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

The old man lay in the snow, covered in blood, breathing weakly, but still alive.

The crowd rushed over, and the old man struggled to open his eyes, looking at Qian Renxue, his lips moving weakly.

"They...they went north...there's a big snow mountain...that's their lair...there's...a very powerful person there...a Title Douluo..."

Qian Renxue held the old man's hand.

"Don't worry, old man, we will kill them."

The old man looked at her and smiled, but it was a bitter smile.

"An angel...an angel has come..."

He closed his eyes and let his hands fall to his sides.

Qian Renxue gently placed the old man's hand back into the snow, stood up, and gripped the holy sword tightly.

"All personnel, listen to my command: target: the snow-capped mountains to the north."

The Daxue Mountain is located in the deepest part of the extremely cold region, at an altitude of several thousand meters, covered with snow all year round, and rarely visited by people.

The evil spirit master's lair is located halfway up the snow-capped mountain, at an ancient altar.

Qian Renxue led her army to the foot of the snow mountain, leaving Zhao Tiezhu and his troops to wait at the foot of the mountain. She and Ling Feng took Jin Chen and the four little ones up the mountain.

The road up the mountain was steep, the snow was deep, and the wind was strong.

Qian Renxue walked at the front, holding the Holy Sword, its golden light illuminating the path ahead.

Ling Feng walked beside her, his mental energy fully released.

Jin Chen walked at the very back, his Golden Dragon Crocodile martial spirit infused with him, ready to fight at any moment.

The four little ones walked in the middle, with Hu Liena's demon fox spirit appearing behind her, Xie Yue's moon blade in hand, Yan's flames burning around her, and Dugu Yan's poisonous mist swirling around her.

They were nervous, but no one backed down.

After walking for half an hour, an ancient altar appeared ahead.

The altar was made of black stone, covered with eerie runes, and exuded a strong smell of blood.

In the center of the altar stood a person.

No, that's not a person, it's a monster.

His body was covered in black scales, he had two twisted horns on his head, his eyes were blood red, and black liquid dripped from the corner of his mouth.

His aura was very strong; he was a level 92 Title Douluo.

The leader of the evil spirit masters, whose name and martial spirit are unknown, is known only to be a ruthless killer who uses human sacrifices and cultivates with blood.

He looked down at Qian Renxue and the others, his blood-red eyes filled with contempt.

"A little kid from the Spirit Hall?"

"You think you can just come here to die?"

Qian Renxue did not answer, but simply raised her holy sword, her nine spirit rings pulsating up and down, the ninth golden spirit ring shining like a sun in the snow.

The leader of the evil soul masters' pupils contracted slightly. He sensed that this little human girl was very strong, a level 94 Title Douluo, two levels higher than him.

"That's interesting."

He grinned, revealing a mouthful of black teeth. "I happen to be lacking the blood of an angel."

Qian Renxue didn't speak, she just drew her sword.

A sword strike, swift as lightning, aimed straight for the throat of the evil spirit master leader.

The leader of the evil spirit masters dodged to the side and raised his hand to strike Qian Renxue's chest.

Qian Renxue sheathed her sword to parry, but was knocked back three steps.

The leader of the evil spirit masters remained unmoved.

"Not bad, you managed to withstand one of my attacks."

He grinned maliciously, "But I only used thirty percent of my strength."

Ling Feng made his move.

The dragon-patterned staff swept horizontally, aiming straight for the waist of the evil spirit master leader.

The leader of the evil spirit masters raised his hand to block, but was forced back a step.

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"A level 78 Soul Saint can repel me?"

Your martial spirit is extraordinary.

Ling Feng didn't speak, he just continued his attack.

Jin Chen and the four little ones also joined the attack, surrounding the leader of the evil soul masters from all directions.

The leader of the evil spirit masters fought seven opponents single-handedly without being at a disadvantage.

His strength is too great; he's a level 92 Title Douluo, far beyond what Jin Chen and the four little ones can handle.

Qian Renxue took a deep breath, and her ninth soul ring suddenly lit up.

"Ninth Soul Skill, Angel's Descent!"

Golden light erupted from her body, and the phantom of a twelve-winged angel appeared behind her, merging with her martial spirit.

Her aura surged, reaching level 94, 95, 96, and 97.

It climbed all the way up to level 97 before stopping.

She raised her holy sword and slashed at the leader of the evil spirit masters.

The leader of the evil spirit masters' pupils suddenly contracted; he sensed that he couldn't withstand this sword strike.

He tried to dodge, but it was too late.

The holy sword landed on him, and golden light exploded, illuminating the entire snow-capped mountain.

The leader of the evil spirit masters screamed and flew backward, crashing heavily into the altar and shattering half of it.

A deep sword wound appeared on his chest, and black blood gushed from the wound, dripping onto the snow with a sizzling sound.

Qian Renxue gasped for breath, the holy sword trembling slightly in her hand.

The descent of the angel was too taxing; she felt her soul power rapidly draining away, and she couldn't hold on for long.

"You...you actually managed to hurt me..."

The leader of the evil spirit masters struggled to his feet, his blood-red eyes filled with shock.

Qian Renxue gripped the holy sword tightly.

"I told you, I'm here to kill you."

The leader of the evil spirit masters looked at her and suddenly laughed, a ferocious and insane laugh.

"You think you can kill me like this?"

He raised his hand, and the black runes on the altar began to glow. A strong smell of blood emanated from the altar, transforming into a black pillar of light that shot straight into the sky.

His aura began to surge, reaching level 92, 93, 94, 95, 96, and 97.

It climbed all the way up to level 97 before stopping.

Qian Renxue's pupils suddenly contracted.

He used evil magic, sacrificing the blood of hundreds of people at the altar, to forcibly enhance his strength.

"Little girl, I told you, you are no match for me."

The leader of the evil spirit masters grinned maliciously and lunged at Qian Renxue.

Ling Feng stood in front of Qian Renxue, holding the Panlong Staff, and his seventh soul ring suddenly lit up.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Dark Dragon King True Form!"

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.

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His aura surged, reaching levels 78, 80, 85, 90, and 92.

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

He raised the dragon-patterned staff and swung it at the leader of the evil spirit masters.

The leader of the evil spirit masters raised his hand to block, but was knocked back three steps.

Ling Feng was also forced back three steps.

"Your martial soul is the Dark Sacred Dragon?"

A glint of greed flashed in the eyes of the evil soul master leader. "If I kill you and devour your martial soul, I can break through to level ninety-nine."

Ling Feng didn't speak, he just continued his attack.

The Panlong Staff slammed into the leader of the evil soul masters, unleashing a deafening roar.

Qian Renxue took a deep breath and raised the holy sword once more.

"Ninth Soul Skill, Angel's Descent!"

Golden light erupted from her body once more; this time, she poured all her power into this sword strike.

The holy sword cleaved down, carrying the power to destroy everything, and slashed towards the leader of the evil soul masters.

The leader of the evil spirit masters tried to dodge, but Jin Chen grabbed his leg from the side, and the four little ones grabbed his arms from behind.

He was a beat too slow, and the holy sword landed on his head.

Golden light burst forth, illuminating the entire snow-capped mountain.

The head of the evil spirit master leader flew up, tumbled several times in the air, landed on the snow, and rolled a long way.

His body crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of snow.

Black blood gushed from the severed neck and quickly froze into icicles.