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

Ling Feng looked at them.

"Your king has been captured."

Those who surrender will be spared death; those who resist will be killed without mercy.

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

No one speaks.

The three hundred soul masters looked at each other in bewilderment. Finally, the first person put down his soul tool, followed by the second, the third, and the fourth.

All three hundred Soul Masters surrendered.

The deacons of the Haifeng City branch hall escorted Xu Tiangang and three hundred soul masters onto the Spirit Hall's prison cart.

Xu Tiangang was locked in a specially made cage, his body wrapped in bandages, his golden armor was stripped off, and his sword was confiscated.

He leaned against the bars of the cage, his eyes closed, and remained silent.

Ling Feng stood in front of the prison cart, looking at the sea. There were three warships on the sea, the ships that the Sun Moon Continent's advance team had brought. They were now quietly anchored in the harbor, the flags on their masts still fluttering in the wind.

He thought for a moment, then turned to the bishop of the synagogue and said, "Tow away those three ships."

All the soul-guided devices on the ship were confiscated.

The ship was dismantled and transported back to Wuhun Capital.

"Yes."

The prison van set off.

Ling Feng rode his horse alongside the prison cart.

When they reached a fork in the road, the prison van stopped and waited for them.

Ling Feng suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

I'm going back to Wuhun Capital; you guys go ahead.

The branch bishop paused for a moment.

"Holy Son, aren't you going to Martial Soul Capital?"

Ling Feng shook his head.

"I go."

He jumped off his horse, spread his Ice and Fire Dragon Wings, and with a sudden flap of his wings, he soared into the sky and flew towards the direction of Martial Soul Capital.

Xu Tiangang, inside the prison cart, looked up and watched the golden-black streak of light disappear into the horizon, a feeling he couldn't quite describe welling up inside him.

That boy was too strong, far stronger than him.

Two days later, the prison van arrived in Wuhun City.

The news has spread throughout the entire city.

The Crown Prince of the Martial Soul Empire, Qian Gu Lingfeng, with the cultivation of a level 95 Title Douluo, crushed the vanguard team of the Sun Moon Continent on the shore of the East Sea.

With a single punch, Xu Tiangang, the King Protector of the Sun Moon Continent, was severely injured. All three hundred Soul Masters surrendered, and all three warships were captured.

The people of Wuhun City flooded the streets, lining the roads to welcome them.

They waved the banners of the Spirit Empire, cheering loudly.

Qian Renxue stood on the steps in front of the offering hall, looking at the golden-black streak of light on the horizon.

A stream of light fell in front of her, and Ling Feng stepped out of the light, retracting his Ice and Fire Dragon Wings.

She looked at him, her eyes slightly red, but she didn't cry.

"came back?"

Ling Feng nodded.

"I'm back."

Qian Renxue reached out and grasped his hand tightly.

"You're not allowed to go alone anymore."

Ling Feng looked at her and nodded.

"it is good."

In the main hall, Qian Daoliu sat in the main seat, looking at Xu Tiangang kneeling in the hall.

Xu Tiangang's injuries had not fully healed; his right arm was bandaged, his left leg was limping, and there were bruises on his face.

"Xu Tiangang, the King Protector of the Sun and Moon Continent."

Qian Daoliu's voice was calm, "Do you know what crime you have committed?"

Xu Tiangang raised his head and looked at Qian Daoliu. His golden eyes no longer held contempt, but only resentment.

"What crime have I committed?"

I am merely acting under orders.

"Your Spirit Empire has occupied this continent, but our Sun Moon Continent also has the right to exist."

Golden Crocodile Douluo coldly said, "The right to live?"

You can negotiate with the Spirit Empire, you can make deals with the Spirit Empire, and you can coexist peacefully with the Spirit Empire.

Why did you attack the Spirit Hall branch?

Why steal the soul tool?

Why kill?

Xu Tiangang was speechless.

Qian Daoliu waved his hand.

"Take him away."

They must be kept under strict surveillance and not allowed to have any contact with the outside world.

The guards dragged Xu Tiangang away.

Qian Daoliu looked at Ling Feng.

"The advance team from the Sun and Moon Continent has been dealt with."

But the Sun and Moon Continent will not give up easily; they will send more people, perhaps more and stronger than this time.

We need to be prepared.

Ling Feng nodded.

"Don't worry, Grandpa Qian."

If they dare to come, I dare to fight.

Chapter 218 Tang San Awakens His Martial Soul, Innate Full Soul Power!

Sun and Moon Continent, Imperial Palace, Ancestral Hall.

The ancestral hall is located at the deepest part of the palace, where candles are burned year-round, and the spirit tablets of the ancestors of the Xu imperial family are enshrined.

The memorial tablets are densely packed, from the founding emperor to the current emperor's father, more than three hundred tablets, row upon row, layer upon layer, like a silent wall.

There is a long table in front of the wall, on which are placed an incense burner, candlesticks, and offerings of fruit.

The incense burner emitted wisps of smoke, and rows of lamps on the candlesticks glowed like tiny beans.

At the other end of the long table, there was a row of lamps, not candles, but spirit lamps.

Each soul lamp corresponds to an important member of the Xu royal family. The lamp is engraved with the name and the wick is soaked with a drop of the member's blood essence.

The lamp burns when a person is alive, and goes out when a person dies.

For three hundred years, this row of lights has never gone out.

Xu Tiangang's light went out.

The old eunuch guarding the ancestral hall was the first to discover it.

He comes to the ancestral hall to offer incense every morning, and today was no exception.

He pushed open the door, walked to the long table as usual, lit three incense sticks, inserted them into the incense burner, and then looked up at the row of soul lamps.

One of the lights went out.

The lamp base is engraved with three characters: Xu Tiangang.

The incense stick in the old eunuch's hand fell to the ground.

He stumbled and ran out of the ancestral hall, through the long corridors, past palace gates, and into Emperor Xu Tianxing's bedroom.

He lost one of his shoes and his hat was askew, but he didn't care. He just kept running, shouting in a distorted tone.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

The sound was particularly jarring in the palace in the early morning, like a chicken squawking with its neck being choked.

The guards stopped him. He knelt on the ground, trembling all over. He pointed in the direction of the ancestral hall, his lips quivering, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a complete sentence.

"The Heavenly King... the Heavenly King's soul lamp has gone out!"

The door to the bedchamber was suddenly pushed open.

Xu Tianxing walked out wearing a bright yellow nightgown, his hair disheveled, and barefoot.

His face was deathly pale, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at the old eunuch as he walked over step by step, each step feeling like he was stepping on cotton or on the tip of a knife.

"What did you say?"

Xu Tianxing's voice was very low, as if squeezed out from the depths of his throat, carrying a chilling calmness.

The old eunuch lay prostrate on the ground, his forehead pressed against the cold stone slab, his whole body trembling.

"The Heavenly King's soul lamp... has gone out."

This old servant saw it with his own eyes; the lamp... the lamp went out.