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

When Xu Shaoyang signed his name, put down the pen, and looked up at Ling Feng.

Ling Feng looked at him, picked up a pen, and wrote his name on the parchment.

After the treaty was signed, the hall remained quiet, as if even breathing was being deliberately slowed down.

Xu Shaoyang stood up, looked at Ling Feng, and said, "Ling Feng, on behalf of the Sun Moon Empire, thank you."

Ling Feng looked at him.

"You're welcome.

I just don't want any more people to die.

Xu Shaoyang remained silent for a moment, then turned around and strode out of the council hall.

His silhouette was stretched long in the morning light, as if he had laid down some heavy burden.

Ling Feng watched Xu Shaoyang walk out of the council hall until his figure disappeared into the morning light before turning his gaze away.

He looked down at the parchment on the table, at the two signatures and the sealing wax, and a strange, indescribable emotion welled up inside him.

The peace treaty was signed, the war was over, but he knew this was just the beginning.

Ling Feng walked out of the council hall, stood on the steps, and looked at the distant sky.

Qian Renxue followed him out and stood beside him. Following his gaze, she saw that the sky was very blue, as if it had been washed clean.

"it's over?"

Qianrenxue asked.

Ling Feng remained silent for a moment.

"Ok.

it's over."

Qian Renxue grasped his hand.

"Then let's go home."

Ling Feng looked at her without saying anything, but simply held her hand and walked down the steps.

Life in Sea Breeze City began to return to normal.

The soldiers who had stood on the city wall for nearly two years took off their armor, changed into civilian clothes, packed their belongings, and prepared to go home.

Some of them lived in Wuhun City, some in Xingluo City, and some in remote towns.

Before leaving, they stood on the city wall, looking at the distant sea, lost in thought. Then they turned around, walked down the wall, and went their separate ways.

Ling Feng was also preparing to leave. He stood on the city wall and took one last look at the sea.

The sea was calm, and a fishing boat slowly sailed by in the distance, its sails shimmering in the sunlight.

Jin Chen walked to his side, carrying the Trident of Poseidon.

"Boss, it's time to go."

Ling Feng nodded.

"Let's go."

He turned and walked down the city wall.

Behind them, the city gates of Sea Breeze City slowly closed with a dull thud.

The walls of Wuhun City came into view at dusk.

The setting sun bathed the entire city in gold, and banners bearing the symbols of angels and dragons fluttered in the wind atop the city walls.

The city lights lit up one after another, and from a distance, it looked like a golden-red mountain.

Jin Chen was the first to jump off his horse, hoisted the Trident of Poseidon onto his shoulder, and grinned.

"Finally back! I'd almost forgotten what martial spirits look like!"

Ning Rongrong rushed out of the city, through the crowd, and ran straight to Zhu Zhuqing.

"Sister Zhuqing! You're finally back!"

She jumped up and hugged Zhu Zhuqing tightly.

Zhu Zhuqing was pulled back half a step by her hug, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and she reached out to pat her back.

"Ok.

"I'm back."

On the steps of the offering hall, Qian Daoliu stood there.

He was dressed in a plain white robe, his white hair as white as snow. His gaze fell on Ling Feng for a long time before he spoke.

"came back?"

Ling Feng stepped forward and knelt on one knee.

"Grandpa Qian, I'm back."

Qian Daoliu helped him up.

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

On his first night back in Wuhun Capital, Ling Feng slept exceptionally well, as if he had shed all the fatigue of the past two years.

Qian Renxue stood at the door of his room, watching him sleep soundly on the bed. She didn't wake him, but after watching for a while, she quietly left.

The war is over.

Peaceful days have arrived.

The realm of gods, the realm of Asura gods.

The blood-red clouds churned more violently than ever before, like a boiling cauldron, with countless streaks of blood-red lightning flashing through them, striking the dark palace with deafening roars.

There was no light in the palace, only eternal blood and darkness. Even the attendants who served the Asura God year after year retreated outside the palace, trembling and not daring to approach.

The Asura God stood at the edge of the palace, his hands gripping the railing. His long, blood-red hair flew wildly in the lightning, his face was contorted, his veins bulged, and his crimson eyes were like two burning flames.

His gaze pierced through the barrier of the divine realm, falling upon the lower realm, upon the Martial Soul Capital, upon the Hall of Worship, and upon Ling Feng.

The boy was sitting on the steps of the offering hall, basking in the sun, with a faint smile on his face, as if enjoying some rare tranquility.

He won.

The Asura God's plan has completely failed.

The war on the Sun and Moon Continent ended peacefully. The Martial Soul Empire was not weakened; on the contrary, it became stronger and more united during the war.

Xu Tianxing died, Xu Shaoyang signed a peace treaty, and the Sun Moon Continent became a vassal state of the Martial Soul Empire.

His pawns—Tang Hao and Tang Chen—are dead, and Tang San is under house arrest in the Spirit Hall's secret chamber, doing nothing.

His entire plan was foiled.

"A Thousand Years of Soaring Wind!"

The voice of the Asura God was like an eternal thunderclap, resounding throughout the entire Asura God Realm, shaking the palace. The attendant gods, upon hearing his voice, were so frightened that they prostrated themselves on the ground, not daring to even breathe.

The God of Destruction stood at the edge of his palace, gazing in the direction of the Asura God Realm. His long purple hair fluttered in the lightning, and his purple eyes were filled with tranquility.

He didn't speak, he just watched quietly.

He knew that the Asura God needed to vent, and he also knew that after venting, he would definitely do something.

"Asura God, your opponent is me."

Chapter 281 (Final Chapter)

The God of Destruction's voice was soft, yet it pierced through layers of void and reached the ears of the God of Asura.

The Asura God suddenly turned his head, his crimson eyes fixed on the direction of the God of Destruction.

"God of Destruction!"

His voice was like a poisoned blade, every word carrying intense killing intent, "You think you've won? You think that Qian Gu Ling Feng can go all the way? You think you can protect him?"

The God of Destruction looked at him.

Whether I can protect him or not is none of your concern.

But you'd better remember, the realm of gods has its own rules.

The Asura God sneered.

"Rules? I am the rule!"

The God of Destruction remained silent.

He turned and walked back to his palace.

The Asura God stood at the edge of the palace, looking in the direction where the God of Destruction had disappeared, and remained silent for a long time.

His fingers tapped lightly on the railing twice, as if he were calculating something.

Then he turned around, walked back to the throne, sat down, and closed his eyes.

He was thinking, thinking about how to deal with the God of Destruction, how to deal with Qian Gu Ling Feng, how to deal with the Spirit Hall, and how to reverse his defeat.

He opened his eyes, a cold glint flashing within them.

"Since Douluo Continent won't work, let's try it in the God Realm."

His voice was soft, “God of Destruction, you cannot protect everyone.”

The realm of gods, the realm of destruction.

The God of Destruction sat on his throne, eyes closed, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrests.

The goddess of life stood beside him, her long green hair fluttering in the breeze, her eyes filled with worry.

"Are you really planning to go to war with the God of Asura?"

The God of Destruction opened his eyes.

"It's not that I want to fight, it's that he wants to fight."