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

He could see the stream of light intertwined with ice and fire, the two golden soul rings, and the figure of the boy.

A slight smirk appeared on his lips.

"Level 95, two million-year soul rings, you've grown faster than I expected."

Unfortunately, you were in too much of a hurry.

He raised his right hand, and a blood-red light shot out from his palm, piercing through the barrier of the divine realm and falling to the lower realm, falling towards the city of slaughter.

A purple light shot out from another direction and collided with the blood-red light.

boom--!

Two god-king level powers clashed at the barrier of the divine realm, unleashing a deafening roar.

The God of Destruction stood at the edge of his palace, his long purple hair fluttering in the lightning, his purple eyes fixed on the God of Asura.

"What do you want to do?"

His voice was cold.

The Asura God looked at him.

"I don't need to explain to you what I want to do."

The God of Destruction stepped forward.

"The battle between Tang Chen and Qian Gu Ling Feng is a matter of the lower realm."

You can't interfere.

Chapter 215 Strange Events in Sea Breeze City

The Asura God looked at him.

"Tang Chen is my representative, and I cannot watch him die."

The God of Destruction sneered.

He won't die.

Ling Feng is only level 95, while Tang Chen is level 99.

Even if Ling Feng had two million-year soul rings, he still couldn't kill Tang Chen.

What's the rush?

The Asura God remained silent for a moment before withdrawing his hand.

The crimson light dissipated, and so did the purple light.

The two stood at the edge of their respective palaces, gazing at each other across the void.

Crimson clouds and purple lightning intertwined and collided in the void, neither giving way to the other.

In the stone chamber of the city of slaughter.

Ling Feng and Tang Chen simultaneously sensed the two forces descending from the sky, one blood-red and the other purple.

They looked up at the hole in the dome that had been pierced by a pillar of crimson light.

Outside the cave entrance, the sky was blood-red, and two enormous phantoms were faintly facing each other in the sky—one blood-red, the other purplish-black.

Ling Feng's pupils contracted slightly.

Those are the Asura God and the God of Destruction.

Tang Chen's brows furrowed slightly.

Two God-Kings are facing off, and two Title Douluos are facing off.

The atmosphere in the stone chamber was even more tense than before; the air seemed to have frozen.

Ling Feng withdrew his gaze and looked at Tang Chen.

Tang Chen also turned his gaze away and looked at Ling Feng.

"Your master seems very worried about you."

Ling Feng's voice was calm.

Tang Chen looked at him.

"Your master seems to be very worried about you as well."

"Ridiculous! I am the successor of the gods, while you are nothing more than the dog of the Asura God."

The two stared at each other for a moment.

Then Tang Chen smiled, but it was a cold smile.

Ling Feng didn't laugh, he just looked at Tang Chen, his black eyes showing no fear or retreat.

"Again."

Ling Feng's voice was calm.

Tang Chen looked at him and slowly raised his longsword.

"it is good."

The two forces collided once again.

This time, they didn't use their soul skills; they simply swung their swords and threw punches.

One sword, one punch, one sword, one punch.

Each collision carried earth-shattering power, and each strike was enough to kill any Title Douluo below level 95.

The stone chamber trembled, the ground cracked, and pebbles rained down from above.

Ling Feng's ice and fire dragon wings flapped behind him. His shield of light had shattered, and his soul power was almost exhausted, but his fists were still powerful, and his eyes were still bright.

Tang Chen's sword grew heavier and heavier, his killing intent grew stronger, and blood was still flowing from the corner of his mouth, but his sword was faster and more ruthless than before.

He saw Ling Feng's limit; the boy's soul power was almost exhausted, his physical strength was almost exhausted, and his will was almost exhausted.

But he kept fighting and didn't back down.

Ling Feng finally couldn't withstand the eleventh sword strike.

Tang Chen's longsword struck the ice-fire dragon's wings, shattering half of the ice-blue left wing and cracking the crimson right wing as well.

Ling Feng was sent flying backward, crashing into the stone wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

His ice and fire dragon wings drooped, his hands trembled, his soul power was almost zero, and his physical strength and willpower had reached their limits.

Tang Chen walked up to him, looked down at him, and held a long sword above his head.

"You lost."

Ling Feng raised his head and looked at Tang Chen. There was no fear or despair in his black eyes, only a terrifying calm.

"I will come again."

Tang Chen looked at him, remained silent for a moment, and slowly sheathed his longsword.

"I am waiting for you."

Ling Feng struggled to his feet. His Ice and Fire Dragon Wings were no longer able to fly. He could only walk out of the stone chamber, down the stone steps, out of the Black Tower, and out of the City of Slaughter step by step.

Every step was slow, every step was difficult.

The numb, empty, dead-like faces in the city stared at him, watching him covered in blood and staggering.

No one spoke, no one made a move.

They just watched him go.

The realm of gods, the realm of destruction.

The God of Destruction stood at the edge of the palace, watching the blood-soaked boy in the lower realm walk out of the City of Slaughter step by step.

A hint of relief, but also a hint of worry, flashed in his eyes.

"He made it out alive."

He didn't die, and he didn't lose.

He just hasn't won yet.

But one day, he will win.

The Asura God stood at the edge of the palace in the Asura God Realm, watching the boy walk out of the City of Slaughter.

There was no satisfaction in his eyes, only murderous intent.

"If this child is not eliminated, he will surely become a great threat."

He turned, walked back to the throne, and closed his eyes.

He was wondering if he should do something.

But the God of Destruction was watching him, as were the Gods of Good and Evil, and the members of the Divine Council were all watching him.

He cannot act rashly.

He could only wait.

Ling Feng walked out of the City of Slaughter.

The light of the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire gradually dimmed within his body, his soul power was almost exhausted, and most of his Ice and Fire Dragon Wings were shattered.

But he survived, and walked out of this city of death alive.

He looked up at the sky; the blood-red color had faded, revealing a grayish-white expanse.

It's almost dawn.

He spread his tattered ice and fire dragon wings and managed to take flight.

They flew south, towards the Starry Sky Forest.

Gu Yuena was waiting for him there.

His ninth spirit ring still needs to be strengthened, his new spirit skill still needs to be mastered, and his injuries still need to be healed.