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

Ling Feng released Qian Renxue's hand and took a step back.

He stood on the steps in front of the shrine, the sunlight shining from behind him, casting a long shadow that stretched all the way to the banner in the center of the square, where angels and dragons were intertwined.

Qian Renxue looked at him and noticed that his eyes had changed—not the calm, composed, and seemingly all-knowing look he had before, but a light she had never seen before.

The light seemed to be ignited by something, dancing in his eyes, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, one end golden, the other end also golden.

Chapter 192 Purification! The Nemesis of Fallen Soul Masters

"What are you thinking about?" Qian Renxue asked.

Ling Feng did not answer.

He reached for his waist and grasped the dragon-patterned staff.

The Panlong Staff was a companion artifact born from his martial spirit when he awakened at the age of six. It was of the same lineage as his martial spirit and accompanied him for nearly twelve years.

The moment his fingers gripped the staff, the Panlong Staff trembled slightly, as if in response to him.

Ling Feng closed his eyes.

His spiritual power sank into his body, passing through his meridians, his soul power, and the eight soul rings, until it reached the location of his martial soul.

The Dark Holy Dragon hovered there.

Its size was much larger than it had been a few years ago, its scales were as black as ink, its eyes were as red as blood, its wings were folded to its sides, and it was surrounded by an aura of destruction.

It sensed Ling Feng's arrival, opened its scarlet dragon eyes, glanced at him, and then closed them again, like a sleeping giant beast.

Ling Feng did not stop. His spiritual power bypassed the Dark Holy Dragon and continued forward, arriving at the area he had been deliberately ignoring.

There, there is another dragon.

It has always been here, ever since the day it awakened its martial spirit at the age of six.

It was just too quiet, as quiet as a stone, as quiet as if it didn't exist.

It never awoke, never uttered a sound, and never interfered in any of Ling Feng's battles.

Ling Feng even once thought it was just a phantom, a remnant of a mutated martial soul, a meaningless illusion.

But Qian Renxue knew it.

When she was six years old, she first saw Ling Feng in the Hall of Offerings and saw the silvery-white phantom behind him.

She was young then and didn't understand what it was. She just thought the dragon was beautiful, its silvery-white scales shimmering in the candlelight, even more sacred than her grandfather's angel statue.

She asked Qian Daoliu, who said that it was Ling Feng's second martial soul, the Holy Dragon of Light.

Ling Feng's spiritual power transformed into a hand and gently touched the dragon's scales.

The dragon scales were icy cold, like snowmelt in winter or dew in the morning.

The moment that hand touched it, the dragon opened its eyes.

The golden and silver eyes, like two small suns, shone brightly in the darkness.

Its body began to glow, initially just a faint light, like a firefly. Gradually, the light grew stronger and brighter, surging out like a tide, engulfing the darkness, engulfing Ling Feng's spiritual world, engulfing everything.

Ling Feng opened his eyes.

His left eye turned gold, and his right eye turned into a different kind of gold—not the same kind of gold. His left eye was a pale gold, like the rising sun, and his right eye was a bright gold, like the midday sun.

Two illusory figures appeared simultaneously behind him.

On the left is the Dark Holy Dragon, as black as ink, with scarlet eyes, and an aura of destruction surrounding it.

On the right is the Holy Dragon of Light, awakening from its slumber.

Its scales are silvery-white, each shimmering with a sacred light.

Its eyes are golden, like two suns.

Its aura is not destruction, but creation, purification, and judgment.

Qian Renxue looked at the silvery-white dragon, and a strange, indescribable emotion welled up in her heart.

She has known it for twelve years, and she has always remembered it.

It's bigger, brighter, and stronger than it was back then.

Its existence resonated with her angelic spirit, a power of the same origin—light, holiness, and judgment.

“The Holy Dragon of Light,” Qian Renxue’s voice was soft, “you have finally awakened it.”

Ling Feng's right hand was still holding the Panlong Staff, and the surface of the staff began to glow.

It wasn't the black dragon flame of the Dark Holy Dragon, but the silvery-white light of the Light Holy Dragon, spreading from one end of the staff to the other, enveloping the entire Coiled Dragon Staff.

