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

Its power lies in purification, not defense.

Qian Renxue looked at his arm, then suddenly thrust out a sword, aiming straight for his chest.

Ling Feng didn't block, but dodged to the side, and the Panlong Staff swept towards Qian Renxue's waist from the side.

Qian Renxue sheathed her sword to parry, but was knocked back three steps.

She looked up at Ling Feng, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

"You're faster than before."

"Because I'm getting used to it." Ling Feng gripped the Panlong Staff tightly, silvery-white light flowing across its surface. "The power of the Holy Dragon of Light is not for blocking, but for dodging."

It's fast, so I'll use speed.

Qian Renxue nodded.

"Then you continue to adapt."

I need to speed things up.

She raised the holy sword, and her sixth spirit ring suddenly lit up.

"Sixth Soul Skill, Angelic Judgment!"

A golden holy sword descended from the sky and slashed towards Ling Feng.

Ling Feng did not retreat.

With the Panlong Staff in hand, his eighth spirit ring lit up—it was his eighth spirit ring, five hundred thousand years old, crimson like blood, but in the state of the Holy Light Dragon, that black spirit ring was tinged with a layer of silvery-white light.

“Eighth Soul Skill, Sigh of the Light Dragon God,” he whispered.

The silver-white light on the Panlong Staff surged, transforming into a giant silver-white dragon that clashed head-on with the golden holy sword.

boom--!

A deafening roar shook the heavens, and a huge crater was blasted open in the ground of the training ground, sending debris flying into the air before falling like raindrops.

The defensive runes on the four walls were flashing wildly, some of them already shattered.

Qian Renxue was sent flying backward, tumbling several times in the air before landing steadily on the ground.

Ling Feng flew backward, doing several somersaults in the air before landing steadily.

Neither of them was injured, but both stumbled back several steps.

Qian Renxue looked at Ling Feng, her golden eyes filled with shock.

"You just used your eighth soul skill?"

Ling Feng nodded.

"The Sigh of the Light Dragon God".

Unlike the sigh of the Dark Dragon God.

The Dark Dragon God's Sigh is aimed at the will, and is particularly effective for those with weak wills.

The sigh of the Light Dragon God is directed against evil and is highly effective against wicked people.

Qian Renxue remained silent for a moment.

"The city of slaughter is full of evil people."

Ling Feng nodded.

"Therefore I will use the power of the Light Dragon God."

Qian Renxue sheathed her holy sword, walked up to Ling Feng, and looked at his silver-white hair, silver-white team uniform, and golden eyes.

He looked unfamiliar, but his tone of voice remained the same: calm, composed, and reassuring.

"How long are you going to stay in the Killing City?"

Ling Feng said.

"One year."

Or even shorter.

Qian Renxue's eyes reddened again.

"When are you leaving?"

Ling Feng thought for a moment.

Three days later.

I need to familiarize myself with the power of the Holy Dragon of Light again, and then make arrangements for the Spirit Empire.

Qian Renxue nodded and said nothing more.

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

Ling Feng did not let go.

They stood there in the center of the training ground, on the broken bluestone ground, in the gradually darkening light of the day.

Three days later, Ling Feng left Wuhun City.

He didn't bring Jin Chen, he didn't bring Qian Renxue, he didn't bring anyone else.

He only carried a coiled dragon staff, a token of the God of Destruction, and the two sleeping dragons within his body.

One end is black, the other is white; one end is dark, the other is bright; one end is destruction, the other is judgment.

As he walked out of the city gate, Qian Renxue stood on the city wall, watching him.

He didn't turn around, but he raised his hand and waved it behind him.

Qian Renxue stood on the city wall, watching his back as his figure grew smaller and smaller until it disappeared on the horizon.

The wind was strong, making her long hair fly in the wind.

She stood there for a long time, so long that the sun moved from the east to the west, so long that Jin Chen climbed up to find her.

"Sister Xue'er, has the boss left?"

Jin Chen's voice was a little hoarse.

Qian Renxue nodded.

"gone."

Jin Chen looked into the distance, but it was pitch black and he couldn't see anything.

"He will come back."

Qian Renxue looked into the distance and said softly.

"Will do."

She turned and walked down the city wall.

The golden dragon robe shimmered in the setting sun.

She still had many things to do: meet with ministers, handle state affairs, review memorials, and train the army.

She can't stop; if she stops, she'll miss him.

The City of Slaughter is located north of Wuhun City.

There were no roads, only wastelands; no people, only wild beasts; no light, only darkness.

Ling Feng walked day after day, week after week.

He traversed the northern border of the Heavenly Dou Empire, the edge of the Star Dou Great Forest, and the outskirts of the extreme cold.

A thin layer of frost covered his dragon-shaped staff, his silver-white hair was disheveled by the wind, and his clothes were covered in dust and bloodstains.

He did not use the power of the Holy Dragon of Light, but walked on his own two feet.

He was thinking about someone.

It's not Qian Renxue, it's Tang Chen.

Tang Chen, the previous sect leader of the Haotian Sect, a level 99 peerless Douluo, the ruler of the Slaughter City, and the spokesperson of the Asura God in the human world, he wants to kill him within a year.

No, this wasn't a task given to him by the God of Destruction; it was a goal he set for himself.

The God of Destruction said to take Tang Chen's head, but he didn't say how.

Ling Feng could choose to launch a sneak attack, poison Tang Chen, or wait for Tang Chen to weaken.

But he didn't intend to do that; he wanted to defeat him head-on.

It wasn't because he was stupid, but because he needed to know how far he was from God.

No one knows exactly where the Killing City is.

Some say it's at the edge of the northern wilderness, some say it's deep underground, and some say it's not even in the human world.

But Ling Feng knew where it was, because the token of the God of Destruction had shown him a way.

That road wasn't on the official road, nor in the mountains and forests, nor on any map.

It exists only within the token; it is a purple light that flickers, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, rhythmic like breathing.

Ling Feng followed the light, passing through the northern border of the Heavenly Dou Empire, the edge of the Star Dou Great Forest, and the outer perimeter of the extreme cold land.

The further north you go, the fewer people there are. Villages along the road disappear, fields become barren, houses collapse, and bones are scattered in the grass, some already weathered and crumbling into powder at the slightest touch.

Some of the bones still had dried flesh attached to them, with scraps of cloth hanging on them, which could be vaguely seen as the coarse linen clothes of a farmer.

Ling Feng did not stop.

On the evening of the thirteenth day, he encountered his first living creature by a dry riverbed.

It was a dog—no, not a dog, but something that used to be a dog.

Most of its fur had fallen off, revealing grayish-black skin. It was emaciated, with its ribs protruding like a row of curved blades.

Chapter 194 Arrival in the Killing City

Its eyes were blood red, and saliva dripped from the corners of its mouth, corroding small pits into the cracked soil.