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

Qian Renxue gasped for breath as the holy sword slipped from her hand and stuck into the snow.

Her body was trembling; her soul power was exhausted, and the side effects of the angel's descent were beginning to appear.

She felt her consciousness fading and her body going limp.

Ling Feng helped her up.

"You did it."

Qian Renxue looked at him and smiled. The smile was faint, but genuine.

"We did it."

Jin Chen plopped down on the snow, panting heavily.

The four little ones also collapsed on the snow, covered in blood, some from the evil spirit master leader, and some from themselves.

But they are alive, they are all alive.

Zhao Tiezhu led his team up the mountain and saw the corpse of the evil spirit master leader lying in the snow, and Qian Renxue and the others covered in blood. His eyes reddened.

"Holy Maiden, you..."

Qian Renxue shook her head.

"fine.

Pack your things and head back to Wuhun City.

Zhao Tiezhu nodded and turned to direct the cleanup of the battlefield.

The corpse of the evil spirit master leader was burned to ashes, the altar was blown up, and the eerie black runes were completely erased.

The nauseating smell of blood that filled the air was quickly dispelled by the cold wind, and the snow returned to its pristine white, as if nothing had ever happened.

Qian Renxue stood in the snow, looking at the children she had rescued from the dry well. The children were wrapped in thick cotton clothes, and there were still tear stains on their little faces, but their eyes were shining.

"Holy Maiden, will those bad guys come back?"

Qian Renxue squatted down and looked into the child's eyes.

No, it won't happen again.

They will never come again.

The child smiled, a smile as bright as the sunshine.

On the horizon, the sun peeked out from behind the clouds, its golden rays bathing the snow-covered plain in a golden light.

Ling Feng stood beside her, side by side, looking at the sun.

The army trekked through the wind and snow for seven whole days before finally emerging from that vast snowfield.

The road they came from was covered by heavy snow, making it impossible to tell which way to go. They could only rely on Ling Feng's spiritual power to determine their location.

Zhao Tiezhu led the vanguard battalion to clear the way, the Iron-Spine Wolf's martial spirit appearing and disappearing in the wind and snow, each claw cleaving through a patch of snow.

Liu Ruyan and Shen Han flanked the two sides of the group. The warmth of the Flame Sparrow barely kept everyone's body temperature, and the chill of the Ice Wolf fought against the wind and snow, but it could not stop the biting cold.

Jin Chen walked in the middle of the group, his Golden Dragon Crocodile martial spirit attached to him, its thick dragon scales shielding him from most of the wind and snow.

Behind him followed four little ones: Hu Liena, Xie Yue, Yan, and Dugu Yan. The five of them formed a circle, shielding each other from the wind.

Hu Liena's face was red from the cold, and her lips were purple, but she gritted her teeth and didn't utter a sound.

Xie Yue sheathed his moon blade, wrapped his sister in his cloak, and left himself exposed to the wind and snow.

Yan's flames flickered in his palm, his soul power already mostly depleted.

Dugu Yan's Azure Dragon Martial Soul swirled within her body. The poisonous mist could not withstand the severe cold, so she could only huddle behind Jin Chen, clutching the hem of his clothes.

Ling Feng walked at the front of the group, with the Panlong Staff slung diagonally behind him, and his seven soul rings pulsating slowly.

His spiritual power was fully released, covering an area of ​​a hundred feet, and no movement could escape his perception.

His face was pale and his lips were cracked. Seven days ago, in the battle with the leader of the evil soul masters, he used the true form of the Dark Dragon King and was weak for three whole days.

For three days, he could barely stand, and Qian Renxue had to support him to walk.

Qian Renxue walked beside him, holding the Holy Sword in her hand, her nine soul rings pulsating up and down.

Her face was also pale; the side effects of the angel's descent were even more severe than Ling Feng's, leaving her weak for seven days.

For seven days, her soul power was almost zero, and she didn't even have the strength to lift a sword.

But she didn't fall; she supported Ling Feng, and Ling Feng supported her in return.

The two supported each other and walked step by step out of the snowfield.

On the evening of the seventh day, the snow finally stopped.

The sun peeked out from behind the clouds, and golden sunlight spilled onto the snowfield, turning the entire snowfield golden.

Warmth shone down from the sky, warming everyone and dispelling the chill that had accumulated over the past few days.

