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

Waiting for the summons of the Asura God.

A blood-red light suddenly shone in the stone chamber.

The light didn't come from the sword or the runes; it descended from the sky, piercing the dome of the stone chamber and the blood-red sky of the City of Slaughter, landing directly on Tang Chen.

Tang Chen opened his eyes and knelt on one knee.

The phantom of the Asura God appeared before him.

Blood-red hair, blood-red eyes, blood-red robes, and an aura of slaughter and judgment surrounding him.

His face was as cold and sharp as if carved by a knife, revealing no expression, but there was anger in his blood-red eyes.

That was the wrath of the God-King.

"Tang Chen".

The voice of the Asura God was like eternal ice.

"Lord."

Tang Chen lowered his head.

"The person I chose has been placed under house arrest by the Spirit Hall."

Tang Chen's pupils contracted slightly.

He had heard the God of Asura mention that person, a child, a child named Tang San, a soul that the God of Asura had smuggled back from the Underworld.

He was the most important pawn of the God of Asura in the lower realm, and the trump card he used to deal with the Spirit Hall and the God of Destruction.

"My lord, your subordinate—"

The Asura God interrupted him.

"I don't blame you."

"I underestimated the Spirit Hall, I underestimated Qian Gu Ling Feng, and I underestimated the God of Destruction."

He paused, then said, "I will give you power to break through to level 100. Go to the Spirit Hall and snatch that child back."

Tang Chen's body jolted violently.

Level 100 is the realm of gods, a realm that mortals cannot reach.

He was stuck at the peak of level 99 for decades, unable to break through that thin membrane.

The Asura God raised his hand, and a blood-red beam of light shot out from his palm and entered Tang Chen's body.

Tang Chen's body began to glow, and a blood-red light shone from under his skin, illuminating the entire stone chamber.

His aura began to surge, reaching the peak of level 99, then level 100.

His spirit rings also began to change; all nine spirit rings turned blood red—those were god-level spirit rings.

His martial spirit, the Haotian Hammer, also changed. Blood-red patterns appeared on the hammer, which were the marks of the Asura God.

Tang Chen stood up, clenched his fist, and felt the unprecedented power within his body.

He felt like a volcano that had just awakened, ready to erupt at any moment.

He felt like a newly drawn sword, ready to cut through anything at any moment.

He felt like a wild beast that had just broken free of its shackles, ready to tear everything apart at any moment.

"Go."

The Asura God's voice was calm, "Bring that child back."

Anyone who stands in your way will be killed without mercy.

Tang Chen clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"Your subordinate obeys."

Wuhun City.

Ling Feng stood in front of the ancestral hall, looking at the distant sky.

His injuries hadn't fully healed, and his soul power had only recovered to most of its original level, but his intuition told him that something was about to happen.

He closed his eyes, and his spiritual power extended, enveloping the entire Martial Soul City.

He sensed the people in the city, the soldiers in the city, the soul masters in the city, and the worshippers in the city.

He also sensed a terrifying aura rapidly approaching from the dark wasteland outside the city.

He opened his eyes.

"coming."

Qian Renxue stood beside him.

"Who?"

"Tang Chen".

In the main hall, Qian Daoliu sat in the main seat with his eyes closed.

He had already sensed that aura, an aura stronger than his own, stronger than anyone he had ever seen.

That was the aura of a level 100 being, the aura of a god.

"Level 100".

Qian Daoliu's voice was calm, "The Asura God allowed him to break through to level 100."

Golden Crocodile Douluo's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Level 100?"

How can it be?

How could a mortal possibly break through level 100?

Qian Daoliu looked at him.

"The Asura God made him break through."

The Asura God is a God-King; helping him break through to level 100 is merely a matter of lifting a finger.

Golden Crocodile Douluo remained silent.

The realm of gods, the realm of destruction.

The God of Destruction stood at the edge of the palace, looking down at the mortal realm, his purple eyes filled with rage.

He saw Tang Chen, saw him break through level 100, and saw him flying towards Wuhun City.

"Asura God".

The God of Destruction's voice was low, like the rumble of thunder before a storm, "You dare to cheat."

He raised his hand, and a purple beam of light shot out from his palm, piercing through the barrier of the divine realm, falling to the lower realm, to Martial Soul City, to the Hall of Worship, and to Qian Daoliu.

Qian Daoliu's body trembled violently, and purple light shone from under his skin, illuminating the entire hall.

His aura began to surge, reaching the peak of level 99, then level 100.

His spirit rings also began to change, all nine of them turning purple, which was the mark of the God of Destruction.

Golden Crocodile Douluo's pupils contracted again.

Qianjun Douluo and Jiangmo Douluo exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes.

The Azure Phoenix Douluo stood with his hands behind his back, his azure eyes filled with solemnity.

The Lion Douluo sat cross-legged on the ground and opened his eyes.

The Light Feather Douluo stood in the corner, the light crossbow bolt in his hand stopped spinning.

Qian Daoliu stood up, his white hair as white as snow, his gaze deep.

"I'll go and meet him."

Ling Feng stepped forward.

"Grandpa Qian, I'll go with you."

Qian Daoliu looked at him and shook his head.

"You stay."

"You can't get involved in a level 100 battle."

Ling Feng's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he knew that Qian Daoliu was right.

His fists clenched.

Qian Daoliu walked out of the offering hall, soared into the air, and transformed into a purple streak of light, flying northward.

Above Wuhun City, two streaks of light met.

A streak of blood, a streak of purple.

Tang Chen hovered in mid-air, his white hair fluttering in the night wind, his eyes bloodshot, and he held a blood-red longsword in his hand, the runes on the sword beating like a heart.

He looked at Qian Daoliu, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Qian Daoliu, you've gotten old."

Qian Daoliu looked at him calmly.

"You're not young either."

Neither of them spoke again.

The crimson sword light and the purple fist wind collided in mid-air, unleashing a deafening roar.

The entire Martial Soul City trembled, and the defensive runes on the city walls flickered wildly.

The worshippers stood in front of the offering hall, watching the two streams of light intertwine, collide, and separate in the air.

Golden Crocodile Douluo's fists clenched so tightly they cracked. He wanted to go up and help, but he knew he couldn't get involved.

Will Grandpa Qian win?

Jin Chen's voice trembled slightly.