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

"woke up?"

Qian Renxue responded softly, her voice hoarse.

"Are we... still in the lower realm?"

Ling Feng nodded.

"Ok.

He fell down.

Qian Renxue remained silent for a moment.

"The Asura God didn't chase after us?"

Ling Feng shook his head.

"No.

I don't know why they didn't pursue it.

They rested for another day and regained some strength.

Qian Renxue's injuries were less severe than Ling Feng's, and she stood up to stretch her limbs.

Her holy sword still had a few cracks, but it was still usable.

She sheathed her sword, walked back, and knelt down in front of Ling Feng.

"Can we walk?"

Ling Feng tried to stand up, staggered a bit, but managed to stay steady.

"can."

Qian Renxue didn't say much, but reached out and let him put his arm around her shoulder.

The two of them limped along towards the city that was faintly visible in the distance.

After walking for almost a day, they finally saw the outline of Wuhun Capital in the evening.

A man named Jin Chen stood in front of the offering hall. He stood with his back straight and his gaze fixed on their direction. His trident of the sea god was placed at his feet.

"Boss, Sister Xue'er."

His voice was a little hoarse.

“You’re back.”

Ling Feng looked at him.

"Ok.

"I'm back."

Jin Chen remained silent for a moment.

"Lost?"

Ling Feng nodded.

"We lost."

Jin Chen didn't ask any more questions. He walked over, took Ling Feng's other arm, and supported him.

Let's go.

Let's go back and talk about it later.

Grandpa Qian is waiting for you.

Inside the main hall, Qian Daoliu sat in the main seat, with a pot of tea in front of him.

The moment he saw him walk in, his gaze lingered on him for a moment before shifting away, glancing at Qian Renxue, before he slowly spoke.

"How badly are you injured?"

Ling Feng sat down in the chair.

"It's not light."

But they won't die.

Qian Daoliu nodded.

"That's good.

Heal his injuries first.

We'll talk about other things after I've recovered.

He didn't ask them how they lost, how strong the Asura God was, or what they planned to do next.

He just told them to get some rest.

Zhu Zhuqing brought in the medicinal soup, which was still steaming hot and the rim of the bowl was scalding hot.

She carefully placed the bowl in front of Ling Feng, stood aside, and didn't say anything.

Ling Feng glanced at her.

"Thank you."

Her eyes reddened slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she only replied softly, "You're welcome."

Then she turned around and walked out quickly.

After drinking his medicine, Ling Feng leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

He didn't know why the Asura God wasn't chasing after him, nor did he know whether he would be able to catch his sword the next time the Asura God came.

But he knew that as long as he was alive, he would not give up.

He will definitely go to the God Realm again, he will definitely go to the Asura God Realm again, and he will definitely stand in front of the Asura God again.

But next time, he won't lose.

Ling Feng spent seven whole days recuperating from his injuries in the Martial Soul Palace.

His body recovered faster than expected. On the sixth day, he felt that the broken meridians had been reconnected and the shattered bones had healed.

He stood in the training ground behind the offering hall, trying to circulate his soul power.

The soul power is still there, although it is weaker than before, but it is still there.

He clenched his fist, and a faint force surged from his palm.

He's still alive and can fight again.

Qian Renxue walked over and stood beside him.

Chapter 285 Rematch

Her injuries had mostly healed, and the Holy Sword had been repaired. The cracks on the sword had been filled with refined gold by the best craftsmen of the Spirit Hall, but traces were still visible.

She looked at Ling Feng.

Why didn't the Asura God pursue them?

Ling Feng remained silent for a moment.

"do not know."

Qian Renxue looked at him.

"Perhaps he's waiting too."

Ling Feng looked at her.

"When he's ready."

Qian Renxue remained silent.

Inside the main hall, Qian Daoliu sat in the main seat, holding a cup of tea in his hand.

The tea was cold, so he didn't drink it.

Ling Feng and Qian Renxue stood in front of him, both of them injured, but in good spirits.

Qian Daoliu looked at them.

What are you planning to do?

Ling Feng thought for a moment.

"Become stronger."

Then go again.

Qian Daoliu looked at him.

"Get stronger? How do I get stronger?"

Ling Feng remained silent for a moment.

"have no idea.

But there's always a way.

Qian Daoliu remained silent for a moment.

"Go find the Silver Dragon King."

She's lived so long; perhaps she knows things you don't.

In the early morning of the Starry Sky Forest, the fog was thick, and the sunlight was blocked by the tree canopy.

Ling Feng and Qian Renxue walked on a familiar road.

Di Tian stood on the shore of the Lake of Life, his golden vertical pupils looking them over as he examined their injuries. Then he said, "You lost to the God of Asura."

Ling Feng nodded.

"We lost."

Di Tian remained silent for a moment.