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

Below the clouds was a pitch-black palace, devoid of light, its edges blurred, like a remnant gnawed by eternal night. Only the intense killing intent could be smelled from afar.

Ling Feng landed at the edge of the Asura God Domain, his Ice and Fire Dragon Wings folded behind him.

Qian Renxue landed beside him, the Holy Sword in her hand, its golden light illuminating the surrounding blood-red clouds.

Inside the palace, the voice of the Asura God rang out, deep and slow, as if coming from a great distance, or as if rising from beneath his feet: "Eternal Soaring Wind."

You've arrived.

Ling Feng did not answer.

He raised his right hand, and the right arm bone of the Crimson Flame Dragon God glowed, with crimson flames condensing on his fist.

The Dark Holy Dragon's ninth spirit ring also lit up, with icy blue frost flowing between its left hands.

Behind him, the phantom of the Holy Dragon of Light appeared, its golden light intertwining with the phantom of the Holy Dragon of Darkness.

Qian Renxue raised the holy sword, and the phantom of a twelve-winged angel appeared behind her, blotting out the sky and the sun. Golden light intertwined with Ling Feng's flames.

Her aura was also rising, reaching level 100, the peak of level 100, as if she was about to break through some limit.

The Asura God emerged from the palace.

His blood-red hair flew wildly in the lightning, his face was as cold and stern as if carved by a knife, and his crimson eyes were filled with murderous intent.

He held a long sword in his hand, its entire body blood red, the blade covered with ancient runes, each rune resembling a solidified wound.

He stood in the void, looking at Ling Feng and Qian Renxue, and suddenly smiled.

"You two dare to challenge me?"

His voice was very soft, as if he were talking to a friend, but there was a condescending contempt in his laughter.

Ling Feng looked at him.

"It's not a challenge."

"It's to kill you."

The Asura God smiled.

"Kill me?"

He shook his head. "For so many years, no one has ever dared to say that."

The last person to say that was Qian Yuhan.

His gaze fell on Qian Renxue. "She is your ancestor, and she said the same thing."

Then she died, her divine consciousness severed by me, and she vanished into the divine realm.

Qian Renxue's fingers tightened around the holy sword.

Ling Feng didn't speak again; he moved.

The Panlong Staff swept out horizontally, and crimson flames surged from the staff, transforming into a huge fire dragon that pounced towards the Asura God.

Qian Renxue followed closely behind, her holy sword slashing down, the golden sword light like a bolt of lightning tearing through the blood-red clouds.

The Asura God did not retreat.

He raised his blood-red longsword and with a gentle swing, the blood-red sword light collided with the fire dragon and the golden sword light, and they were silently annihilated.

Ling Feng took a step back, and Qian Renxue also took a step back.

The Asura God remained completely still.

"not bad."

The Asura God's voice remained calm, "But it's not enough."

He raised his hand, crimson light gathering in his palm, and then pushed it out.

A crimson beam of light shot toward Ling Feng and Qian Renxue at an astonishing speed. The two dodged to the side at the same time, and the beam of light grazed past their bodies, leaving a scorching mark in the void.

Ling Feng did not pause.

He charged forward again, his Dragon Staff flying up and down, crimson flames and icy blue frost alternating, like ice and fire dancing a wild dance.

Qian Renxue attacked from the side, her holy sword piercing towards the waist of the Asura God like a meteor.

The two worked together seamlessly, as if they had rehearsed countless times.

The Asura God's brow twitched slightly.

He felt the pressure, not from Ling Feng, nor from Qian Renxue, but from the two of them combined.

He abandoned his arrogance, wielding his blood-red longsword with even greater ferocity, each strike leaving a tearing trail in the air.

Ling Feng was struck by a blood-red sword aura, and a long gash was slashed open in his chest, causing blood to splatter out.

Qian Renxue was also injured; her right arm was grazed by the sword energy, leaving a bloody mark on her fair skin.

But they didn't stop.

Ling Feng gritted his teeth, and the golden light on the Panlong Staff grew brighter and brighter.

