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

"Boss, they've finally arrived."

Ling Feng nodded.

"Ah."

Golden Crocodile Douluo walked up from the city wall, his golden armor gleaming in the morning light, his nine purple spirit rings pulsating up and down, his aura as a level 100 peerless Douluo was like a mountain pressing down on the entire city wall.

He stood beside Ling Feng, looking at the fleet in the distance, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"It's good that you're here."

I've been waiting for them for a year.

Qianjun Douluo and Jiangmo Douluo also walked onto the city wall. The two stood side by side, their appearances were ninety percent similar, and their auras were completely integrated.

With their dragon-coiled staffs in hand, nine purple spirit rings pulsed rhythmically, and the pressure of a level 100 peerless Douluo was released without reservation.

They gazed into the distance without speaking, but their eyes said it all.

Dugu Yan, Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan stood on the city wall. Although their soul power was not as strong as that of the worshippers, their fighting spirit was in no way weak.

Ning Rongrong stood at the back, the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda spinning in her palm, its seven-colored light illuminating her small face, ready to heal and buff at any moment.

Zhu Zhuqing stood on the city wall, holding a short sword in her hand, the phantom of the Netherworld Cat appearing and disappearing behind her.

Her fingers were trembling slightly, not from fear, but from excitement.

She waited a whole year, and this day finally came.

On the sea, the fleet from the Sun and Moon Continent was getting closer and closer.

At the very front was a huge flagship, its hull painted with sun and moon patterns, which stood out prominently in the morning light.

On the flagship's deck stood a blond, middle-aged man, dressed in a golden dragon robe and wearing a crown, with a dignified expression.

Xu Tianxing, Emperor of the Sun Moon Continent, a level 95 Title Douluo, Martial Soul: Sun.

Standing beside him was a blond youth, Xu Shaoyang, his son, a level 92 Title Douluo with the Martial Soul Sun.

Behind them was a densely packed army of Soul Masters, clad in golden armor, wielding Soul Guidance Devices, their ranks perfectly aligned, exuding a murderous aura.

Xu Tianxing looked at the city walls of Haifeng City in the distance, and at the soul masters, soldiers, and soul-guided cannons on the walls.

His gaze fell on Ling Feng, paused for a moment, then fell on Jin Chen, paused again, and then fell on Golden Crocodile Douluo, lingering there for even longer.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"The Martial Soul Empire seems to be well prepared."

Xu Shaoyang stood beside him, his face still bearing the scars from the last time. When his gaze fell on Ling Feng, it turned somewhat gloomy.

"Father, that Qian Gu Ling Feng is very strong."

Xu Tianxing looked at him.

"Are you scared of him?"

Xu Shaoyang lowered his head.

"Your subject is not afraid."

Your Majesty, I am merely reminding you not to underestimate the enemy.

Xu Tianxing smiled.

"I never underestimate my enemy."

But I will not be intimidated by a mere brat.

"Pass down the order to prepare for landing."

The fleet from the Sun and Moon Continent began to change formation, and landing craft were launched from the large ships, carrying fully armed Soul Masters and rushing towards the coastline.

The sea was covered with countless small boats, like ants carrying food or locusts crossing the sea.

On the coastline, the Soul Guidance Cannons of the Spirit Empire are ready.

Craftsman Wu stood behind the artillery position, holding a small red flag in his hand.

He watched the landing craft get closer and closer, then suddenly waved the red flag in his hand.

"fire!"

Hundreds of soul-guided cannons fired simultaneously.

The cannons spewed out dazzling flames as the soul-guided shells streaked across the sky, leaving long trails of flame as they landed between the landing craft.

boom!

The deafening roar sent plumes of water flying across the sea. Several landing craft were hit directly and blasted into pieces, with fragments and limbs flying into the air before falling back into the sea.

The seawater was dyed red.

