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

He couldn't let him take the child away.

It wasn't because that child was so important, but because he was his pawn, his bargaining chip, and the only means he could use to control the Asura God.

He clenched his fist. He would become stronger, stronger than Tang Chen, stronger than the God of Asura.

One day, he will stand before them and show them that this continent is not a place where they can run wild.

Wuhun City, Hall of Offerings.

Qian Daoliu sat in the main seat, his hair as white as snow, his face pale, but his eyes were very bright.

His injuries were serious; Tang Chen's sword had almost pierced through his left shoulder, breaking three ribs and causing internal organ damage.

But he didn't care. He had lived for over a hundred years and had suffered injuries more than ten times worse than this.

He cared about something else.

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

Golden Crocodile Douluo leaned against a pillar, arms crossed, his golden eyes staring at Qian Daoliu.

Qianjun Douluo and Jiangmo Douluo spoke in hushed tones, Qingluan Douluo stood with his hands behind his back, Xiongshi Douluo sat cross-legged on the ground, and Guangling Douluo stood in the corner.

All eyes were on Qian Daoliu.

"Tang Chen is gone."

Qian Daoliu's voice was calm, "But he will come back."

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

Golden Crocodile Douluo said coldly, "If he dares to come, I dare to fight him."

Qian Daoliu looked at him and shook his head.

You can't beat him.

Level 100, you're no match for them.

Golden Crocodile Douluo remained silent.

He knew Qian Daoliu was telling the truth; he was level 99, while Tang Chen was level 100.

A difference of one grade makes all the difference.

Qian Daoliu closed his eyes and tapped his fingers lightly twice on the armrest.

He was thinking, thinking about Tang Chen, thinking about the City of Slaughter, thinking about the God of Asura.

He thought for a long time, so long that the candlelight in the hall flickered several times.

Then he opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

That smile was cold, as cold as the millennia-old ice of the far north.

"Who supplies the food for the Killing City?"

Qian Daoliu suddenly asked a question.

Qian Xunji was stunned for a moment.

"Hall of Spirits".

For the past twenty years, the food supplies for the Killing City have been provided by the Spirit Hall.

Each month, they receive 1,000 shi of rice, 500 shi of flour, 200 shi of meat, as well as vegetables, salt, and medicinal herbs.

Tang Chen only cares about killing, not farming.

The land of slaughter does not produce food, and those villains do not know how to farm.

Without the Spirit Hall's supplies, they would have starved to death long ago.

Qian Xunji's voice grew softer and softer, and his eyes lit up.

He understood what Qian Daoliu meant.

Golden Crocodile Douluo's eyes also lit up.

"Big brother, you mean..."

Qian Daoliu did not look at him.

"Pass down the order: from today onwards, cease supplying provisions to the Killing City."

Not a single grain of rice, a bag of flour, or a single leaf of vegetable is allowed in.

His voice was calm: "Those beasts, just wait to starve to death."

Qianxun quickly clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"Yes."

Qian Daoliu stood up.

"Also, I need to go to the City of Slaughter."

Ling Feng's brows furrowed slightly.

"Grandpa Qian, your injury..."

Qian Daoliu waved his hand.

It's alright.

I'm not going to fight, I'm going to deliver a message.

Qian Renxue frowned as well.

"Deliver a message?"

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

"Tell them that the Spirit Hall is no longer serving us."

He stepped out of the offering hall, soared into the air, and transformed into a purple streak of light, flying northward.

Ling Feng stood at the entrance of the sacrificial hall, watching the streak of light disappear into the horizon.

Qian Renxue stood beside him and took his hand.

"Grandpa Qian will be alright."

Ling Feng remained silent.

Chapter 223 I Will Control the Armies of the World

The sky over the Killing City is always blood red.

A thousand streams hung in mid-air, overlooking the black city.

The city walls were covered with blood-red runes, which flickered in the darkness like beating hearts.

The city was sparsely lit, and the streets were deserted.

The thugs hid inside the house, too afraid to come out.

They sensed that terrifying aura; the pressure of a level 100 peerless Douluo was like a mountain pressing down on the entire city.

Qian Daoliu stared at it for a long time.

He saw those numb, empty, dead faces.

He saw the piles of bones, the flowing blood, and the rotting corpses.

He witnessed centuries of evil in this city, the bloodshed of countless people, the lives lost, and the despair of countless others.

"An angel has descended."

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

Behind him, the phantom of a twelve-winged angel appeared, its entire body golden, its wings spread wide, blotting out the sky.

The angel's face was both compassionate and majestic, like a god descending to earth.

The ninth spirit ring lit up; it wasn't purple, it was gold.

A golden beam of light shot out from the angelic phantom's hand, falling straight towards the City of Slaughter.

boom--!

The deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth trembled.

The entire city of slaughter trembled, and the blood-red runes on the city walls flickered wildly before shattering like glass.

Houses collapsed, streets crumbled, and a huge crack appeared in the ground, stretching from the city gate all the way to the foot of the Black Tower.

The golden light devoured everything, swallowing those numb, empty, dead faces.

The villains had no time to escape, no time to scream, no time to be afraid, and were reduced to ashes in the golden light.

Tang Chen stood atop the Black Tower, his white hair fluttering in the night wind. His crimson eyes stared at the golden pillar of light, at the villains reduced to ashes, and at the collapsed houses and streets.

His fingers gripped the longsword tightly, his knuckles turning white, but his face remained expressionless as he simply stared.

The golden light gradually faded away.

The killing capital still exists, but it no longer resembles a city.

Most of the city was destroyed, houses collapsed, streets crumbled, and huge cracks appeared in the ground, like scars on the earth.

The air was thick with smoke and the stench of blood, and the faint cries of survivors could be heard.

Qian Daoliu put away his martial spirit and looked down at Tang Chen.

Their eyes met, but no one spoke.

Qian Dao turned around and transformed into a purple streak of light, flying towards Wuhun City.

His figure gradually blurred in the blood-red sky, eventually disappearing into the horizon.

Tang Chen stood atop the black tower, watching the disappearing streak of light for a long time.

His lips curled up slightly, but the smile was bitter.

The city of slaughter has run out of supplies, most of the city has been destroyed, and countless villains have died or been injured. The foundation of this city has been shaken.