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

Ling Feng didn't speak; he didn't know either.

The battle for level 100 lasted all night.

As dawn approached, two streaks of light descended simultaneously, landing on the wilderness outside Martial Soul City.

Qian Daoliu stood on the wasteland, his white hair disheveled, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes remained bright.

Tang Chen stood opposite him, blood also trickling from the corner of his mouth, but his hands were trembling slightly.

Neither of them fell.

"Qian Daoliu, you are no match for me."

Tang Chen's voice was hoarse.

Qian Daoliu looked at him.

"You can't kill me either."

Tang Chen remained silent.

He knew that Qian Daoliu was telling the truth.

He is at level 100, and so is Qiandaoliu.

He can't kill Qian Daoliu, and Qian Daoliu can't kill him either.

The two simply stood facing each other in silence.

The realm of gods, the realm of Asura gods.

The Asura God stood at the edge of the palace, looking at the two figures facing each other in the lower realm, his purple eyes filled with rage.

He raised his hand, ready to give Tang Chen some more strength.

A beam of purple light shot from another direction, blocking his hand.

The God of Destruction stood at the edge of his palace, watching him.

Chapter 222 Cut Off Your Supply Lines

"enough."

The Asura God looked at him.

"What I do is none of your business."

The God of Destruction sneered.

"You helped Tang Chen break through to level 100, so I will help Qian Daoliu break through to level 100 as well."

You give power to Tang Chen, and I will give power to Qian Daoliu as well.

If you dare to lay a hand on me again, I will go to the Divine Realm Committee.

The Asura God stared at him, his blood-red eyes filled with killing intent, but he did not move.

He knew that the God of Destruction meant what he said.

He withdrew his hand, turned, and walked back to the throne.

Tang Chen sensed the waning of the Asura God's power and knew that his master would not give him any more power.

He sheathed his longsword and glanced at Qian Daoliu.

That's all for today.

But I will definitely take that child with me.

Qian Daoliu looked at him.

"You can give it a try."

Tang Chen turned around, transformed into a streak of blood-red light, and disappeared into the horizon.

Qian Daoliu stood there, watching the bloody light disappear, then he spat out a mouthful of blood and his body swayed.

Ling Feng flew out of the city and caught him.

Qian Daoliu waved his hand.

"fine.

"I won't die."

Ling Feng helped him walk back to Wuhun City.

Qian Renxue stood at the city gate, looking at them, her eyes slightly red.

Jin Chen stood beside her, his fists clenched tightly.

Tang Chen returned to the City of Slaughter.

He went into the stone chamber, closed the door, sat back on the stone chair, and closed his eyes.

His injuries weren't serious, but he was emotionally exhausted.

The voice of the Asura God echoed in his mind.

"That child must be brought back."

Tang Chen opened his eyes.

"Understood."

In Wuhun City, Qian Daoliu sat in the Hall of Worship, his eyes closed, his face pale.

Ling Feng stood beside him, while Qian Renxue stood on the other side.

"Grandpa Qian, your injury..."

Qian Daoliu waved his hand.

"I'm fine."

But Tang Chen will come again.

He will definitely come, because he wants to take the child away.

Ling Feng remained silent for a moment.

"We can't let him take that child away."

Qian Daoliu looked at him.

What are you planning to do?

Ling Feng thought for a moment.

“Hide him.”

He hid in a place where Tang Chen couldn't find him.

Qian Daoliu shook his head.

"Tang Chen is a level 100 peerless Douluo, whose spiritual power covers the entire continent. He can find anyone he wants to find."

Ling Feng remained silent for a moment.

"Then kill him."

Qian Daoliu looked at him.

You can't kill him.

Even I can't kill him.

Ling Feng looked at him.

"One day, I will be able to."

Qian Daoliu nodded without saying a word.

Tang San was moved to a secret room beneath the Hall of Offerings.

The secret chamber was small, only about ten feet square, with defensive runes carved all over the walls, and two Soul Douluo-level guards outside the door.

Ah Yin was also moved to the secret room next door. She could visit her son every day, but she couldn't take him away.

Tang San didn't know what had happened; he only knew that he couldn't go to kindergarten anymore, couldn't play with his friends, and couldn't sunbathe in the yard anymore.

He was locked in this secret room, and could only see his mother and the guards who brought him food each day.

"Mother, why do we live here?"

Ah Yin looked at him, her eyes slightly red.

"Because there are bad people outside."

The bad guys want to catch you.

Tang San looked at her.

Why are the bad guys arresting me?

Ah Yin patted his head.

"Because you are your mother's child."

Tang San didn't quite understand, but he didn't ask further.

He simply leaned against Ah Yin's chest and closed his eyes.

Ah Yin hugged him, tears silently streaming down her face.

She didn't know what the future held, whether Tang Chen would find her here, or whether her child would grow up safely.

All she knew was that she was holding him, and that he was still alive.

The nights are long in Wuhun City.

Ling Feng stood by the window of the offering hall, looking at the northern sky.

That's the direction of the City of Slaughter, the direction of Tang Chen, the direction of the God of Asura.

That level 100 peerless Douluo could come at any time and take that child away.