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

"Aren't you afraid we'll use you and then throw you away?"

Yu Xiaogang looked at him, a bitter smile appearing on her lips.

"I've been used and I've been thrown away."

What difference does it make if I'm used again, and then discarded again?

"At least this time, I see hope."

Xu Tiangang stood up, walked to Yu Xiaogang, and extended his hand.

"My name is Xu Tiangang, the Protector King of the Sun Moon Empire."

Yu Xiaogang grasped his hand.

"Yu Xiaogang, a good-for-nothing with no family, no future, and only one life."

The two hands are clasped together.

Chapter 203 Xu Tiangang's Arrogance

Yu Xiaogang's eyes reddened, but she didn't shed a tear.

He hadn't shed a tear in many years.

Xu Tiangang patted him on the shoulder.

"From today onwards, you are in charge of this outpost."

You can move my people around as you please.

You may use our soul tools as you wish.

Tell me what you need.

"But there's one condition: don't reveal our identities."

"If I'm exposed, I'll kill you with my own hands."

Yu Xiaogang nodded.

"I know."

That night, Yu Xiaogang moved into a clean wooden cabin in the stronghold.

He took a shower, changed into new clothes, ate a hot meal, and lay down on the soft bed.

He stared at the ceiling for a long time.

The image of Bibi Dong appeared in my mind.

Twenty years ago, she stood in the sunlight, her purple hair cascading down her back, her purple eyes shining like stars, and smiled at him.

Twenty years later, she sat in the courtyard, her hair as white as snow, her purple eyes like deep pools, and she did not smile at him.

But she saved his life at the city gate.

She still remembered him.

“Bibi Dong”.

He whispered the name, his voice so low that only he could hear it.

"Wait a little longer."

He closed his eyes.

Outside the window, the sea breeze blows, carrying a salty smell.

The distant sea surged in the darkness, like a sleeping giant slowly turning over in its dream.

Yu Xiaogang fell into a deep sleep.

This was the first time he had slept soundly in so many years since he left home.

Because he had a new identity, new companions, and hope for revenge.

Although he didn't know how far he could go, although he didn't know how long Xu Tiangang's trust would last, and although he didn't know how the war between Sun Moon Continent and Douluo Continent would end.

But at least, he was no longer alone.

Outside the stronghold, Xu Tiangang stood by the sea, gazing northward.

There, there is Martial Soul City, Qian Daoliu, Qian Gu Lingfeng, Qian Renxue, and Bibi Dong.

His gaze pierced through the night, as if he could see that majestic city and that banner adorned with angels and dragons.

"The Spirit Hall".

he murmured.

"I'd like to see if you can remain as stable as you are now, seven years from now."

The tide crashed against the rocks with a thunderous roar, drowning out his voice.

In the distance, on the horizon, the faint crack widened a little more.

.........

Sea Breeze City.

On the first day Ling Feng arrived in Sea Breeze City, he got up before dawn.

He pushed open the window, and the sea breeze, carrying a salty smell, rushed in. There were already a few pedestrians on the street.

He stood by the window for a while, then turned around, dressed, and went out.

Haifeng City is small but bustling, with stalls lining both sides of the street selling fish, vegetables, fabrics, and daily necessities, their shouts rising and falling.

Ling Feng walked among the crowd, without releasing his soul power or mental power. He was simply an ordinary person walking in this unfamiliar city.

His injuries have recovered to about 80-90%, and his soul power has also recovered to level 85, but the power of the Holy Light Dragon has not yet fully recovered.

That battle consumed too much of our strength.

He walked through every street of Sea Breeze City.

Walk from the south of the city to the north, and from the east to the west.

He observed many people: the common people of Haifeng City, the merchants of Haifeng City, and the soul masters of Haifeng City.

Women haggling on the streets, patrons boasting in taverns, laborers loading and unloading cargo at the docks, soul masters fighting for their lives in the Soul Arena, and commoners praying in the branch halls of the Spirit Hall.

He looked at a lot, but he didn't know what he was looking at or what he was looking for; he just looked.

I walked into a quiet alley in the west of the city and suddenly stopped.

He sensed an aura, not the aura of soul power, but a unique aura emanating from a person—the peculiar aura of someone who had just disembarked and still carried the salty, fishy smell of the sea breeze.

It wasn't one person, it was a group of people.

About three hundred people gathered somewhere outside the city.

Ling Feng frowned and walked in that direction.

But after taking a few steps, he stopped again.

He did not release his spiritual power, for fear of alerting the enemy.

Those people are not simple; the fact that they could evade his senses means that there are experts among them.

At least level 95 or higher, maybe even stronger.

He didn't know who those people were, nor what they were doing in Sea Breeze City.

But he knew those people had nothing to do with him.

At that moment, Ling Feng made a decision. He returned to the inn, packed his belongings, and left Haifeng City that same day.

His injury hasn't fully healed yet; he still needs time to recover.

His Dragon Staff hasn't fully recovered yet, and he needs sufficient strength; he won't be able to exert his full power for at least a month.

His Holy Dragon power has not yet recovered and he still needs to recuperate. After all, Tang Chen is a level 99 quasi-god, which Ling Feng cannot contend with at his current level.

He had neither the time nor the energy to deal with those strangers.

Those people have nothing to do with him.

The Spirit Hall wouldn't be unable to tolerate a Title Douluo.

As for his daring to cause trouble, the servants will teach him why flowers are so red.

What he didn't know was that the arrival of those people was intricately connected to him.

Those three hundred people were the advance team sent by the Sun Moon Continent. The leader was Xu Tiangang, the King Protector, a level ninety-four titled Douluo with the martial soul Sun.

They came to scout the way, to prepare for the handover seven years later.

Their arrival was orchestrated by the God of Asura.

The Asura God accelerated the drift of the Sun Moon Continent to hinder the Spirit Hall, to buy time for Tang San, and to create opportunities for his pawns.

After leaving Haifeng City, Ling Feng traveled westward for seven days.

He didn't use his soul power to travel; he simply walked.

His injuries had mostly healed, and the power of the Holy Dragon of Light was slowly returning, but an inexplicable unease lingered in his heart.

They weren't from Tang Chen, nor from the City of Slaughter, but from those unfamiliar faces by the sea.

Three hundred people, led by a level 94 titled Douluo, came from overseas.

Who are they?

What are you here for?

Who is standing behind them?

He didn't know, nor did he have the energy to investigate.

On the eighth day, he settled down in a small town by the roadside.

The town was very small, with only a few dozen households. There were no inns or taverns, only a general store.

Ling Feng bought a bag of dry food at the general store and then started a fire in the woods outside the town.