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

His hands were trembling, his legs were trembling, his whole body was trembling.

It wasn't fear, or rather, it wasn't entirely fear.

There was also hatred, resentment, and an emotion he couldn't describe, like something swelling and tearing inside his chest, about to explode.

The lock on the iron gate was opened with a click, as crisp as a bone breaking.

The iron gate was pushed open with a creak, and the rusty hinges made a sharp scraping sound.

A lamp was brought in.

The lights were blinding, and Yu Xiaogang squinted, her vision blurring.

He could only see a few blurry outlines standing at the iron gate, blocking most of the light.

The person standing at the very front was tall and wore a dark robe with gold trim at the collar, and a sword hung at his waist.

The person took two steps forward.

His footsteps were so light they were almost inaudible, but each step felt like it was pressing down on Yu Xiaogang's chest, making it hard for him to breathe.

The lamp was raised higher, illuminating Yu Xiaogang's face.

His face was covered in blood, his left eye was so swollen he couldn't open it, and his right eye could barely see a little light.

His lip was split open, the blood had dried and formed a hard black scab.

His forehead was cut, and a bloody line stretched from his hairline to the bridge of his nose, then down to his chin where it split into two, like a red snake.

The man lowered his head and looked at Yu Xiaogang.

His expression flickered under the light, his eyes revealing a complex mix of surprise, disgust, and a barely perceptible wariness, like someone who had spotted a stray dog ​​in the middle of nowhere and didn't know if it would bite.

"Jade Small Anus".

Qian Xunji's voice was very calm, so calm that it didn't sound like he was talking to someone he hadn't seen for many years, but more like he was saying a name, an insignificant name.

Yu Xiaogang opened her mouth, wanting to speak, but her throat was as dry as sandpaper, and she couldn't make a sound.

"Twenty years have passed, and you're still alive?"

Qian Xunji's tone carried a hint of sarcasm, like someone who had seen a cockroach and thought it was long dead, only to find it was still alive.

Yu Xiaogang finally made a sound, a hoarse, weak breath.

"What...what did you do to her?"

Qian Xunji raised an eyebrow.

"she?

Who are you talking about?

Yu Xiaogang's eyes reddened.

He knew he shouldn't ask, but he couldn't help it.

He traveled hundreds of miles, was beaten half to death, and was imprisoned in this dark and gloomy cell, all just to ask this question.

He stared intently into Qian Xunji's eyes, searching for the answer.

Qian Xunji looked at him, at his face covered in blood and wounds, at his red and swollen eyes.

He remained silent for a few seconds without answering.

He bent down, bringing his face close to Yu Xiaogang's, his gaze like a knife, piercing straight into Yu Xiaogang's pupils.

"Yu Xiaogang, are you tired of living?"

Yu Xiaogang suddenly laughed.

With that smile, the wound at the corner of his mouth reopened, and blood seeped out, leaving a bright red mark on his gray face.

"Yeah... I'm tired of living..."

Qian Xunji straightened up and looked down at him, her eyes showing no pity, no anger, only a cold calm, like someone deciding how to deal with a stray dog.

He waved his hand behind him.

"Let him die a quick death."

The two armored guards stepped forward, one on the left and one on the right, blocking Yu Xiaogang's view like two walls.

"Your Highness, this place is not convenient; it will be difficult to clean up the dungeon if it gets dirty."

One of the guards said in a low voice.

Qian Xunji was silent for a moment.

"Drag him out."

Two guards lifted Yu Xiaogang off the ground.

He was carried forward, his legs dragging on the ground, leaving a crooked trail of blood on the stone pavement.

As he passed by the oil lamp, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Qian Xunji with his still-open eye.

"Chihiro..."

His voice was weak, like a candle flickering in the wind, "You'd better treat her well... otherwise... otherwise I'll haunt you even as a ghost..."

Qian Xunji glanced at him, her gaze as if she were looking at a dead man.

"You were no match for me when you were alive, so what if you're dead?"

Two guards dragged Yu Xiaogang up the stone steps and out of the tin-covered door.

It was already dark outside, and a few stars were twinkling in the night sky. The cold wind blew on Yu Xiaogang's face, as if someone was shaving his face with a razor.

He was dragged behind a low wall.

There was an open space with weeds growing on the ground and some odds and ends piled up in the corner: bricks, tiles, and old wooden boxes.

"This will do," said one of the guards.

Another guard drew a short knife from his waist.

The blade gleamed coldly under the starlight, like a butcher's knife.

Yu Xiaogang lay on the ground, looking at the sky.

The stars twinkled, like Bibi Dong's eyes.

He remembered the small courtyard, the old locust tree, and the woman in white sitting on the stone bench.

He remembered the last time he went to that little courtyard twenty years ago, and how he heard her crying inside through the courtyard wall.

The crying wasn't loud, but he heard it clearly, like a needle piercing his heart, a needle that had been there for twenty years and still hadn't been pulled out.

Chapter 190 The Second Test of Destruction

He closed his eyes and stopped struggling.

Just then, a voice came from afar.

"stop."

The sound wasn't loud, but it was very clear, like the sound of a distant bell, piercing through the night sky and landing on the low wall, in the ears of the two guards.

The two guards stopped simultaneously.

They turned around and saw a person emerge from the shadows.

The man was wearing a dark robe, with long hair draped over his shoulders, a cold expression, and a pair of eyes that gleamed with a faint purple light.

Bibi Dong.

Her steps were light, as if she were walking on clouds.

She walked up to Yu Xiaogang and looked down at him.

That blood-stained face, that swollen eye that couldn't be opened, that bloodstain that ran from the forehead to the chin, that split mouth.

She stared for a long time, so long that the two guards began to feel uneasy.

"Let him go."

Bibi Dong's voice was cold.

The two guards exchanged a glance but did not move.

“I said, let him go.”

A night breeze blew in from the direction of the city wall, carrying the chill of autumn.

The dim light behind the low wall flickered in the wind, casting a long shadow of Yu Xiaogang on the ground, like a flattened worm.

Two guards knelt or squatted on either side of him, their short swords already drawn, a drop of cold light gleaming on the tip.

Bibi Dong stood a few steps away, a corner of her clothes fluttering in the wind.

She looked at the man on the ground, covered in blood and almost unrecognizable, and her lips twitched.

The movement was subtle, as if he wanted to say something, or as if he was holding back something.

Her eyes were still purple, but in the night, the purple appeared deeper and heavier, like two clumps of resentment and weariness that had accumulated over decades.

The two guards did not move.

They had just heard His Highness's command, and now they heard Bibi Dong's voice, so they didn't know whose advice to follow.

The short knife hovered in mid-air, its tip trembling slightly, reflecting Yu Xiaogang's distorted face.

Bibi Dong took a step forward.

Her footsteps were very light, making almost no sound as she stepped on the gravel.

But the two guards simultaneously felt pressure—not the pressure of soul power, but a chill that seeped into their very bones.

They knew who the woman in front of them was, what she had done, and how dangerous she was.

“I said, let him go.”

Bibi Dong's voice wasn't loud, but she pronounced those two words very heavily.

A guard swallowed hard and slowly lowered the dagger in his hand.