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

"Your Highness, will the people from the Spirit Empire come?"

An adjutant asked.

Xu Shaoyang smiled.

"meeting.

Today is their Lunar New Year's Day, and they are celebrating the New Year.

They'll be very angry if we come.

The adjutant was somewhat uneasy.

"Then we..."

Xu Shaoyang looked at him.

"We'll wait here."

"Wait until they get here, then see how angry they are."

Qian Renxue landed above the coastline, a golden holy sword in her hand, her nine spirit rings pulsating up and down, the ninth golden spirit ring shining like another sun in the morning light.

Her gaze fell on Xu Shaoyang, very calm, as calm as if she were looking at a dead man.

Xu Shaoyang looked up at her, his smile widening.

"You are the Empress of the Spirit Empire? Qian Renxue? I heard you are the successor of the Angel God? You seem to be nothing special."

Qian Renxue did not answer.

Ling Feng landed beside her, his black clothes fluttering in the wind.

Jin Chen landed on the other side, holding the Trident of Poseidon, its golden light illuminating the entire coastline.

Dugu Yan, Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan stood in a row, their auras sharp and their killing intent palpable.

Xu Shaoyang's smile faded slightly; he could feel the invisible pressure emanating from him.

But he still smiled.

"I am truly flattered by the large number of people who have come to welcome me."

"However—" He glanced at Ling Feng, "you're the Holy Son of the Martial Soul Empire? The Ancient Ling Feng? I've heard you're very strong; today's the perfect opportunity to see for myself."

He raised his hand, and the fire of the sun condensed in his palm, transforming into a golden longsword.

"Come on, let's exchange a few moves."

Ling Feng looked at him without saying a word.

He raised his right hand, and the right arm bone of the Crimson Flame Dragon God shone.

Crimson flames condensed on his fist, the temperature so high that it distorted the air; the sea breeze evaporated before it even got close.

Xu Shaoyang's smile froze.

He sensed that power, a terrifying power far exceeding level ninety-two, which even made him feel a suffocating sense of oppression.

He instinctively raised his golden longsword, ignited the fire of the sun, and slashed at Ling Feng.

The golden sword light tore through the air, carrying intense heat, and aimed straight for Ling Feng's face.

Ling Feng moved.

With a single punch, crimson flames erupted from his fist, transforming into a fire dragon that clashed head-on with the golden sword light.

boom!

A deafening roar shook the heavens, the golden sword light shattered, and the fire dragon, its momentum undiminished, crashed into Xu Shaoyang.

Xu Shaoyang was sent flying backwards, sword and all, tumbling several times in the air before crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out blood, his golden armor covered in cracks.

The entire room fell silent.

Three thousand soul masters from the Sun Moon Continent stood frozen in place, their soul tools raised, but none dared to fire.

Ling Feng lowered his fist and looked at Xu Shaoyang on the ground.

"On the first day of the Lunar New Year, instead of celebrating at home, you come here to die. What's the point?"

Xu Shaoyang struggled to his feet, covered in blood, his right arm hanging limply at his side, and a deep burn mark on his chest.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but before he could utter a word, he spat out another mouthful of blood.

Jin Chen carried the Trident of Poseidon, walked up to Xu Shaoyang, and looked down at him.

"Are you guys from the Sun and Moon Continent sick? Instead of eating dumplings at home during the New Year, you come here looking for a beating? Do you want to get beaten up?"

Xu Shaoyang looked at him, then at Qian Renxue, then at Ling Feng, opened his mouth, and finally only said one sentence: "I... I just came to scout ahead."

Jin Chen smiled.

"Scouting the way? Scouting the way with three thousand men? You call that scouting the way?"

Xu Shaoyang remained silent.

Qian Renxue walked up to Xu Shaoyang and looked down at him.

"The Sun and Moon Continent wants to start a war?"

Xu Shaoyang looked at her.

“My father… is already assembling a large army.”

"Your Spirit Empire can't stop them."

Qian Renxue looked at him.

"is it?"

She drew her holy sword, its tip pointing at Xu Shaoyang.

“Go back and tell your father, the Martial Soul Empire, to wait for him.”

Xu Shaoyang looked at her, then at the holy sword in her hand, and fell silent.

Jin Chen squatted down and patted Xu Shaoyang's face.

“Hey, go back and tell your emperor that next time he comes, he should bring more people.”

Three thousand men? That's not even enough to fill a gap in our teeth.

Xu Shaoyang gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Qian Renxue sheathed her holy sword, turned around, and looked at the ships that were still landing on the Sun and Moon Continent.

Her voice carried far in the morning light.

"Pass down the order: the coastal defense of Haifeng City is to enter a state of war."

All vessels are prohibited from leaving port.

All Soul Masters, assemble and await orders.

She paused, then said, "Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, and I don't want to kill anyone."

But anyone who dares to take another step forward will be killed without mercy.

No one moved.

The Soul Masters of the Sun and Moon Continent stood still, holding their Soul Guidance Devices aloft, but none dared to fire them.

They looked at Xu Shaoyang, at the severely injured crown prince, their hearts filled with fear.

Qian Renxue turned around and soared into the air.

Ling Feng followed behind her, followed by Jin Chen, Dugu Yan, Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan.

Seven streaks of light streaked across the sky and disappeared into the morning light.

Xu Shaoyang sat on the beach, covered in blood, watching the streaks of light disappear into the horizon, remaining silent for a long time.

He turned around and looked at the three thousand Soul Masters behind him.

"withdraw."

Along the coastline of Sea Breeze City, three thousand Soul Masters from the Sun Moon Continent retreated back to their ships like the receding tide.

No one spoke, no one turned around.

Martial Soul Capital, Hall of Worship.

Zhu Zhuqing stood on the steps, gazing at the distant sky, holding the silver hairpin Ning Rongrong had given her in her hand, her fingernails digging into her palm.

She saw seven streaks of light appear on the horizon, and her heart suddenly raced.

A stream of light fell on the plaza in front of the temple, and seven figures emerged from the light. Qian Renxue walked at the front, her white robes fluttering in the morning breeze, her holy sword hanging at her waist, her aura steady.

Ling Feng followed behind, dressed in black, with his dragon-patterned staff slung diagonally behind him.

Jin Chen walked at the very back, carrying the Trident of Poseidon, his face still showing the excitement of having just finished the battle.

Ning Rongrong rushed over.

"Brother Jin Chen! You won?"

Jin Chen grinned.

"We won! That prince was knocked down by the boss with just one punch!"

Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up.

"Really? One punch?"

Jin Chen nodded.

"One punch! Boss didn't even use his soul skill!"

Ning Rongrong looked at Ling Feng.

"Brother Holy Son, you're amazing!"

Ling Feng remained silent.

Qian Renxue walked up to Zhu Zhuqing and looked at her.

"You did a good job guarding it."