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

The voice rang out again, this time with an almost cruel coldness.

"First test: In the Domain of Destruction, slay a 500,000-year-old soul beast phantom formed from the power of destruction all by yourself."

You may not use any soul bone skills or any divine artifacts; you may only use your own martial soul and soul skills.

At the same time, you must endure the continuous erosion of the destructive power for thirty days.

If you can kill the phantom of the soul beast within thirty days and pass the test of the Domain of Destruction, the first test will be completed.

If you fail to kill it within thirty days, or are corrupted to death by the power of destruction, then you have failed the test.

Ling Feng's pupils suddenly contracted.

The phantom of a 500,000-year-old soul beast is an existence even more powerful than the Titan Blood Demon King.

Moreover, in the Domain of Destruction, the power of destruction is omnipresent, constantly eroding his body and soul.

He cannot use soul bone skills or the Returning Heart Sword; he can only use martial souls and soul skills.

This is a death sentence for him.

But he had no way out.

To retreat is to die.

If we don't retreat, there might still be a glimmer of hope.

The purple light receded, and Ling Feng's consciousness returned to the Hall of Worship.

He was covered in sweat, pale-faced, and panting heavily.

Qian Daoliu looked at him, his eyes filled with worry.

"What is the first test?" Qian Daoliu asked.

Ling Feng raised his head and looked at Qian Daoliu.

"In the Domain of Destruction, slay a phantom of a 500,000-year-old soul beast and hold out for 30 days."

"Soul Bone skills and divine artifacts cannot be used."

Qian Daoliu's fingers tightened suddenly.

He knew what the Domain of Destruction was; it was the divine domain of the God of Destruction, a space at the level of a god-king.

Ling Feng is only level 84, how could he possibly survive in that kind of place?

"Are you sure you want to go?" Qian Daoliu's voice was a little hoarse.

Ling Feng nodded.

"determine."

Qian Daoliu remained silent for a long time, so long that the candlelight in the hall flickered several times.

He stood up, walked up to Ling Feng, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Come back alive."

Ling Feng nodded.

"Don't worry, Grandpa Qian."

He did not go to see Qian Renxue, Jin Chen, or his parents.

He walked out of the offering hall alone and activated the purple token in the night.

A purple light enveloped him, and his figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

The Realm of Destruction.

Ling Feng opened his eyes and found himself standing in a void.

There was no sky, no earth, no light, no wind, only endless purple lightning intertwining in the void, and only omnipresent destructive power eroding his body.

His soul power was rapidly diminishing, his body was slowly aging, and his consciousness was being torn apart by some unseen force.

He released his martial spirit, and the phantom of the Dark Holy Dragon appeared behind him, with seven spirit rings pulsating up and down.

He gripped the Dragon Coil Staff tightly. The Dragon Coil Staff glowed faintly in the Domain of Destruction, a natural reaction of its status as a demigod artifact.

However, he did not use the Sword of Return to the Heart, because the Nine Trials of Destruction forbid the use of divine artifacts.

He walked forward.

Every step felt like walking on a knife's edge, every step subject to the corrosive power of destruction.

His skin began to crack, his blood began to evaporate, and cracks began to appear in his bones.

But he didn't stop.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he sensed a presence.

The aura was vast and violent, as if the god of destruction had personally descended.

Ahead, the phantom of a giant soul beast slowly emerged.

It was a dragon, entirely purple, its scales covered with destructive runes, its wings spread wide enough to blot out the sun, and purple flames flickering in its eyes.

Its aura was stronger than that of the Titan Blood Demon King, but weaker than that of Gu Yue Na. However, it was not made of flesh and blood; it was formed from pure destructive power.

A phantom of a 500,000-year-old soul beast, a destructive dragon.

It looked down at Ling Feng, its purple dragon eyes filled with contempt.

"Human, you are too weak."

Ling Feng did not answer. With the Panlong Staff in his hand, his eight spirit rings pulsed up and down, and the seventh spirit ring suddenly lit up.

The Dark Dragon King's true form was covered in black dragon scales, and his scarlet vertical pupils resembled two flames.

His aura surged, reaching level 84, level 90, and level 92.

He slammed his club down on the destructive dragon.

The battle has begun.

As expected, Ling Feng was swatted away by the Destruction Dragon's claw, crashing heavily into the void, coughing up blood.

Five deep, bone-revealing gashes appeared on his chest. The blood evaporated rapidly under the corrosive power of destruction, leaving behind black scorch marks.

But he did not fall. He struggled to his feet, gripped the dragon-patterned staff tightly, and charged forward again.

The first time, I was swatted away.

The second time, it was slapped away.

The third time, it was slapped away.

Ten times, twenty times, thirty times.

On the first day, Ling Feng was slapped away hundreds of times.

His body was covered in wounds, countless bones were broken, and his soul power was almost completely depleted.

But he is still alive, he is still standing.

The Destroyer Dragon looked at him, and the contempt in its eyes gradually turned into surprise.

"You still won't admit defeat?"

Ling Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze calm.

"Admit defeat?

"That's worse than death."

He charged forward again.

The second day, the third day, and the fourth day.

Chapter 172 Martial Soul Empire

Ling Feng is crushed by the Destruction Dragon every day, and struggles on the edge of life and death every day.

His soul power was constantly being eroded by the power of destruction, and his body was aging day by day, but his will was becoming stronger and stronger.

On the seventh day, Ling Feng left his first wound on the Destruction Dragon.

The wound was shallow, only breaking through a layer of dragon scales, but it was the first time he had injured his opponent in seven days.

On the tenth day, Ling Feng's Dark Dragon King true form could last even longer.

He learned to use the power of destruction in the Realm of Destruction to temper his body, and the power that was originally eroding him began to be absorbed by his body.

On the fifteenth day, Ling Feng's soul power broke through from level eighty-four to level eighty-five.

In the realm of destruction, between life and death, he broke through.

On the twentieth day, Ling Feng faced the Destruction Dragon head-on for the first time and was not sent flying.

He took a dozen steps back, but he stopped.

On the twenty-fifth day, Ling Feng's Dark Sacred Dragon Martial Soul began to evolve under the tempering of the power of destruction.

The phantom of the Dark Holy Dragon became more solid, and purple patterns appeared on its scales—marks of destructive power.

On the twenty-eighth day, Ling Feng's eighth spirit ring began to glow.

That 500,000-year-old jet-black spirit ring was like a black hole in the Domain of Destruction, absorbing the surrounding destructive power.

His eighth soul skill, the Sigh of the Dark Dragon God, has doubled in power compared to before.

On the twenty-ninth day, Ling Feng stood before the Destruction Dragon, his body covered in wounds and his soul power almost exhausted, but his eyes shone with an astonishing light.

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

The Dark Dragon God sighed, and a jet-black dragon shadow rose from behind him, colliding head-on with the purple dragon shadow of the Destruction Dragon.

boom--!

The deafening roar shook the heavens and earth, causing the entire realm of destruction to tremble.

Cracks began to appear on the body of the Destroyer Dragon, spreading from its head to its tail in a dense, spiderweb-like pattern.

It looked down at Ling Feng, its purple dragon eyes filled with complex emotions.