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

Flames burned on the fragments, sizzling as they burned.

Ling Feng put away his fist and stepped into the tower.

The stone steps were steep and had no handrails. Most of the oil lamps on the wall were extinguished by the force of the punch, leaving only a few that were still struggling to survive, emitting a dim yellow light.

His footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, one after another, like the drumbeats of death.

At the end of the passage, the wooden door was half-open, and dim candlelight shone through.

Ling Feng pushed open the door.

The stone chamber was small, only about ten feet square, with a stone chair placed in the center.

Tang Chen sat on a stone chair, his white hair as white as snow, his face cold and stern, his eyes bloodshot.

He looked at Ling Feng, at the ice and fire dragon wings behind him, and at the two golden soul rings on his body.

A first soul ring belonging to the Holy Dragon of Light was slowly rotating around him.

A ninth spirit ring belonging to the Dark Holy Dragon pulsed slowly beneath his feet.

Chapter 214 The Unethical Asura God

Tang Chen's pupils contracted slightly.

"Level 95."

Two million-year soul rings.

Tang Chen's voice was deep and cold, like ancient ice, "Last time you couldn't even withstand one of my sword strikes."

Do you think you can win this time?

Ling Feng looked at him.

"You'll only know after you've tried it."

Tang Chen stood up.

His physique was like a mountain, his white hair looked like burning ice in the candlelight, and his bloodshot eyes were full of murderous intent.

He raised the blood-red longsword in his hand, and the runes on the sword began to glow, emanating a terrifying killing intent.

"Then let me see just how much you're worth."

Ling Feng didn't waste any words.

With a thought, the first soul ring of the Holy Dragon of Light suddenly lit up.

Golden light burst forth from his body, illuminating the entire stone chamber.

The phantom of the Crimson Flame Dragon God appeared behind him, its entire body crimson, its dragon eyes like the sun, and its body burning with golden flames.

First Soul Skill: Shield of Light.

A crimson-gold light shield condensed around him, like a second skin, enveloping his entire body.

Tang Chen's longsword had already come down.

The crimson sword light tore through the air, carrying earth-shattering power, and struck the shield of light.

boom--!

A deafening roar shook the heavens, cracks appeared in the walls of the stone chamber, and rubble fell from above.

Ling Feng took a step back, and a crack appeared on the Shield of Light, but it did not shatter.

Tang Chen's pupils contracted slightly.

"good."

Tang Chen's voice carried a hint of surprise, "You were able to withstand one of my sword strikes?"

He raised his longsword once more, the crimson runes shining even brighter, and the killing intent emanating from the blade even more intense.

Ling Feng's right arm glowed with a crimson light.

The right arm bone of the Crimson Flame Dragon God, a Soul Bone Skill, the right arm of the Crimson Flame Dragon God.

He clenched his right fist and threw a punch.

Crimson flames erupted from his fist, transforming into a fire dragon that lunged at Tang Chen.

Tang Chen dodged to the side, and the fire dragon crashed into the stone wall behind him, blasting open a huge crater.

Ling Feng's left hand also lit up.

The left arm bone of the Frost Dragon God, a Soul Bone Skill, the left arm of the Frost Dragon God.

A chilling blue frost shot from his left fist, transforming into an ice dragon that attacked Tang Chen from the side.

One fire, one ice; one to the left, one to the right; two giant dragons clashed and pounced on Tang Chen.

Tang Chen finally got serious.

He took a step forward, his longsword sweeping horizontally, the blood-red sword energy transforming into an arc of light, simultaneously severing the two giant dragons.

The flames shattered, and the ice crumbled, turning into countless sparks and ice crystals.

His bloodshot eyes stared at Ling Feng, his killing intent growing stronger.

The pressure of a level 99 peerless Douluo was fully released, like a mountain pressing down on Ling Feng.

Ling Feng did not retreat.

The Dark Holy Dragon's ninth spirit ring lit up, and an icy blue light surged from it.

Fifth Soul Skill: Dark Ice.

