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

The realm of gods, the realm of Asura gods.

Endless crimson clouds surged, beneath which lay a pitch-black palace.

There was no light in the palace, only eternal blood and darkness.

The Asura God sat high on his throne, one hand supporting his chin, his long crimson hair cascading down to his waist. His face was cold and stern, and his blood-red eyes pierced through the barrier of the divine realm, looking down into the mortal world.

His gaze pierced through layers of void, landing on the black city, the killing capital.

His pupils suddenly contracted.

The killing city is burning.

The city walls collapsed, the black tower toppled, and the villains scattered and fled, only to be caught by the purple light and turned to ashes.

Seven purple figures hovered above the ruins, like seven Grim Reapers.

Qian Daoliu, Golden Crocodile Douluo, Thousand-Pound Douluo, Demon-Slaying Douluo, Azure Phoenix Douluo, Lion Douluo, and Light Feather Douluo.

Seven peerless Douluo at level 100, and seven divine servants of the God of Destruction.

Tang Hao's body lay in the ruins, his white hair disheveled, his crimson eyes still open, as if he were looking at the sky, at the Asura God.

The Asura God's finger stopped.

His body began to tremble, not from fear, but from anger.

His face was expressionless, but two blood-red flames burned in his eyes.

Tang Hao is dead, and his spokesperson is dead.

The City of Slaughter is destroyed, and his foundation in the lower realm is destroyed.

His pawns were placed under house arrest, his plans were disrupted, and his schemes were completely thwarted.

He stood up, the throne scraping against him with a harsh creak.

His hands clenched tightly, his nails digging into his palms, and a blood-red light seeped from between his fingers.

His eyes burned with blood-red flames, making his entire aura become violent.

"God of Destruction!" The voice of the Asura God resounded like eternal thunder throughout the palace, "You've ruined my grand plan! You think you can win by raising Qian Daoliu and the others to level 100? How naive!"

He paced back and forth in the palace, his steps quickening and his breathing becoming increasingly disordered.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, each more vicious and insane than the last.

He wanted revenge, he wanted destruction, he wanted the Spirit Hall to pay the price.

He wanted Qian Daoliu dead, Ling Feng dead, Qian Renxue dead, and everyone who opposed him dead.

He stopped and looked in another direction.

That place is the Martial Soul Capital.

There, there is a temple of worship, statues of angels, a thousand streams, a gust of wind, and a thousand feet of snow.

There was another person, Bibi Dong.

Former Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall, wife of Qian Xunji, and mother of Qian Renxue.

She was placed under house arrest in a small courtyard east of Wuhun Capital, isolated from the world and never seeing the light of day.

The corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

I hate Qian Xunji, I hate Qian Daoliu, I hate the Spirit Hall.

She also hated Yu Xiaogang, that cowardly man who had confessed his love to her but backed down at the crucial moment.

She hates everyone.

The corners of the Asura God's mouth turned up slightly.

He found a breakthrough, the best way to take revenge on the Spirit Hall.

“Bibi Dong,” he said softly, “I will give you strength and freedom.”

Go and destroy the Spirit Hall, destroy those who hate you.

He raised his hand, and a crimson light shot out from his palm, piercing through the barrier of the divine realm and falling to the lower realm.

The small courtyard on the east side of Wuhun Capital.

Bibi Dong sat on the stone bench, looking at the old locust tree in front of her.

Most of the leaves have fallen, with only a few withered yellow leaves still hanging on the branches, shivering in the wind.

She has sat here for more than ten years, from dusk till dawn, and from dawn till dusk.

Her hair was already gray, and there were fine lines at the corners of her eyes, but her eyes were still very bright, as bright as two will-o'-the-wisps.

She didn't speak or laugh; she just sat there, looking at the tree.

A maid came in carrying breakfast, placed the tray on the stone table, and stole a glance at her.

Bibi Dong didn't move, nor did she look at the bowl of porridge or the egg.

The maid lowered her head and left.

For more than a decade, she has never stepped out of this small courtyard.

It's not that I can't, it's that I don't want to.

There are people she hates, things she hates, and memories she hates outside.

She was afraid that once she went out, she would lose control of herself and do something irreversible.

She chose to stay, to stay in this small courtyard, and to remain within her own hatred.

Today, she suddenly sensed a power.

The power descended from the sky, vast and violent, like a celestial calamity, like the end of the world, like the first sigh at the destruction of the world.

She looked up at the sky.

The sky was blue, the clouds were white, and the sun was bright.

But within that blue expanse, a crimson light was rapidly falling.

The light fell before her, onto the stone table, and transformed into a blood-red token.

The token was blood red, with a single word engraved on it: Kill.

Bibi Dong's pupils contracted slightly.

She reached out and grasped the token.

The token was so hot it made her palms steam, but she didn't let go.

A voice, deep and majestic, like an ancient thunderclap, resounded from the token in her mind.

“Bibi Dong, I am the Asura God.”

Bibi Dong knelt on one knee. "This junior is here."

The voice continued, "I give you power, I give you freedom."

Chapter 245 Bewitching Bibi Dong

“You went and destroyed the Spirit Hall, and your daughter and your enemies are still alive.”

Do you hate them?

Bibi Dong's body was trembling.

"I know you hate," the Asura God's voice was as cold as ice for eternity. "I also know you hate Yu Xiaogang."

He confessed his feelings to you, but backed down at the crucial moment.

He doesn't even dare mention your name; he's not good enough for you.

Bibi Dong clenched the token tightly.

"I will give you the power to destroy the Spirit Hall with your own hands, and destroy everything you hate."

Do you want to? "

Bibi Dong raised her head and looked at the sky.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she held them back and didn't let them fall.

She waited for more than a decade, waiting for an opportunity, a chance to leave this small courtyard and take revenge herself.

Today, that opportunity has arrived.

"I do." Her voice was soft, but firm.

A crimson light surged from the token, enveloping her entirely.

Her body began to glow, a blood-red light emanating from beneath her skin, illuminating the entire courtyard.

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

Her spirit rings also began to change, all nine of them turning blood red, which was the mark of the Asura God.

Her martial spirit, Spider Emperor, has also changed, with blood-red patterns appearing on her body—the power of the Asura God.

Bibi Dong stood up and clenched her fists.

Her eyes were no longer empty, but filled with murderous intent.

She turned around and looked at the small courtyard that had confined her for more than a decade.

The courtyard wall was very high, and there were defensive runes on it.

She raised her hand and struck out with her palm.

A crimson light surged from his palm, slamming into the courtyard wall, shattering it and turning the defensive runes to ashes.

She walked out of the courtyard, out of the east side of the Martial Soul Capital, and towards the Hall of Worship.

Her steps were slow, but each step was steady.

She was waiting, waiting for Qian Daoliu to return, waiting for Ling Feng to return, waiting for all the powerful figures of the Spirit Hall to return.

She wanted to show them that she, Bibi Dong, was not someone they could imprison.