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

Asura God stared at the silvery-white light, his pupils slightly contracting.

The Holy Dragon of Light is an existence whose power is completely opposite to that of the Asura God. It is naturally able to restrain killing, evil, and darkness.

A cruel smile crept onto his lips.

"interesting."

He said softly, "This is getting more and more interesting."

The realm of gods, the realm of Asura gods.

Endless crimson clouds surged, beneath which lay a pitch-black palace.

There was no light in the palace, only eternal blood and darkness.

The Asura God sat on his throne, one hand supporting his chin, his long crimson hair cascading down to his waist. His face was cold and stern, and his blood-red eyes pierced through the barrier of the divine realm, looking down into the mortal world.

He stared at it for a long time.

His gaze swept across the Douluo Continent, across the Star Dou Great Forest, across the Spirit City, across the children studying in kindergarten, across the people queuing in front of the salt shops, and across the spirit masters sweating profusely in the martial arts arena.

Finally, his gaze fell upon the large tree outside the city of Soto.

There was a man sitting there.

He was in his forties, with gray hair, a haggard face, and sunken eyes.

His gray robe was covered in patches, and the cuffs were worn white, revealing bluish-purple bruises on his wrists.

His left leg was swollen high, his trousers were rolled up to his knees, and his calf was wrapped in a dirty bandage with blood seeping through it.

He leaned against the tree trunk, his eyes closed, his chest heaving, each breath like a bellows.

The Asura God remembers this man.

Decades ago, he stood on the platform of the Spirit Hall, lecturing to the students below on the theory of spirits.

He was young then, full of vigor and his eyes shone brightly.

Even the God of Asura glanced at those papers, those theories about the evolution and mutation of martial spirits.

Later, he left the Spirit Hall and wandered around until he finally settled in Soto City, where he lived off the junior spirit master academy.

Yu Xiaogang, son of Yu Yuanzhen, is a discarded member of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family.

His martial soul is Luo Sanpao, which has no offensive power, and his soul power has always remained at the level of a Great Soul Master.

The woman he loved was taken away by Qian Xunji and imprisoned for twenty years.

His entire family was wiped out by the Spirit Hall, leaving no one alive.

He traveled thousands of miles to Wuhun City hoping to see Bibi Dong, but was beaten half to death and thrown out of the city, not even daring to mention his name.

"waste."

The Asura God's voice was very soft, devoid of any emotion; he was simply stating a fact.

He shifted his gaze away from Yu Xiaogang.

He saw many people.

I've read about Qian Daoliu, a level 99 peerless Douluo, the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, and the guardian of the Angel God.

He sat in the ancestral hall with his eyes closed, his white hair as white as snow, his breathing steady, showing no signs of aging.

I read about Qian Xunji, a level 95 Title Douluo, the Regent of the Spirit Empire, and Qian Renxue's father.

He stood before the angel statue, his hands clasped together in prayer.

He didn't know who he was praying to, perhaps an angel, or perhaps his own conscience.

I read about Qian Gu Xiao Ye, a level 95 Title Douluo, the Grand Marshal of the Martial Soul Empire, and the father of Qian Gu Ling Feng.

He stood in the training ground, holding the Panlong Staff in his hand, his nine spirit rings pulsating up and down, the 100,000-year-old red spirit rings resembling a blood moon in the sunlight.

After seeing the six enshrined and six super Douluo—Golden Crocodile Douluo, Thousand-Pound Douluo, Demon-Slaying Douluo, Azure Phoenix Douluo, Lion Douluo, and Light Feather Douluo—sitting in the hall of enshrinement, sipping tea, conversing, and closing their eyes to rest, they were all present.

They were too strong, so strong that even the God of Asura felt a sense of unease.

It wasn't because of their strength, but because of their very existence, that the Spirit Empire was impregnable, leaving his pawns with no way to maneuver.

His gaze finally settled on the small courtyard to the east of Wuhun Capital.

The yard wasn't big, but it was kept very clean.

A clump of green bamboo grows in the corner of the wall, its leaves rustling in the breeze.

There was a bamboo chair under the eaves, and a woman dressed in white was sitting on it.