Jin Chen was the first to cheer, ripping off his cloak and letting out a long howl. "It's warm now!"

The four little ones cheered along, hugging each other, laughing and jumping.

Zhao Tiezhu grinned, Liu Ruyan's lips curled up, and Shen Han's eyes lit up.

Qian Renxue stood at the edge of the snowfield, looking at the sun, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Ling Feng stood beside her, looking at her, a slight smile playing on his lips.

They didn't speak, they just stood side by side, watching the sun peek out from behind the clouds, watching the golden sunlight spill onto the snowfield and onto them.

The army continued south, gradually emerging from the frigid lands.

The snow on the roadside was getting thinner and thinner, and the withered grass roots were being exposed in the fields. Smoke was rising from the villages in the distance.

The people stood by the roadside, watching the army returning from the north, watching the banner with angels and dragons intertwined, and they all knelt down, kowtowing and cheering.

They heard that the Holy Maiden and Holy Son of the Spirit Hall had led a large army to the north to wipe out the evil spirit masters and save tens of thousands of people.

"Long live the Spirit Hall! Long live the Holy Maiden! Long live the Holy Son!"

Cheers rose and fell, echoing across the wilderness.

Qian Renxue felt a surge of warmth in her heart as she looked at the kneeling people.

She thought of the innocent people in the north who died at the hands of evil spirit masters, and of the children trembling in the dry wells.

Her eyes reddened, but she held back her tears.

She knew she couldn't cry.

Half a month later, the outline of Wuhun City finally appeared on the horizon.

As the sun sets, it bathes the entire city in gold, and the wings of the angel statue seem to be coated with flames in the afterglow.

The city wall was filled with people, and all seven of the retainers—Qian Daoliu, Jin E Douluo, Qian Jun Jiang Mo, Qing Luan Xiong Shi Guang Ling—were present.

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Qian Xunji stood on the steps, her crown tassels swaying gently in the evening breeze.

Qian Gu Xiaoye stood beside him, while Tuoba Yue'er stood behind him.

Everyone has arrived.

As the army marched to the city gate, Qian Renxue dismounted, with Ling Feng following behind her.

Qian Xunji stepped forward, looked at her daughter, at her tanned face, her chapped lips, and at the weariness in her eyes, and her eyes reddened.

"Good, good, good."

He said "good" three times in a row, his voice hoarse.

"Xue'er, you did a great job."

Qian Renxue knelt down and kowtowed three times.

"Father, your daughter is back."

Qian Xunji helped her up and patted her shoulder.

"It's good that you're back."

"It's good that you're back."

His tears finally fell.

Qian Daoliu stood on the steps, looking at Qian Renxue and Ling Feng, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He didn't speak, he just nodded at them.

Qian Renxue nodded to him, and Ling Feng also nodded to him.

Inside the offering hall, the seven worshippers gathered together, a rare occurrence.

Qian Daoliu sat high in the main seat, his gaze sweeping over Qian Renxue and Ling Feng, before finally speaking.

"The Northern Evil Soul Masters have been wiped out. Saintess Qian Renxue and Saint Son Qian Gu Lingfeng have made meritorious contributions in leading the team."

He paused, then raised his voice a few decibels, "I have decided that Saintess Qian Renxue will be promoted to Commander of the First Legion of the Angel Legion, and will enjoy the salary of a Legion Commander."

Holy Son Qian Gu Ling Feng has been promoted to Commander of the First Legion of the Angelic Legion and enjoys the salary of a Legion Commander.

Jin Chen, Hu Liena, Xie Yue, Yan, and Dugu Yan were all promoted to stewards of the Spirit Hall and will enjoy steward salaries.

Zhao Tiezhu, Liu Ruyan, Shen Han, Sun Fang, Sun Fei, Han Qing, and Zhou Tai were all promoted to stewards of the Spirit Hall and will enjoy steward salaries.

The First Angel Legion will reward each participating soldier with one thousand Soul Coins and three Spirit Herbs.

Qian Renxue knelt on one knee.

"Thank you, Your Excellency."

Ling Feng also knelt on one knee.

"Thank you, Your Excellency."

Jin Chen and the four little ones knelt behind him, saying in unison, "Thank you, Great Elder!"

Zhao Tiezhu and the others knelt behind him and said in unison, "Thank you, Great Elder!"