More landing craft rushed ashore, and the Soul Masters of the Sun Moon Continent jumped into waist-deep water, braving the artillery fire as they charged toward the coastline.

The soul-guided devices in their hands began to glow, and beams of soul-guided light shot towards the defensive fortifications on the coast, blasting open craters.

Golden Crocodile Douluo stood on the city wall, looking at the Soul Masters rushing up, and sneered.

"A trivial skill."

He raised his hand and struck out with his palm.

Golden wind surged from his palm, transforming into a gigantic golden dragon crocodile that charged toward the coastline.

Wherever the golden dragon crocodile passed, the Soul Masters were crushed like paper, screaming in agony.

With just one palm strike, Golden Crocodile Douluo cleared hundreds of meters of coastline.

Thousand-Pound Douluo and Demon-Slaying Douluo also made their move.

The two men swept their dragon-coiled staffs horizontally at the same time, and the two black staff winds intertwined, turning into a huge black tornado that swept towards the landing troops on the Sun and Moon Continent.

Wherever the tornado passed, the Soul Masters were swept into the air and then crashed to the ground, resulting in countless deaths and injuries.

Xu Tianxing stood on the flagship, looking at the dead and wounded Soul Masters, and the smile on his face disappeared.

He turned to look at an old man beside him.

"Guardian Master, it's your turn."

The old man was dressed in a black robe, his face was withered, he held a cane with a snake's head in his hand, and his eyes were as cold as a venomous snake.

He is the guardian mage of the Sun Moon Continent, a level 93 titled Douluo, and his martial soul is the Shadow Viper.

Chapter 272 Guardian Douluo

He nodded, took off from the flagship, and transformed into a black shadow, flying towards the coastline.

A cloud of dark green mist appeared in his hand, spreading through the air and transforming into countless venomous snakes that lunged towards the defensive fortifications of the Martial Soul Empire.

Golden Crocodile Douluo looked at the venomous snakes, his brow twitching slightly.

"Poison type? Hmph."

He raised his hand and struck out with his palm again.

The golden palm strike collided with the dark green mist, unleashing a deafening roar.

The venomous snake was shattered by the palm strike, turning into specks of green light that dissipated.

The Dharma Master Protector let out a muffled groan, staggered back several steps, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

His eyes were filled with shock.

"Level 99... no, level 100..."

Xu Tianxing's expression finally changed.

He hadn't expected that the Martial Soul Empire's enshrined figures had already broken through to level 100.

A level 100 peerless Douluo is at the level of a god, beyond the comprehension of mortals.

He was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Pass down the order to stop logging in."

The entire army retreated ten li (approximately 5 kilometers).

The fleet from the Sun and Moon Continent began to slowly retreat.

The landing craft carried the surviving Soul Masters back to the large ship. Broken ship planks and floating corpses were scattered on the sea surface, a truly gruesome sight.

On the city walls of the Martial Soul Empire, soldiers erupted in deafening cheers.

Jin Chen, carrying the Trident of Poseidon, grinned.

"They're already running away? We haven't had enough fun yet!"

Ling Feng looked at the retreating fleet in the distance without saying a word.

He knew this was just the beginning.

The Sun and Moon Continent will not give up easily; they are merely testing the waters and waiting for the next opportunity.

As night falls, the lights of Sea Breeze City gradually illuminate the city.

Ling Feng stood on the city wall, looking at the sea in the distance.

On the sea, the fleet of the Sun and Moon Continent retreated ten miles away, brightly lit, as if they were discussing something.

Zhu Zhuqing carried a bowl of hot soup and walked to his side.

"Holy Son, have a bowl of soup."

Ling Feng took the soup and took a sip.

The soup was still piping hot and still smelled delicious, but he couldn't taste it.

"Holy Son, what are you thinking about?"

Zhu Zhuqing asked.

Ling Feng remained silent for a moment.

"I'm wondering when they'll come back."

Zhu Zhuqing looked at him.