changed; they were no longer filled with confusion or fear, but with determination, confidence, and the light she had possessed since she was six years old.

"Again."

Ling Feng's lips curled up slightly.