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

Golden Crocodile Douluo's body trembled violently, and his aura began to surge, reaching the peak of level ninety-nine, then level one hundred.

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

His martial soul, the Golden Dragon Crocodile, has also changed; purple patterns have appeared on its scales, representing the power of destruction.

The auras of Qianjun Douluo and Jiangmo Douluo also began to surge, reaching level 98, level 99, and level 100.

The same applies to Azure Phoenix Douluo, Lion Douluo, and Light Feather Douluo.

Six enshrined officials, six peerless Douluo at level 100, and six divine servants of the God of Destruction.

Qian Daoliu's aura was also changing, reaching the peak of level 100.

He looked at his hands, those aged hands now containing destructive power.

His eyes were bright, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.

"Asura God," Qian Daoliu's voice was very soft, "You wait."

The God of Destruction looked at them with a complex expression.

"I can only give you strength, not avenge you."

The Asura God is a God-King, and you are God-Servants, a difference of one rank, but there are seven of you.

Seven against one, they might not necessarily lose.

I will keep an eye on the Asura God in the divine realm to prevent him from interfering in the mortal world.

Go forth, go to the City of Slaughter, and destroy the foundation of the Asura God in the lower realm.

Let him know that the Spirit Hall is not to be trifled with.

Let him know that Qian Yuhan's descendants are not someone he can bully.

Qian Daoliu clasped his hands in thanks. "Thank you, God King."

The God of Destruction waved his hand. "No need to thank me."

I'm not helping you, I'm helping Qian Yuhan.

She is my friend.

His illusory image slowly dissipated.

Qian Daoliu turned around and looked at the people in the offering hall. "Tomorrow, we'll go to the City of Slaughter."

Golden Crocodile Douluo nodded. "Yes."

Qianjun Douluo nodded. "Yes."

The Demon-Slaying Douluo nodded.

Qingluan Douluo nodded.

The Lion Douluo nodded.

Guangling Douluo nodded.

The following morning, the seven elders left Wuhun City.

Qian Daoliu walked at the front, his white hair as white as snow, and his purple soul rings pulsating up and down.

Golden Crocodile Douluo followed behind him, Thousand-Pound Douluo and Demon-Slaying Douluo walked side by side, Azure Phoenix Douluo stood with his hands behind his back, Lion Douluo strode forward, and Light Feather Douluo walked at the very back.

Ling Feng stood on the city wall, watching their backs.

Qian Renxue stood beside him, and Jin Chen stood behind him.

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

Zhu Zhuqing stood on the steps of the offering hall, watching those departing figures, a feeling she couldn't quite describe welling up inside her.

"What are Grandpa Qian and the others going to do?" Zhu Zhuqing asked.

Ling Feng didn't turn around. "Go kill someone."

Zhu Zhuqing did not ask any further questions.

The sky over the Killing City is always blood red.

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

Behind him stood a line of Golden Crocodile Douluo, Thousand-Pound Douluo, Demon-Slaying Douluo, Azure Phoenix Douluo, Lion Douluo, and Light Feather Douluo.

The oppressive aura of the seven level-100 peerless Douluo was like seven mountains pressing down on the sky above the City of Slaughter.

The thugs in the city sensed that terrifying aura and collapsed to the ground, not even having the courage to run away.

The Black Tower is still there.

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

Tang Hao stood atop the Black Tower, his white hair as white as snow, his crimson eyes gazing at the seven figures in the sky.

He held his blood-red longsword in his hand, the runes on its blade shimmering eerily in the blood-red sky.

His aura was very strong; he was a level 100 peerless Douluo who had inherited Tang Chen's power and the divine power of the Asura God.

His lips curled slightly upward, a smile that was both ferocious and cruel.

"Qian Daoliu," Tang Hao's voice was hoarse, "you've come."

Qian Daoliu looked at him. "You've arrived."

Tang Hao laughed. "You think you can kill me just because you've broken through level 100?"

Back then, even with so many Title Douluos in your Spirit Hall, you couldn't keep me here.

Now that I'm level 100, what about the seven of you who are level 100?

"The power of the Asura God is beyond your ability to contend with."

Qian Daoliu remained silent.

Golden Crocodile Douluo moved.

With a single punch, golden wind tore through the air and hurtled straight toward Tang Hao.

Tang Hao raised his blood-red longsword to block, and the force of his fist collided with the sword, unleashing a deafening roar.

Tang Hao took three steps back, but the Golden Crocodile Douluo did not budge.

"You're old, Tang Hao," Golden Crocodile Douluo's voice was cold. "You can't beat me."

Tang Hao's face darkened.

He hadn't expected the Golden Crocodile Douluo to be so powerful; his tiger's mouth split open, and blood dripped down his longsword.

Chapter 244 The Abduction of Bibi Dong, the Dilemma of the Asura God

He gripped his longsword tightly, channeling the power of the Asura God. Crimson light surged from the sword, illuminating the entire black tower as if it were a sea of ​​blood.

His aura surged again, reaching the peak of level 100, making him comparable to Qian Daoliu.

The Thousand-Pound Douluo and the Demon-Slaying Douluo attacked simultaneously.

With the Panlong Staff in hand, they attacked Tang Hao from both the left and right.

Tang Hao raised his sword to parry, but was outmaneuvered and in grave danger.

Azure Phoenix Douluo, Lion Douluo, and Light Feather Douluo also joined the attack. The six elders besieged Tang Hao. Although Tang Hao was level 100, he was no match for the four of them.

He had several wounds on his body, and blood was gushing from them, staining his white hair red.

Qian Daoliu stood at a distance, watching the battle.

He didn't make a move; he was waiting, waiting for Tang Hao to reveal a weakness.

Tang Hao's weakness has finally appeared.

He was punched in the chest by Golden Crocodile Douluo, sent flying backward, crashing through the body of the Black Tower.

A thousand streams flowed, and with the Angelic Sword in hand, golden sword light pierced the blood-red sky, heading straight for Tang Hao.

Tang Hao raised his sword to parry, and the blood-red longsword collided with the angelic divine sword, unleashing a deafening roar.

The blood-red longsword broke, and the Angelic Sword pierced Tang Hao's chest.

Tang Hao lowered his head, looked at the sword in his chest, and smiled.

That smile was bittersweet yet resigned.

"Qian Daoliu, you win."

Qian Daoliu looked at him. "You lost."

Tang Hao coughed, and blood gushed from his mouth.

“Ah Yin…” his voice was very soft, “Ah Yin is still in the Spirit Hall.”

Take care of her for me…

Qian Daoliu looked at him. "She doesn't need you to take care of her."

She's doing well.

Tang Hao smiled.

The smile was bitter; his eyes were closed, and his hands hung limply.

Qian Daoliu drew the Angelic Sword.

Tang Hao's body fell from the sky, crashing onto the ruins and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Qian Daoliu stood in the air, looking down at the corpse, and remained silent for a long time.

Golden Crocodile Douluo flew to Qian Daoliu's side and looked at him. "Big brother, are you alright?"

Qian Daoliu shook his head. "It's nothing."

He looked into the distance, towards the direction of Martial Soul Capital. "Let's go home."

Seven figures disappeared into the blood-red sky.

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