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

The eastern horizon was turning a pale white, the sun had not yet risen, but its light was already falling on the treetops.

He struggled to his feet, grabbed the tree trunk, and walked south step by step.

That wasn't the direction of Soto, but he didn't care anymore.

I am alone wherever I go, a lonely ghost wherever I go.

The small courtyard on the east side of Wuhun Capital.

Bibi Dong sat on the stone bench, looking at the old locust tree in front of her.

Most of the leaves have fallen, with only a few withered yellow leaves still hanging on the branches, shivering in the wind.

She has been sitting here all night, from last night until now, without closing her eyes.

The door was pushed open, and a maid came in carrying breakfast.

She placed the tray on the stone table, glanced at Bibi Dong furtively, then lowered her head and left.

Bibi Dong didn't move, nor did she look at the bowl of porridge or the egg.

Twenty years have passed, and she still doesn't know how to smile very well.

But she wanted to smile today, yet she just couldn't manage to lift the corners of her mouth.

She remembered.

He last visited her twenty years ago.

He stood by the wall, while she sat inside, not coming out.

He called her name.

She did not respond.

He left the next day and never came back.

Now he's back, beaten half to death, and almost died at the city gate.

She saved his life, and that was the only life she could have.

Bibi Dong closed her eyes.

The wind blew through the old locust tree, and the last few leaves fell, swirling in the air before landing on the ground and on her shoulder.

Martial Soul Capital, Hall of Worship.

Ling Feng stood before the angel statue, eyes closed, motionless.

He has been standing here for a long time, from last night until now.

Qian Renxue was not present; Qian Daoliu summoned her to discuss state affairs.

Jin Chen wasn't there; he had gone to train with the Angel Legion.

The worshippers were not there either; he was the only one in the vast worship hall.

But he wasn't praying.

He is waiting.

Waiting for a voice, a voice from the realm of gods, from the god of destruction.

He was waiting for the second of the nine tests that would destroy him.

The purple token felt slightly warm in his arms.

He reached out and took out the token. The purple patterns on the token lit up, like tiny bolts of lightning dancing across its surface.

The power surged from the token, flowing down his arm into his body and coursing through his meridians, carrying an aura of destruction.

coming.

Ling Feng opened his eyes, a glint of purple light flashing in his black pupils.

His consciousness was pulled into a strange space where there was no sky, no earth, only endless purple lightning.

The phantom of the god of destruction appeared before him.

"The second test."

The voice of the God of Destruction echoed in the void, "Go to the City of Slaughter and take the head of the King of Slaughter."

Ling Feng's pupils contracted slightly.

The City of Slaughter, the Territory of the God of Asura.

It was a place filled with killing and bloodshed; the air was thick with murderous intent; and every inch of the land was soaked in blood.

Tang Chen, the King of Slaughter, is a level 99 peerless Douluo and the representative of the Asura God on earth.

His strength is comparable to, or even greater than, that of Qian Daoliu.

Sending an 85th-level Soul Douluo to take his head?

"You're crazy."

Ling Feng's voice was calm.

The God of Destruction looked at him, a hint of a smile flashing in his purple eyes.

Maybe.

But this is your assessment, and you can refuse.

Refuse, and you will fail the test, losing your qualification to complete the Nine Tests.

Ling Feng remained silent for a moment.

"Can I bring people with me?"

"No."

"Can we use the divine artifact?"

"can."

"What about the time limit?"

"One year."

The purple phantom vanished, and the token returned to calm.

Ling Feng stood before the angel statue, the token in his hand no longer burning hot.

He gripped the token tightly.

Tang Chen, the City of Slaughter.

Within a year, take Tang Chen's head.

He walked out of the offering hall.

The sunlight outside was so bright that he squinted.

The square in front of the temple was deserted, with only a few flags fluttering in the wind, embroidered with angels and dragons.

Qian Renxue walked over from a distance and quickened her pace when she saw Ling Feng.

She walked up to him and noticed that his complexion was not good, but there was a light in his eyes that she had never seen before.

"what happened?"

Ling Feng looked at her and didn't hide anything from her.

"The second test is here."

Go to the City of Slaughter and take Tang Chen's head.

Qian Renxue's expression changed.

Tang Chen, a level 99 Peerless Douluo.

He is only thirteen years old this year.

"I go with you."

Qian Renxue said.

Ling Feng shook his head.

"no.

The assessment can only be conducted by one person.

Qian Renxue gripped the holy sword tightly.

"Then don't go."

Ling Feng looked at her and suddenly smiled.

The smile was faint, as if he were talking about something very ordinary.

"If you don't go, you'll fail the assessment."

"I've taken six steps to destroy the nine trials; I cannot stop."

Qian Renxue's eyes reddened.

"You promised me you'd come back alive."

Ling Feng nodded.

I promise you.

Qian Renxue's lips moved, but she didn't say anything more.

She reached out and grasped Ling Feng's hand tightly.

Ling Feng did not let go.

They stood there in the sunlight, on the steps in front of the ancestral hall, gazing into the distance.

The City of Slaughter.

There are Tang Chen, Tang Hao, and the Asura God.

That is the next stop on Lingfeng's path to godhood.