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

Chapter 236 Tang Chen, His Death Is Imminent

Jin Chen leaned closer. "Senior Sword Douluo, could you teach me too?"

I also want to learn swordsmanship.

Chen Xin looked at him. "Your weapon is a trident, not a sword."

Jin Chen scratched his head. "Then can I learn swordsmanship?"

Chen Xin looked at him. "You can learn."

But swordsmanship may not be suitable for you.

The trident is a heavy weapon that emphasizes strength.

Swords are light weapons, and speed is essential.

What you need to learn is not swordsmanship, but halberd techniques.

Jin Chen nodded. "Oh."

"Does that senior know halberd techniques?"

Chen Xin shook his head. "No."

Jin Chen was somewhat disappointed.

Chen Xin looked at him. "But the Sea God will."

The Trident of Poseidon contains the memories of Poseidon; you can learn Poseidon's halberd techniques through the trident.

Jin Chen's eyes lit up. "Really?"

Chen Xin nodded. "Really."

Jin Chen gripped the Trident of Poseidon tightly and closed his eyes.

He sensed the information contained within the trident; it was the halberd technique of the sea god, each move as clear as if it were engraved.

He opened his eyes and grinned. "Thank you, senior!"

Chen Xin waved his hand. "No need to thank me."

This is your own opportunity.

Ling Feng stood by the window, watching the scene unfold in the martial arts arena.

Qian Renxue stood beside him and held his hand.

"What are you thinking?"

Ling Feng was silent for a moment. "I'm thinking about Sword Douluo."

Qian Renxue looked at him. "What's wrong with Sword Douluo?"

Ling Feng looked at her. "He stayed in Wuhun Capital not just because of Ning Rongrong."

It was also for the sake of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

He is in Martial Soul City, which means the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is in Martial Soul City.

With him here, Ning Fengzhi felt relieved.

Qian Renxue was silent for a moment. "Then how long do you plan to keep him here?"

Ling Feng thought for a moment. "I don't know."

Maybe a long time.

Perhaps after the events on the Sun and Moon Continent are over.

Qian Renxue squeezed his hand. "No matter how long it takes, I'll be with you."

Ling Feng did not let go.

The morning light streamed in through the window, illuminating them and casting long shadows.

……

Martial Soul Capital, Hall of Worship.

Ling Feng stood before the angel statue, eyes closed, motionless.

He had been standing here for three days and three nights.

The second of the Nine Trials of Destruction has been delayed for far too long. Tang Chen is still alive, Tang San is still in the secret chamber, and the God of Asura is still eyeing the God Realm covetously.

He couldn't wait any longer.

He opened his eyes, a glint of gold flashing in his dark pupils.

The peak level is 95, just one thin membrane away from level 96.

He tried to break through that thin membrane countless times, but each time he was just a little short.

He needs pressure, the pressure of life and death, to break through the last layer of paper.

He turned and walked out of the offering hall.

Qian Renxue stood at the door, looking at him without saying a word.

Jin Chen stood behind her, the Trident of Poseidon gleaming in the morning light.

Ning Rongrong leaned on the windowsill, the Nine-Treasure Glazed Pagoda spinning in her palm.

"Are you going to the City of Slaughter?" Qian Renxue asked.

Ling Feng nodded.

We can't wait any longer.

Tang Chen must die.

Qian Renxue remained silent for a moment.

"I go with you."

Ling Feng looked at her.

"If you leave, who will look after the house?"

Qian Renxue looked at him.

"Jin Chen is in charge of the house."

Jin Chen straightened his chest.

"Boss, you can go without worry."

"Leave the martial spirits to me, everything will be fine."

Ning Rongrong also raised her little hand.

"I'll help too!"

Ling Feng looked at them, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"it is good."

The ice and fire dragon wings unfolded behind him, the left wing being ice blue and the right wing crimson.

He soared into the air, transforming into a streak of light, and flew northward.

Qian Renxue stood in front of the offering hall, watching the streak of light disappear into the horizon, and gripped the holy sword tightly.

Jin Chen stood beside her, the trident of Poseidon humming.

Ning Rongrong leaned against the windowsill, the light from the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda illuminating her small face.

The sky over the Killing City is always blood red.

Ling Feng hovered in mid-air, looking down at the black city.

Qian Daoliu's last sword strike destroyed most of the Slaughter City. The ruins still remain, and occasionally a few villains can be seen wandering among the broken walls.

They were skin and bones, with sunken eyes, like walking corpses.

Their food supplies ran out, and they had been starving for more than half a month, leaving them with little strength.

The Black Tower is still there.

It stands in the center of the city, like a black nail driven into the ruins.

The tower has developed more cracks, but it has not collapsed.

Tang Chen is still inside.

Ling Feng landed in front of the Black Tower.

The iron gate was smashed to pieces by him last time, and it hasn't been repaired yet; only a tattered cloth curtain is hanging there.

He lifted the curtain and went inside.

The stone steps were very steep, and most of the oil lamps on the walls had gone out, with only a few still barely hanging on.

His footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, one after another.

The wooden door to the stone chamber was half-open.

Tang Chen sat on a stone chair, his white hair as white as snow, his face cold and stern, his eyes bloodshot.

He looked at Ling Feng, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"You're here again."

Ling Feng looked at him.

"I am coming."

Tang Chen stood up, a blood-red longsword in his hand.

"Level 95."

It's a little better than last time.

But that's still not enough.