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

"If the Martial Soul Empire merges into the Sun Moon Empire, I will spare your life!"

Ling Feng looked at him, his gaze calm as still water.

"No surrender."

Xu Tianxing's face darkened.

"Then die."

With a wave of his hand, the army of Soul Masters behind him surged forward like a tide.

The sea was teeming with people, like a swarm of locusts or an approaching tsunami.

Ling Feng did not turn around.

"Jin Chen, take your men to the left wing."

Dugu Yan, go to the right wing.

Grandpa Golden Crocodile, I'm handing this over to you face to face.

He paused, then said, "Grandpa Qianjun, Grandpa Jiangmo, you are ready to support me at any time."

The crowd responded in unison, "Yes!"

Jin Chen, carrying the Trident of Poseidon, grinned.

"Boss, please don't die."

Without waiting for Ling Feng's reply, he soared into the air, transforming into a streak of blue light, and flew towards the left wing.

Dugu Yan, Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan followed behind him.

Golden Crocodile Douluo also moved, striking out with a palm, and the golden dragon crocodile once again pounced on the enemy formation.

Ling Feng unfurled his Ice and Fire Dragon Wings and soared into the sky.

He didn't go to the left wing, he didn't go to the right wing, he didn't go to the front.

He flew directly toward the flagship.

He had only one target—Xu Tianxing.

Xu Tianxing looked at him, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"You've got guts."

He raised his golden sword, and the sun's fire burned even more intensely on its blade.

"Then I will grant your wish."

Two figures collided in the night sky.

The dragon-shaped staff collided with the golden longsword, unleashing a deafening roar.

The entire sea was trembling.

Ling Feng took three steps back, while Xu Tianxing took half a step back.

"Level 100?"

A look of shock flashed in Xu Tianxing's eyes.

Ling Feng remained silent.

The first soul ring of the Holy Light Dragon lit up, and the Light Flame of the Crimson Flame Dragon God surged from the Coiling Dragon Staff, transforming into a huge golden fire dragon that pounced on Xu Tianxing.

Xu Tianxing raised his sword to parry, and the golden fire dragon crashed into the sword, unleashing a deafening roar.

He took a few steps back, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

His eyes were filled with shock.

When did you break through to level 100?

Ling Feng looked at him.

"just."

He wasn't lying.

In that instant, under the pressure of battle and on the brink of life and death, his bottleneck finally shattered.

Level 100, the pinnacle of Peerless Douluo, the threshold of the seventh trial of the God of Destruction.

He finally reached it.

Xu Tianxing's face turned extremely ugly.

"So what if you're level 100?"

"I will kill you today!"

He raised his longsword, and the fire of the sun condensed to its extreme, transforming into a golden pillar of light that blasted towards Ling Feng.

Ling Feng did not retreat.

The Dark Holy Dragon's ninth spirit ring lit up.

The Frost Dragon God's Dark Judgment unleashed an icy blue light from the Coiled Dragon Staff, transforming into an ice dragon that collided head-on with the golden pillar of light.

boom!

A deafening roar shook the heavens, the golden pillar of light shattered, and the ice dragon also shattered.

Both figures were sent flying backwards at the same time, tumbling several times in the air before landing in their respective positions.

Xu Tianxing was covered in blood, his golden dragon robe was torn, and his right arm hung limply at his side.

His eyes were filled with shock and resentment.

"you……"

Ling Feng looked at him calmly.

"You lost."

Xu Tianxing opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but before he could utter a word, he spat out another mouthful of blood.

His body swayed and he fell backward.

Xu Shaoyang rushed over and helped him up.

"Father!"

Xu Tianxing did not answer; he had already fallen unconscious.

The Dharma Master Huguo stood to one side, his face ashen.

He looked at Ling Feng, then at the unconscious Xu Tianxing, and finally gritted his teeth.

"withdraw."

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

This time, they withdrew faster than ever before.

The ship shadows on the sea quickly disappeared into the darkness, leaving only broken planks and floating corpses.

On the walls of Sea Breeze City, soldiers erupted in deafening cheers.

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

He was also injured; his left shoulder was slashed by the wind from the sword, and blood stained his robes.

But he did not fall.

Jin Chen flew in from afar and landed on the city wall.

"Boss, you're injured!"

Ling Feng looked at him.

"It's alright."

Jin Chen looked at him, her eyes slightly red.

"Boss, you're amazing."

Level 100.

Ling Feng looked at him.

"You'll be here soon too."

Jin Chen grinned.

Of course.

"I'm going to be the man who becomes the sea god!"

Qian Renxue rushed over from Wuhun Capital and landed on the city wall.

She looked at the wound on Ling Feng's shoulder without saying anything, but took out a handkerchief from her bosom and bandaged it for him.

Her movements were very light and careful.

"You're injured."

Qian Renxue's voice was very soft.

Ling Feng looked at her.

"It's alright."

Qian Renxue raised her head and looked at him.

“You always say it’s fine.”

Ling Feng remained silent.

Qian Renxue lowered her head and continued bandaging him.

The night breeze blew by, lifting the hem of their clothes.

On the city wall, torches flickered in the wind, casting their shadows.

In the distance, the sea had returned to calm, and the shadows of those ships had disappeared.