With a wave of his left hand, a stream of icy blue energy shot out from his palm, freezing the air wherever it passed.

Tang Chen's sword strike was momentarily halted by the icy aura, and in that very instant, Ling Feng's right arm lit up again.

The right arm bone of the Crimson Flame Dragon God, combined with the first soul skill of the Holy Light Dragon, the Crimson Flame Dragon God's Light Fire.

The two flames combined, transforming into a gigantic golden fire dragon that lunged at Tang Chen with bared fangs and claws.

Tang Chen raised his sword to parry, and the golden fire dragon crashed into the longsword, unleashing a deafening roar.

Tang Chen took three steps back, while Ling Feng took five steps back.

The stone chamber trembled, pebbles fell like raindrops, and cracks appeared to spread across the walls, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

Ling Feng's Ice and Fire Dragon Wings suddenly unfolded.

Its left wing was ice blue, and its right wing was crimson red; when its wingspan was extended, it was a full three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

Soul Bone Skill: Ice and Fire Across the Nine Heavens.

He transformed into a streak of light and rushed towards Tang Chen.

With a flap of its wings, a storm of ice and fire swept through the stone chamber, the flames and ice intertwining to form a destructive force that crushed towards Tang Chen.

On Tang Chen's longsword, the crimson runes shone brightly.

Ninth Soul Skill: Asura Killing Realm.

A crimson light surged from the sword, transforming into a massive crimson light shield that enveloped the entire stone chamber.

The ice and fire storm crashed into the blood-red light shield, unleashing a deafening roar.

The crimson light shield cracked, but it didn't shatter.

The ice and fire storm dissipated, but Ling Feng's attack was not over yet.

The first spirit ring of the Holy Dragon of Light lit up once again.

Fourth Soul Skill: Judgment of Light.

The phantom of the Crimson Flame Dragon God emerged from behind him, its entire body crimson, its dragon eyes like the sun, and its huge mouth opened, from which a golden beam of light shot out, directly blasting towards Tang Chen.

The crimson light shield shattered completely, but the golden beam of light continued its momentum, slamming into Tang Chen.

Tang Chen was sent flying backward, crashing into the stone wall and creating a human-shaped crater.

His white hair was disheveled, a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his bloodshot eyes were filled with shock.

He looked at Ling Feng, at the pair of ice and fire dragon wings, at the two golden soul rings, and at the pair of crimson and ice-blue arms.

"You...you actually managed to hurt me..."

Ling Feng landed in the center of the stone chamber, panting heavily, but his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.

The series of attacks just now—Dark Ice, Light Fire, Crimson Flame Right Arm, Ice and Fire Nine Heavens, and Light Judgment—had almost exhausted his soul power.

The ice and fire dragon's wings were still flapping, but its speed had slowed down.

The cracks on the Shield of Light have increased, and it could shatter at any moment.

He stood in the center of the stone chamber, looking at Tang Chen, without collapsing.

Tang Chen struggled to his feet. He was injured, but he could still fight.

The level 99 peerless Douluo's recovery ability is astonishing. Blood is still flowing from the corner of his mouth, but his breathing has become much more stable.

He raised his longsword, and the crimson runes lit up again.

Ling Feng also raised his hands, his left arm ice blue and his right arm crimson, ready to receive the next wave of attacks.

Two terrifying forces confronted each other in the stone chamber, and the air seemed to freeze.

Just then, a blood-red beam of light shot out from Tang Chen's body, soaring straight into the sky, piercing the dome of the stone chamber, piercing the blood-red sky of the City of Slaughter, and shooting straight into the God Realm.

The realm of gods, the realm of Asura gods.

The Asura God suddenly opened his eyes, his blood-red pupils piercing through layers of void and falling towards the lower realm.

He sensed that Tang Chen's power was fluctuating, that someone was attacking him, and that someone had injured him.

His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the throne twice, once, then once more.

"A thousand years of soaring winds."

His voice was as cold as ice, "It's you again."

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