Bibi Dong, a level 99 Peerless Douluo, former Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall, wife of Qian Xunji, and mother of Qian Renxue.

She stared at the old locust tree in front of her for a long time, motionless, like a sculpture.

Most of the leaves on the old locust tree had fallen, with only a few still clinging to the branches, shivering in the wind.

The Asura God looked at her and murmured to himself.

"You hate Qian Xunji, you hate the Spirit Hall, you hate everyone."

Your hatred has made your strength increase rather than decrease; more than twenty years have passed, and you are still at level ninety-nine.

But your hatred is only enough to sustain yourself, not enough to support my pawns.

He withdrew his gaze, stood up, and stepped down from the throne.

His footsteps were light, making no sound as he stepped on the obsidian floor.

He walked to the edge of the palace and looked down at the vast continent below.

Douluo Continent, Martial Soul Empire, Heaven Dou Empire, Star Luo Empire.

He stared for a long time, so long that the blood-red clouds outside the palace churned countless times.

"The foundation of the Spirit Empire is too solid."

His voice was like ancient ice, “Qian Dao Liu is here, Jin E is here, the seven elders are here, and the twelve titled Douluo are here.”

Qian Renxue is a level 94 Title Douluo and the successor of the Angel God.

Ling Feng remains through the ages, a level 85 Soul Douluo, the inheritor of the God of Destruction.

My chess piece, Tang Hao, is a level 96 Title Douluo, with eight black pieces and one red piece.

He recuperated in the Killing City, but even after recovering, he was only level 96.

He alone cannot defeat the entire Spirit Hall.

He turned around, walked back to the throne, sat down, and then stood up again.

He sat down, stood up, and repeated this several times.

His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the throne, making a rhythmic sound, as if he were calculating something.

"I need to buy time for Tang Hao and for Tang San."

Let them grow, let them become stronger, so that the Spirit Hall is too busy dealing with its own problems to bother them.

He stopped, looked up, and gazed at the eternal crimson hue on the palace dome.

"Sun and Moon Continent".

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

Sun Moon Continent lies to the east of Douluo Continent, separated by an endless ocean.

The people there don't cultivate martial spirits, they cultivate soul-guiding artifacts.

They forge weapons from metals and crystals, whose power is no less than that of a Soul Master's Soul Skills, and may even be stronger.

Their royal family is surnamed Xu, and they inherit the martial spirits of the sun and the moon. They are the most powerful family on the Sun and Moon Continent, and have ruled that continent for generations.

According to the laws of nature, it will take six thousand years for the Sun Moon Continent to connect with the Douluo Continent.

"It's been too long."

The Asura God shook his head.

"Six thousand years, I cannot wait that long."

Tang Hao couldn't wait.

Tang San couldn't wait any longer.

He raised his right hand, and a ball of blood-red light appeared in his palm.

The light contained the primordial power of the Asura God, a power at the level of a God-King.

What will happen if the Sun Moon Continent takes over from the Douluo Continent ahead of schedule?

War, chaos, and slaughter.

The Spirit Hall is too busy dealing with its own problems to bother Tang Hao or Tang San.

Chapter 198 Sun and Moon Continent

"They will fight on that boundless ocean, bleed at the junction of the two continents, and live in fear for countless days and nights."

He clenched his fist, and a crimson light flowed between his fingers.

"I don't care how many of them die."

All I need is time.

Time allowed Tang Hao to break through to level ninety-nine, allowed Tang San to grow into adulthood, and transformed the chess piece into a chess player.

His gaze pierced through the void and landed on the imperial palace of the Sun and Moon Continent.

A middle-aged man sat on the dragon throne, wearing a golden dragon robe and a crown, with a majestic face.

He is the emperor of the Sun Moon Continent, named Xu Tianxing, a level 95 Title Douluo, whose martial soul is the Sun.

His son, Xu Shaoyang, stood beside him. He was in his early twenties, a level 63 Soul Emperor, and his Martial Soul was the Sun.

His daughter, Xu Mingyue, stood on the other side. She was eighteen years old, a level 58 Soul King, and her Martial Soul was Moon.

"Sun, moon."