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

Azure Phoenix Douluo finally released his martial soul.

The phantom of the Azure Phoenix appeared behind him, its body entirely azure, its wings like blades, and its golden eyes looking down upon all living beings.

His aura also surged, and the pressure of a level 98 Super Douluo was released without reservation, like a mountain pressing down on Ling Feng and Qian Renxue.

He raised his right hand and struck out with his palm.

The azure wind coalesced into a giant hand, reaching out to grab Ling Feng and Qian Renxue.

The dragon-shaped staff slammed into the giant hand, unleashing a deafening roar, but the giant hand remained completely still.

The holy sword pierced the giant hand, bursting forth with dazzling golden light, yet the giant hand remained completely still.

Ling Feng and Qian Renxue were grabbed by the giant hand and unable to move.

“Your Martial Soul True Body is very strong, but your control over your power is not enough.”

The Azure Phoenix Douluo's voice was calm, "The Dark Dragon King's true form is not something you can attack with brute force."

The true form of an angel is not for you to blindly charge forward.

You need to learn how to achieve the greatest effect with the least amount of effort.

He released his grip, and Ling Feng and Qian Renxue landed on the ground, panting heavily.

The time limit for both the Dark Dragon King's true form and the Angel's true form had expired, and their auras plummeted, their faces turning as pale as paper.

"We'll continue tomorrow."

Qingluan Douluo turned around and walked back into the crowd.

Chapter 147 The Real Battle

Qian Daoliu sat in the main seat, looking at Ling Feng and Qian Renxue, with a slight smile on his lips.

"good.

There was a slight improvement compared to yesterday.

Ling Feng raised his head and looked at Qian Daoliu.

"Grandpa Qian, who's it tomorrow?"

Qian Daoliu thought for a moment.

"Light Feather".

The Light Feather Douluo emerged from the corner, holding the light crossbow in his hand, the bolt spinning between his fingertips.

He looked at Ling Feng and Qian Renxue, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"I will take good care of you tomorrow."

Ling Feng and Qian Renxue exchanged a glance, both seeing the helplessness in each other's eyes.

The next day, Guangling Douluo.

A level 98 Super Douluo, wielding the Light Feather Crossbow, the ultimate master of ranged attacks.

Unlike Qingluan Douluo, he didn't stand still and wait for them to attack; instead, he launched an attack from the very beginning.

The bolts from the Light Feather Crossbow were as fast as lightning, each one precisely aimed at Ling Feng and Qian Renxue's weaknesses.

Ling Feng and Qian Renxue tried desperately to dodge, but the crossbow bolts rained down like a storm, leaving them nowhere to hide.

"You're moving too slowly."

The voice of the Light Feather Douluo came from all directions, elusive and unpredictable.

"In a real battle, the enemy will not give you time to prepare."

They will kill you with the fastest speed and the strongest attack.

Ling Feng gritted his teeth and swung his dragon-patterned staff so tightly that it blocked most of the crossbow bolts.

Qian Renxue hid behind Ling Feng, wielding her holy sword to block the remaining crossbow bolts.

But they knew that the Light Feather Douluo hadn't used his full strength.

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

This is how the worshippers are trained—to push their limits.

On the third day, the lion fought against the demon.

A level 98 Super Douluo, with the Martial Soul Purgatory Lion, the ultimate master of frontal attacks.

He didn't use ranged attacks like Guangling Douluo, nor did he use skill to overcome force like Qingluan Douluo.

He chose the simplest and most brutal method—a head-on crushing victory.

With a single step, Lion Douluo blasted a crater in the ground, his entire body like a moving mountain, crushing towards Ling Feng and Qian Renxue.

His fists were engulfed in blazing flames, each punch carrying earth-shattering power.

Ling Feng and Qian Renxue tried their best to resist, but the Lion Douluo's power was too strong, so strong that their bones were groaning.

"Your defenses are too weak."

The Lion Douluo's voice was like muffled thunder, "In a real battle, the enemy will not give you a chance to dodge."

They will only use their strongest power to crush you head-on.

Ling Feng gritted his teeth, holding the Panlong Staff horizontally in front of him, and took the punch from the Lion Douluo head-on.

boom!

The dragon staff nearly slipped from his grasp, and his body flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground.

Qian Renxue rushed forward, her holy sword aimed straight for the Lion Douluo's throat, but the Lion Douluo simply raised his hand and slapped her away.

"Again."

The Lion Douluo's voice was calm.

Ling Feng got up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and gripped the Panlong Staff tightly.

Qian Renxue got up and gripped the holy sword tightly.

The two looked at each other and nodded at the same time.

"The true form of the Dark Dragon King!"

"The true form of an angel!"

Black dragon scales, golden wings.

Ling Feng and Qian Renxue's auras surged, and they pounced on the Lion Douluo at the same time.

This time, they didn't confront each other head-on, but chose to cooperate.

Ling Feng drew Lion Douluo's attention from the front, while Qian Renxue attacked from the side.

The Dragon Staff collided with Lion Douluo's fist, unleashing a deafening roar.

The holy sword pierced towards Lion Douluo's ribs. Lion Douluo dodged to the side, but Qian Renxue's holy sword still left a gash in his robe.

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

"good.

But that's not enough.

He took a step forward and threw a punch at Ling Feng.

Ling Feng raised his staff to block, but was sent flying by the force of the blow.

The Lion Douluo turned around and struck Qian Renxue with a palm.

Qian Renxue raised her sword to block, but was sent flying.

The two men landed on the ground, panting heavily, covered in blood, but their eyes shone with an astonishing light.

"Again."

Ling Feng's voice was calm.

Lion Douluo looked at them and suddenly laughed.

That's enough for today.

To be continued tomorrow.

Day 4, Day 5, Day 6, Day 7.

Every day, Ling Feng and Qian Renxue would fight against a respected elder.

Azure Phoenix, Radiant Feather, Mighty Lion, Thousand-Pound, Demon-Subduing, Golden Crocodile.

Each of the worshippers has a different fighting style, different attack methods, and different weaknesses.

Ling Feng and Qian Renxue continuously learn, improve, and break through in their battles against them.

On the seventh day, the Golden Crocodile Douluo appeared.

A level 99 peerless Douluo, with the martial soul Golden Dragon Crocodile, the second elder of the Spirit Hall, whose strength is second only to Qian Daoliu.

He stood in the center of the training ground, hands behind his back, his golden eyes looking calmly at Ling Feng and Qian Renxue.

"Today, I will show no mercy."

Golden Crocodile Douluo's voice was calm, "You should be prepared to get injured."

Ling Feng and Qian Renxue exchanged a glance and nodded simultaneously.

They knew that what Golden Crocodile Douluo said was true.

For the first six days, the worshippers held back their strength, using just enough power to injure them and make them feel threatened with death.

But today, Golden Crocodile Douluo will not hold back.

He will give it his all.

"The true form of the Dark Dragon King!"

"The true form of an angel!"