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

The city wall trembled, and rubble flew everywhere.

The soldiers were blown away, their screams drowned out by the sound of artillery fire.

Ling Feng stood on the city wall, his ice and fire dragon wings unfurled behind him, the left wing ice blue and the right wing crimson.

He didn't rush out immediately; he waited, waiting for Xu Shaoyang to reveal a weakness.

Xu Shaoyang stood on the flagship, holding a golden longsword in his hand, with the fire of the sun burning on the blade.

His strength had improved considerably compared to half a year ago, reaching the level of a level 93 Title Douluo, but Ling Feng could sense his inner unease and anger; his sword was trembling.

He didn't know what Xu Shaoyang was afraid of, but he knew he needed to seize this opportunity and finish the job quickly.

Ling Feng unfurled his Ice and Fire Dragon Wings, soared into the air, and transformed into a streak of light as he rushed toward the flagship.

With the Panlong Staff in hand, the ninth soul ring of the Dark Holy Dragon lit up. The Dark Ice of the Frost Dragon God, an icy blue aura of ice, surged from the Panlong Staff, transforming into a giant ice dragon that pounced towards Xu Shaoyang.

Xu Shaoyang raised his sword to parry, and the ice dragon crashed into the golden sword, unleashing a deafening roar. He staggered back several steps, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

The Guardian Master made his move, swinging his snake-headed staff. The dark green poisonous mist transformed into a giant venomous snake, lunging towards Ling Feng.

Ling Feng did not retreat. The first soul ring of the Holy Light Dragon lit up, and the Light Flame of the Crimson Flame Dragon God surged from the Panlong Staff, transforming into a golden fire dragon that clashed head-on with the poisonous snake.

The golden fire dragon passed through the venomous snake's body, burning the poisonous mist into nothingness, and its remaining force crashed into the guardian mage.

The Dharma Master who protected the nation screamed and was sent flying backward, crashing through the mast of the flagship and falling onto the deck, his body charred black, his fate unknown.

Xu Shaoyang watched as the Guardian Master fell, his eyes filled with fear.

His hand holding the golden longsword trembled as he watched Ling Feng approach step by step.

"You...you're a level 100..."

Ling Feng looked at him.

"You lost."

Xu Shaoyang closed his eyes, and the sword slipped from his hand.

Ling Feng did not kill him.

He put away the Panlong Staff and looked at Xu Shaoyang.

"Take your men back and tell Xu Tianxing that they should never come to the Sun Moon Continent again."

Xu Shaoyang opened his eyes, looked at him, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Why don't you kill me?

Ling Feng looked at him.

"Kill you, and the Sun and Moon Continent will return."

"Keeping you around will at least give them some pause for thought."

Ling Feng turned around, unfurled his Ice and Fire Dragon Wings, and flew back to the city walls of Sea Breeze City.

Behind them, the fleet of the Sun and Moon Continent began to retreat, and the ship shadows on the sea quickly disappeared into the darkness, leaving only the sunken wreckage and floating corpses.

On the walls of Sea Breeze City, the soldiers erupted in thunderous cheers once again.

Jin Chen, carrying the Trident of Poseidon, ran to Ling Feng's side.

"Boss, why don't you kill that Xu Shaoyang?"

Ling Feng looked at him.

“If we kill him, the Sun and Moon Continent will send someone else to fight.”

"Keep him around; they'll at least be in chaos for a while."

Jin Chen scratched his head.

Will they come back again?

Ling Feng looked at the sea in the distance.

"have no idea.

But when they come back, we fight again.

As night deepened, the lights of Haifeng City began to illuminate the city one by one.

Ling Feng stood on the city wall, looking at the distant sea, a feeling he couldn't quite describe welled up inside him.

Xu Shaoyang is gone, the fate of the Guardian Master is unknown, and the fleet of the Sun and Moon Continent has retreated again.

But Ling Feng knew they would come again.

As long as the Sun and Moon Continent exists, the war will not end.

But he wasn't afraid.

As long as they are still around, they will definitely win.

He turned around and walked down the city wall.

Below the city gate, soldiers were cleaning up the battlefield, and the cooks were preparing porridge.

Qian Renxue stood below the city wall, looking at him.

"Are you injured?"

Ling Feng shook his head.

"No."

Qian Renxue looked at him.

"You have blood on you."

Ling Feng looked down and saw that his robes were indeed stained with blood, but he didn't know whose it was.

He didn't speak.

Qian Renxue sighed.

"You always say you're fine."

She stepped forward, took out a handkerchief from her bosom, and gently and carefully wiped the blood from his face.

Ling Feng looked at her without saying a word.

Sea Breeze City has returned to peace.

The fleet from the Sun and Moon Continent never reappeared, as if it had vanished completely.

Ling Feng knew they wouldn't give up easily, but he also knew they were terrified.

He'll fight them as long as they dare to come.

During the darkest hours before dawn, the lights of Sea Breeze City swayed in the morning breeze, as if the entire city was breathing softly.

Broken ship planks and countless floating corpses drifted on the sea, rising and falling with the dark red waves, gleaming eerily in the moonlight.

The air was filled with the smells of gunpowder, the sea, and blood, all mixed together creating an indescribable bitterness.

Chapter 279 is nearing its end.

On the city wall, soldiers are clearing the battlefield.

They used hooks to pull the floating corpses up, piled them in a makeshift pit at the foot of the city wall, poured kerosene on them, and set them on fire.

Flames shot into the sky, illuminating their numb faces.

No one spoke; only the crackling of the flames and the ashes blown by the wind drifting through the night sky.

Ling Feng stood on the city wall, looking at the firelight.

He had a new wound on his left shoulder, a cut from a fragment of a soul-guided cannon. It wasn't deep, but it was still bleeding.

He didn't bandage or treat them; he just stood there, watching the flames devour those who had once been alive.

He recalled their expressions before they died—some were terrified, some were ferocious, and some were bewildered.

He remembered the soul tools in their hands, and the burned sails.

He recalled the fear in Xu Shaoyang's eyes when he fell, and the fleeting weariness in his heart when he turned to leave.

This war has been going on for far too long.

But he knew this was not the end.

Jin Chen walked up from the city gate, carrying two bowls of hot porridge. His hair was messy and his face was covered in grime.

"Boss, have a bowl of porridge. It's almost dawn."

He handed the bowl to Ling Feng, who took it and took a sip.

The porridge was so hot it made his tongue numb, but he didn't stop. He finished it in one gulp, then handed the bowl back to Jin Chen. Jin Chen took the bowl, stood beside him, and looked at the distant sea.

"Boss, do you think the Sun Moon Continent will come back?"

Ling Feng thought for a moment.

"Yes. They won't give up."

Jin Chen remained silent for a moment.

"Then what do we do?"

Ling Feng looked at him.

"Keep waiting."

Jin Chen grinned.

"Okay. Then I'll keep waiting with you."

At daybreak, Wu, the craftsman, led several other craftsmen onto the city wall, holding a newly crafted soul tool component in his hand, his face full of excitement.

"Holy Son! Holy Son!" His voice was hoarse but couldn't contain his excitement. "We've figured it out! We've completely cracked the manufacturing process of the soul-guided cannons used on the Sun Moon Continent! As long as the materials are available, we can replicate a soul-guided cannon of equal power within a month!"

Ling Feng looked at him.

What materials are needed?