Qian Renxue gripped the holy sword tightly, and the phantom of a twelve-winged angel coalesced behind her.

"Ninth Soul Skill, Angel's Descent!"

Golden light burst forth from her body, enveloping her entirely.

Her aura surged, reaching level 100, the peak of level 100.

A massive golden beam of light condensed on the holy sword and slashed towards the Asura God.

Chapter 284 Recovering from Injuries

The Asura God is finally getting serious.

He raised his blood-red longsword, and a blood-red beam of light surged from the sword, colliding head-on with the golden beam of light.

boom!

The deafening roar shook the heavens, and the entire Asura God Realm trembled.

Qian Renxue was blasted away, but Ling Feng caught her. Both of them staggered back several steps, blood trickling from the corners of their mouths.

The Asura God stood in the void, his crimson eyes looking at them, and remained silent for a moment.

"You are stronger than I imagined."

His voice was soft, “But it’s only strong.”

His gaze fell on Ling Feng, "Ling Feng, you have done very well."

But the path to godhood is never paved overnight.

Ling Feng looked up at him but did not answer.

He gripped the dragon-patterned staff tightly, and then he moved.

This time, he was faster, more ruthless, and more decisive, as if he had concentrated all his strength into this one strike.

Qian Renxue also moved, her holy sword piercing out like a meteor, merging with Ling Feng's attack.

Two beams of light, one gold and one black, like two giant dragons, rushed towards the Asura God.

The Asura God looked at them and raised his blood-red longsword.

A crimson light surged from the sword, colliding with the two giant dragons, shattering the void and causing the divine realm to tremble.

Ling Feng and Qian Renxue were blasted away again, their bodies tracing an arc in the air before plummeting downwards, the golden light gradually fading away.

Their consciousness blurred as they fell, as if they were having a very long dream, a dream filled with light, wind, and voices calling their names.

In the last moment before they closed their eyes, Ling Feng saw the Asura God standing in the void, his blood-red hair flying in the wind, his crimson eyes looking at them, his face expressionless, without the joy of victory or the anger of defeat, only a complex feeling that was hard to describe.

"You've lost."

He heard the Asura God say, "But you have not lost to me."

You lost to yourselves.

Then his consciousness went dark.

When Ling Feng woke up, all he could hear was the sound of the wind.

The wind was strong, rushing into my ears, like someone blowing a horn from afar.

He opened his eyes to a gray sky with low, heavy clouds that seemed ready to collapse at any moment.

He lay on the grass, which was soft and smelled of damp earth. All around him was a desolate wilderness, with no sign of human habitation.

He tried to move his fingers, and a sharp pain shot through his fingertips, spreading all the way to his shoulder, as if something had taken root and sprouted in his bones.

He struggled to sit up and found himself covered in injuries.

His robes were mostly torn, and the exposed skin was covered with bloodstains and bruises. The wound on his left arm was still bleeding, and he could barely put any weight on his right leg.

He looked around and saw Qian Renxue lying not far from him, her eyes closed, her long golden hair scattered messily on the grass, and the Holy Sword stuck in the ground beside her, its blade covered with cracks, as if it would shatter at any moment.

He supported himself and slowly moved over, kneeling beside her and reaching out to check her breath.

She was still breathing, though weak, but relatively steadily.

He breathed a sigh of relief and whispered her name: "Xiaoxue".

She did not answer.

He dared not touch her again, and could only sit beside her, enduring the pain all over his body, and wait.

He didn't know where he was, but he could sense the faint fluctuations of soul power in the air, which seemed to be in the direction of the Martial Soul Capital.

They were knocked down to the lower realm; they were neither completely annihilated nor completely destroyed.

He closed his eyes and regulated his soul power.

The soul power was still there, but it was as weak as a lamp that could be blown out by the wind at any moment.

When Qian Renxue woke up, it was already the next morning.

She opened her eyes and saw Ling Feng sitting beside her, looking tired but with relatively clear eyes.

Ling Feng looked at her.