The dragon pattern on the staff lit up, and the black dragon coiled on the staff seemed to come alive, its eyes opening, one scarlet and one golden.

Ling Feng took a deep breath.

He pulled the phantom of the Holy Dragon of Light from his right side and merged it with his right half.

A silvery-white light spread from his right shoulder to his entire right arm, then to his right side, and finally covered his whole body.

His black team uniform turned silver-white, his black hair turned silver-white, and his eyes turned into a complete, pure, and unblemished gold.

His aura changed; it was no longer the destruction of the Dark Holy Dragon, but the purification of the Light Holy Dragon.

That aura resonated with Qian Renxue's angelic divine armor, like two magnets attracting each other.

Qian Renxue looked at Ling Feng, at his long silver-white hair, his golden eyes, and his silver-white aura.

He was like a completely new Ling Feng, a Ling Feng she had never seen before, as holy as a god.

"How are you feeling now?" Qian Renxue asked.

Ling Feng clenched his fist, and silvery-white light flowed between his fingers.

"Very strong, even stronger than the Dark Holy Dragon form."

But I didn't feel comfortable with it; it was like wearing ill-fitting armor.

Qian Renxue drew her holy sword.

"Then let's practice."

I'll stay with you.

Ling Feng shook his head, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"It's not practice, it's fighting."

Use your strongest power to help me get used to this body as quickly as possible.

Qian Renxue looked at him and nodded.

"it is good."

She raised the holy sword, and the nine spirit rings pulsed up and down. The ninth golden spirit ring, which had been around for 300,000 years, shone like another sun in the sunlight.

Behind her, the phantom of a twelve-winged angel appeared and merged with her martial spirit.

The two rose into the air from in front of the offering hall and landed in the center of the training ground.

The training ground is made of a single piece of lapis lazuli, hard enough to withstand the full force of a titled Douluo's attack.

The walls on all four sides were covered with defensive runes, which shimmered faintly in the sunlight.

Qian Renxue stood opposite Ling Feng, holding the Holy Sword, and unleashed the full pressure of a level 94 Title Douluo.

Ling Feng stood opposite Qian Renxue, the phantom of the Holy Light Dragon slowly flapping its wings behind him, its eight spirit rings pulsating up and down, the silver patterns in the last black spirit ring flashing like lightning.

"Let's begin." Qian Renxue raised the holy sword.

Ling Feng did not move.

He was sensing, feeling the way the power of the Holy Light Dragon flowed within him, sensing its difference from that of the Holy Dark Dragon.

The power of the Dark Holy Dragon is like magma—hot, violent, and rampaging; the power of the Light Holy Dragon is like sunlight—warm, gentle, and all-pervasive.

He needs to learn to guide it, to make it follow his will and go where he wants it to go.

Qian Renxue made her move.

She didn't use any soul skills; it was just the simplest sword strike—a straight thrust.

But this sword strike carried the full power of a level 94 Title Douluo, and was as fast as lightning, leaving a golden trail in the air with its tip.

Ling Feng dodged to the side, then swept his Dragon Staff horizontally, silvery-white light surging from the staff as it collided with Qian Renxue's Holy Sword.

boom--!

A deafening roar shook the heavens, cracks appeared in the lapis lazuli ground, and the surrounding defensive runes flickered wildly.

Ling Feng took a step back.

Qian Renxue took a step back.

They both paused for a moment, then laughed at the same time.

“Again,” Ling Feng said.

Qian Renxue nodded.

"Again."

They fought from morning until noon, and from noon until evening.

Ling Feng's Light Holy Dragon form gradually became smoother from the initial awkwardness. His movements became faster and faster, his reactions became more and more agile, and his power control became more and more precise.

Chapter 193 Guidance

Qian Renxue discovered that Ling Feng's speed in the Light Holy Dragon state was significantly faster than in the Dark Holy Dragon state, and his power was no weaker, or even stronger.

However, his defenses weakened; the scales of the Holy Light Dragon were not as thick as those of the Holy Dark Dragon, and could not withstand her full-force attack.

“Your defense has weakened.” Qian Renxue stopped attacking and looked at Ling Feng.

Ling Feng looked down at his arm; the silvery-white scales shimmered in the sunlight.

"The Holy Dragon of Light is not defensive; it is offensive."