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

"it is good."

He raised the Panlong Staff, and his seventh spirit ring suddenly lit up.

The true form of the Dark Dragon King.

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

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

Its entire body was covered in black dragon scales, its scarlet vertical pupils were like two flames, and its jet-black dragon tail swayed behind it.

Qian Renxue's pupils suddenly contracted.

She knew Ling Feng was very strong, but she had never seen him use his full strength.

The pressure from the level 92 Title Douluo was like a mountain pressing down on her, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

But her eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"Come!"

She roared, raising her holy sword, and her sixth spirit ring suddenly lit up.

"Sixth Soul Skill, Angelic Judgment!"

A golden holy sword descended from the sky and slashed towards Ling Feng.

Ling Feng raised the Dragon-Coiling Staff and slammed it down.

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

The ground of the training ground shattered completely, and lapis lazuli fragments flew into the air before falling like raindrops.

Qian Renxue was sent flying backwards, but she didn't fall. She did a somersault in the air and landed steadily on the ground.

She was panting heavily, covered in blood, but her eyes shone with an astonishing light.

She sensed it; the bottleneck was loosening.

Under Ling Feng's oppressive aura, the threat of death, and the extreme stimulation, the bottleneck that had been holding her back for a month finally began to loosen.

"Again!"

She roared and raised the holy sword once more.

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

"it is good."

The dragon-shaped staff slammed down again.

Qian Renxue was sent flying backward again, but she stood up again.

Once, twice, three times, four times, five times.

She didn't know how many times she was knocked down, nor how many times she got back up.

Her consciousness began to blur, her body began to become unresponsive, and her soul power was exhausted.

But she was still standing.

For the tenth time, Qian Renxue stood up and raised the Holy Sword.

Her body was trembling, her legs were shaking, her hands were trembling, but her eyes shone with an astonishing light.

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

"Xiao Feng, thank you."

Ling Feng looked at her without saying a word.

Qian Renxue closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Inside her body, that thin bottleneck finally shattered.

Peak level 69, level 70.

Golden light burst forth from her body, illuminating the entire training ground.

Her aura surged, reaching level 70, the peak of level 70, level 71.

It climbed all the way to the peak of level seventy-one before stopping.

The first test from the angel god has been passed.

It took three months, nine months faster than the stipulated one year.

Qian Renxue opened her eyes, and Ling Feng's figure was reflected in her golden pupils.

She looked at him and smiled.

That smile was as bright as sunshine, dispelling all the gloom on the training ground.

"Xiao Feng, I did it."

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 on for thirty breaths, until Qian Renxue broke through.

"I know."

His voice was soft, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.

Qian Renxue looked at his pale face and weak breath, and her eyes reddened.

She stepped forward and helped him up.

Why did you use the true form of the Dark Dragon King?

You know it will make you weak for three days.

Ling Feng looked at her, his gaze calm.

"Because the pressure you need can only be given by the true form of the Dark Dragon King."

Qian Renxue's tears finally fell.

She hugged Ling Feng tightly.

"fool."

Ling Feng neither pushed her away nor said anything.

He just stood there and let her hug him.

On the training ground, golden sunlight shone down, illuminating the two people.

Their shadows intertwined, indistinguishable from one another.

Qian Daoliu stood by the window of the sacrificial hall, looking at the two figures on the martial arts field, a slight smile playing on his lips.

His eyes reddened, but he held back his tears.

"it is good."

His voice was very soft, “Good boy.”

The angel statue stood silent in the candlelight, its face both compassionate and majestic.

The corners of the statue's mouth seem to be slightly upturned, as if it is smiling.

Qian Renxue passed the first test from the angel god.

Chapter 142 Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring

But eight more tests await her.

She didn't know what those assessments were, nor how difficult they were.

But she wasn't afraid.

Because Ling Feng was by her side.

The angel's nine tests, the first test, are complete.

Reward: One divinely bestowed Soul Ring.

Qian Renxue stood before the angel statue, holding the golden bead in her hand.

The beads contain the power of angels, warm and sacred, like sunshine and hope.

She closed her eyes and began to condense her seventh spirit ring.

The golden bead slowly rotated in Qian Renxue's palm, like a small sun, radiating a warm and sacred light.

That was a divinely bestowed soul ring, a reward left to her by the angel god, the reward for passing the first test.

Unlike spirit rings obtained by hunting spirit beasts, divinely bestowed spirit rings do not require fighting or killing; they only require condensation.

With her will, her soul power, and her bloodline, she condensed this golden bead into her seventh soul ring.

Qian Renxue sat cross-legged in front of the angel statue, her eyes slightly closed, her hands holding the golden bead.

Her breathing was steady and long, her soul power flowed slowly within her body, and her martial spirit floated quietly behind her.

The phantom of an eight-winged angel spread its eight wings, enveloping Qian Renxue, and golden light illuminated the entire hall.

Qian Daoliu stood at a distance, hands behind his back, his eyes fixed on Qian Renxue.

He didn't speak, nor did he approach; he knew this was Qian Renxue's own battle.

He could only watch and wait.

Ling Feng stood at the entrance of the sacrificial hall, leaning against the door frame, his face still pale.

The Dark Dragon King's true form was still in a weakened state; his soul power was less than 30% remaining, and his body was so weak that he could barely stand.

But he didn't leave. He stood there, watching over Qian Renxue.

Jin Chen also arrived, standing quietly beside Ling Feng.

He stared wide-eyed at the golden bead in Qian Renxue's hand.

"Boss, is that a divinely bestowed soul ring?"