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

Qianjun Douluo nodded.

"I'll go with my second brother."

The Demon-Slaying Douluo didn't speak, but stepped forward, his meaning clear.

Qian Daoliu looked at them, remained silent for a moment, and slowly shook his head.

"You can't go."

Golden Crocodile Douluo frowned.

"why?"

Qian Daoliu's voice was calm.

"Because you are too strong."

If you go, the evil spirit master will run away.

In the extremely cold region, which spans thousands of miles, he is determined to hide, and you will not be able to find him.

Even if he moves to a different place, changes his identity, and continues to harm people, you still won't be able to find him.

Golden Crocodile Douluo remained silent.

He knew his older brother was right.

Qian Daoliu's gaze fell on the entrance of the palace.

There, two figures stood side by side, one in black and one in gold, none other than Ling Feng and Qian Renxue.

Qian Renxue was dressed in white, her long golden hair flowing like gold in the candlelight. She held the Holy Sword in her hand, her nine soul rings pulsating. The ninth soul ring was entirely golden, and after three hundred thousand years, it looked like another sun in the candlelight.

Ling Feng stood beside her, dressed in a black robe, with his dragon-patterned staff slung diagonally behind him. His seven spirit rings pulsated up and down, four black and three red, with faint silver patterns flowing within the last black spirit ring—his seventh spirit ring, which had been in existence for 380,000 years.

Qian Daoliu looked at them, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"You go."

Without hesitation, Qian Renxue stepped forward and knelt on one knee.

"Grandson obeys."

Ling Feng also stepped forward and knelt on one knee.

"This junior obeys."

Qian Daoliu stood up, walked to them, and looked down at the two young men.

He stared at it for a long time, so long that the candlelight in the hall flickered several times.

He raised his hand and patted Qian Renxue's shoulder, then patted Ling Feng's shoulder.

"Come back alive."

Qian Renxue raised her head and looked into her grandfather's cloudy and deep eyes.

"Don't worry, Grandpa."

Ling Feng didn't speak, he just nodded.

When Qian Renxue and Ling Feng walked out of the offering hall, Jin Chen was already waiting in the courtyard.

He changed into a brand new team uniform, dark blue, with an angel and a dragon embroidered on his chest. The Golden Dragon Crocodile Martial Soul hummed within him, and his four Soul Rings pulsed up and down.

His face was devoid of its usual playful expression, only seriousness.

"Boss, Sister Xue'er, I'm going too."

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

"it is good."

Hu Liena, Xie Yue, Yan, and Dugu Yan, the four little ones, also stood in the courtyard. Each of them had changed into a set of tight-fitting clothes, their martial spirits were attached to them, and their spirit rings were pulsating up and down.

Hu Liena's demon fox spirit appeared behind her, her small face full of determination.

"Brother Lingfeng, let's go too."

Ling Feng looked at the four little ones, at the light in their eyes.

He wanted to refuse, but he knew they weren't delicate flowers in a greenhouse; they were the future of the Spirit Hall and needed to weather the storms.

"it is good.

But you must obey.

The four little ones replied in unison, "Yes!"

The First Legion of Angels assembled before the Papal Palace.

One thousand Soul Masters, ten brigades, one hundred people in each brigade, and the brigade leaders are all Soul Saints or above.

Zhao Tiezhu stood at the front of the first brigade, the martial spirit of the Iron-Spine Wolf roaring within him, his eyes shining with astonishing light.

Liu Ruyan stood behind him, with a firebird leaping on her shoulder, her red dress as fiery as fire.

Shen Han's face was cold, and the chilling aura of the Ice Wolf Martial Soul condensed into frost around him.

Sun Fang and Sun Fei walked hand in hand, with vines spreading from beneath their feet.

Han Qing's figure blended into the shadows, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

Zhou Tai's Thunder Leopard Martial Soul crackled and sparks danced around him.

Qian Renxue stood before a thousand Soul Masters, her Holy Sword in hand, her nine Soul Rings pulsating rhythmically.

Her gaze swept over everyone, and she saw the determination in their eyes.

She didn't say much, only one sentence.

"Set off."

The army set off.

Outside Wuhun City, a dark mass of people stretched for miles.

Ahead were Qian Renxue and Ling Feng, one in black and one in gold, walking side by side.

Behind him were Jin Chen and the four little ones, then Zhao Tiezhu and the other seven, and then a thousand elite Soul Masters from the Spirit Hall.

The flags fluttered in the wind, and the emblem of angels and dragons gleamed in the sunlight.

The people of Wuhun City stood on both sides of the street, watching the army depart.

No one spoke; only the flags fluttered in the wind.

They knew that this army was going north to kill the evil spirit masters.

They also knew that this army would definitely return.

The North, a land of extreme cold.

The snow-covered plains stretched endlessly, and the cold wind was like a knife.

The temperature here is so low that it can freeze steel and crack, and even soul power is insufficient to maintain body temperature.

Qian Renxue led her army for ten days and ten nights before finally arriving at the area where the evil spirit masters were active.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, and the snow was littered with corpses—human, spirit beast, and other unidentifiable remains.

The corpses were in extremely gruesome condition; some had been drained of their blood, some had their internal organs ripped out, and some had been torn to pieces.

Hu Liena's face was pale, and she covered her mouth, struggling to hold back from vomiting.

Xie Yue's hand, gripping the moon blade, trembled slightly.

Flames engulfed Yan, but he felt no warmth, only cold.

Chapter 161 Fierce Battle

Dugu Yan's Azure Dragon Martial Soul swirled within her body, while dark green poisonous mist swirled around her, and her eyes were red.

Jin Chen clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking.

"brute."

Qian Renxue didn't speak, but simply gripped the Holy Sword tightly.

Ling Feng didn't speak, but simply released his spiritual power, enveloping an area of ​​a hundred feet in radius.

Zhao Tiezhu walked over and whispered, "Holy Maiden, there's a village ahead, and there are still living people there."

Qian Renxue nodded.

"Go and see."

The village is small, with only a few dozen households, but there is no one there anymore.

There was only a pile of corpses and a few children shivering in a dry well.

Zhao Tiezhu rescued the children from the well; the oldest was only ten years old, and the youngest was only four or five.

They were covered in blood, their little faces filled with fear, unable to speak, only trembling.

Qian Renxue squatted down and looked at the oldest child.

Don't be afraid.

"We're from the Spirit Hall, here to rescue you."

The child looked at her, at her long golden hair and golden eyes, and suddenly burst into tears.

Qian Renxue hugged the child tightly.

"It's alright now."

It's alright now.

Her eyes reddened, but she held back her tears.

She knew she couldn't cry; she was the commander-in-chief of this army, the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall, and the successor of the Angel God.

Ling Feng stood beside her, looking at the children, without saying a word.

His spiritual power swept across the village and found a seriously injured old man behind a low wall.