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

Tang Chen suddenly remembered many people: Qian Daoliu, Poseidon, and the opponents who had once stood before him.

They all have eyes like that—calm, resolute, and fearless.

But they all died in the end, only Sendou Ryu and Poseidon survived.

"Do you want to die?" Tang Chen asked.

Ling Feng looked at him.

“I don’t want to die.

But I want to win.

Tang Chen remained silent for a moment, then slowly raised his longsword.

The crimson runes on the sword began to glow, the light growing brighter and brighter until it illuminated the entire stone chamber as if it were daytime.

A terrifying killing intent surged from the sword, condensing into a huge blood-red longsword that hovered above Ling Feng's head.

That was Tang Chen's full-force attack, enough to kill any Title Douluo below level 95.

Ling Feng raised his head and looked at the blood-red longsword.

He knew he couldn't handle it, but he still had to.

He clenched his fist, channeled the last bit of soul power within him, and walked toward the direction of the Panlong Staff.

The realm of gods, the realm of Asura gods.

Endless crimson clouds surged, beneath which lay a pitch-black palace, devoid of light, filled only with eternal crimson and darkness.

The Asura God sat high on his throne, one hand supporting his chin, his gaze piercing through layers of void, falling upon the lower realm.

There is a black city, and in the city there is a black tower, and in the tower there is a stone chamber.

He was looking at Tang Chen, and he was also looking at Ling Feng.

Tang Chen was the spokesperson he chose.

A level 99 peerless Douluo, the king of the Slaughter City, and the agent of the Asura God in the mortal realm.

He took charge of the killing city for him, collected killing intent for him, and cultivated the seeds of slaughter for him.

Tang Chen is his knife, the nail he planted in the world.

The knife was now raised, pointing at a young boy.

The Asura God's gaze fell upon the young man.

The boy was thirteen or fourteen years old; his long, silvery-white hair had faded and returned to black.

His body was covered in wounds, his soul power was almost exhausted, and his eight soul rings were dull and lifeless.

But he remained standing; he did not fall.

There was no fear, no despair in his eyes, only a terrifying calm.

The Asura God tapped the armrest twice with his fingers.

"A thousand years of soaring winds."

He murmured the name in a low voice, as cold as ice, with a hint of irritation that even he himself didn't realize.

He knew the name because the God of Destruction had mentioned it to him many times.

"The inheritor of the Nine Trials of Destruction, I'd like to see just how far you can go."

Tang Chen's longsword fell to the ground.

A crimson pillar of light tore through the sky above the City of Slaughter, causing the entire city to tremble. Countless people were reduced to ashes beneath that pillar of light.

Those hiding in corners, huddled against walls, and fighting on the ring all looked up at the same moment, gazing at the dark tower.

They saw a pillar of light, a blood-red pillar of light, shooting straight into the sky.

The pillar of light contained a terrifying killing intent; it was the power of a king, the power of the Asura God.

Ling Feng raised his head and looked at the pillar of light.

His hair flew wildly amidst the murderous aura, his team uniform was torn in several places by the shockwave, and his face was slashed by the wind blades, leaving several shallow bloodstains.

He neither blocked nor dodged; he simply stood there, watching the beam of light draw closer and closer.

Suddenly, his body lit up.

It wasn't the silvery-white of the Holy Dragon of Light, but another kind of light—purple, deep, and imbued with an aura of destruction.

The token of the God of Destruction was burning hot in his arms.

A purple light erupted from his body, colliding head-on with the crimson pillar of light.

boom--!

The entire tower trembled, the cracks in the walls grew more numerous and deeper, and rubble fell like raindrops.

Ling Feng stood in the purple light, watching the rubble turn into powder before him.

Tang Chen's crimson beam of light was blocked by the purple light.

Tang Chen's pupils suddenly contracted.

He sensed it; the purple light contained a power of the same origin as the Asura God—a destructive power, a power at the level of a god-king.

He looked at Ling Feng, at the purple light, and a complex emotion welled up in his heart.

"The God of Destruction..." His voice was filled with disbelief, "You are the successor of the God of Destruction?"

Ling Feng remained silent.

He lowered his head and looked at the token in his arms.

The token stopped getting hot, and the purple light gradually faded.

He knew that it was the god of destruction protecting him, telling him not to die here.

He looked up at Tang Chen.

"I am the eternal Lingfeng."

His voice was calm, “The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, the successor of the God of Destruction.”

Today, I've come to take your head.

Tang Chen looked at him, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly smiled.

That smile was bittersweet yet resigned.

"it is good.

I'm waiting for you, waiting for the day you become stronger.

He sheathed his longsword, turned around, and walked deeper into the stone chamber.

"Come back when you're level 95."

His voice came from the darkness, "I'm waiting for you here."

Ling Feng remained silent.

He picked up the dragon-patterned staff from the ground, turned around, and walked out of the stone chamber.

His injuries were severe and it will take a long time for him to recover.

But he didn't turn back or stop; he just kept walking.

On the streets of the killing city, people watched him, watched the blood-covered boy, watched him walk out of the black tower, watched him head towards the city gate.

No one stopped him, no one spoke.

They just watched him leave with those numb, empty, dead-like eyes.

The realm of gods, the realm of Asura gods.

The Asura God withdrew his gaze, and the purple light dissipated at that moment.

He leaned back on the throne, closed his eyes, and tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest.

He was thinking of someone, not Tang Chen, but the God of Destruction.

The God of Destruction, one of the five great god-kings of the divine realm, wields the power of destruction and is an enforcer of the law alongside the God of Asura.

Their relationship was delicate; they weren't exactly enemies, but they were certainly not friends either.

The Asura God knew that the God of Destruction had been searching for a successor for many years, in many places, but had never found a suitable one.

Unexpectedly, he found Qian Gu Ling Feng.

The Asura God's finger stopped.

He thought of the Angel God, Qian Yuhan, the Angel God who refused his recruitment, and the Angel God who died on the path to breakthrough.

She and he are very similar; they don't accept their fate, they don't give up, and they don't want to depend on anyone.

She rejected him, determined to walk her own path, break through the God-King level, and defy the rules.

She failed; she died because of her own obsession.

But his successor is still alive and has appeared before him.

The Asura God suddenly opened his eyes.

A hint of murderous intent flashed in those blood-red eyes.

"God of Destruction, you are going against me."

Chapter 197 The Asura God's Little Tricks

He stood up, stepped down from the throne, walked to the edge of the palace, and looked down at the vast continent below.

There, a boy emerged from a dark city, covered in blood and staggering.

His silhouette was small, but the Asura God saw the light behind him.

That light was not the purple light of the god of destruction, but another kind of light, silvery-white, carrying a sacred aura.

He has two martial souls.