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

She paused, as if checking her own internal state, and then said, "Your era should end."

The Asura God smiled, but the smile didn't seem like anger; it was more like the excitement of finally having an opponent appear.

He raised his longsword, the crimson light on its blade flowing along the edge and converging at the tip, before unleashing the strike at Gu Yuena.

The sword energy tore through the sky of the Asura God Realm.

The crimson sword light, like a giant scythe, fell towards Gu Yuena's head.

Gu Yuena did not retreat. She raised her right hand, and a ball of silver-white light appeared in her palm. The light expanded the moment the sword light fell, like a shield. The sword light crashed into the shield, making a deafening roar. The ground cracked again, and the cracks spread outward from the ground at her feet, like a withered tree that was growing.

Gu Yuena remained motionless, her gaze still fixed on the God of Asura.

She took a step forward, a small step, but in that instant the ground seemed to be flattened again.

She raised her left hand, and another ball of silvery-white light was gathering, as if she were drawing it from the surrounding divine power. The light grew brighter and brighter, as if a new source of light was being born in her palm.

When she unleashed that ball of light, she didn't use any complicated techniques; she simply pushed it, like someone pushing open a heavy door.

But after the ball of light left his hand, it rapidly expanded, transforming into a giant silver-white dragon, as if awakening from an ancient hibernation. Its wings spread, its tail swung, and it crashed straight into the Asura God.

Chapter 318 Asura VS Silver Dragon

Asura God raised his sword to parry, and the silver dragon crashed into the sword with a muffled thud. He was knocked back a few steps, leaving two deep marks on the rocky ground with his feet.

After he regained his footing, he looked down at his sword and saw a small crack on the blade.

He raised his head and looked at Gu Yuena: "You are stronger than I imagined."

Gu Yuena did not answer, nor did she stop. She began to walk step by step toward the Asura God, as if she had walked a long way and finally seen the finish line, and had no intention of stopping.

With each step she took, her breathing became heavier; she walked steadily, each step landing firmly on her feet.

The entire realm of gods was watching that battle.

The gods who had long been hiding in their respective domains opened their senses and could feel that the two clashing auras were growing stronger and stronger, like two longswords being repeatedly forged, each collision leaving new marks on each other.

That battle lasted a very long time, so long that the sky over the Asura God Realm changed from deep red to dark purple, and then from dark purple to grayish white.

When the Asura God was repelled by the Silver Dragon's final blow, his sword was broken. He knelt on one knee, like a felled tree, lying at his own doorstep.

Gu Yuena stood in front of him, looking down at him, like someone who had walked a long way and finally reached the end, confirming that she had indeed completed the journey.

The Asura God looked up at her and said, "You've won."

Gu Yuena did not answer.

She turned and walked back the way she came, without looking back.

The Asura God's sword broke.

The blood-red sword split in two, the upper half spinning and flying out, embedding itself in a distant rock, while the lower half remained in the Asura God's hand, the broken edge jagged and glowing with a dark red light.

He knelt on one knee, a thin line of blood dripping down his chin from the corner of his mouth.

He didn't stand up immediately, but remained in that position for a while, as if to confirm how much power he still had to draw upon.

Gu Yuena stood in front of him, her long silver hair flowing backward in the air currents.

Her breathing was weaker than before, and there was a wound on the back of her right hand that was slowly healing.

The wound wasn't deep, but it was healing more slowly than usual, as if it was being hindered by some residual force.

Her breathing was a little heavier than before, but she stood very straight, her gaze never leaving the face of the Asura God.

She could feel the force of her final blow—when the silver dragon formed from the power of the Dragon God pierced through the Asura God's defenses, the barrier she had struck multiple times finally shattered.

She could sense that cracks were appearing on the Asura God's throne, like a stone slab struck by a heavy hammer, with cracks spreading from the center to the edges, as fine as a spider web.

With the divine position shattered, the foundation of this realm was shaken.

The crimson clouds that supported the Asura God Realm began to thin, and the murderous aura that had lingered around the palace for years was dissipating, like ashes blown away by the wind.

The ground was shaking, not from her attack, but from the shattering of the divine position itself, like the load-bearing pillars supporting the entire building breaking one by one.

The Asura God raised his head, and he could feel his power draining away, being drawn from his body.

The source within him was disintegrating, like a punctured water bag, with water slowly seeping out.

Then he moved.

Just when everyone thought he couldn't stand up anymore, he stood up, his right hand gripping his broken sword, which was now only half intact. He swayed for a moment, but quickly regained his balance.

He raised the broken sword; the remaining light on the blade was dimming, like a torch about to go out.

He took a step toward Gu Yuena, and the speed of his sword strike was beyond what someone losing strength could achieve.

When the broken sword sliced ​​through the air, there was no light on the blade, only an extremely thin arc, like the trajectory left by a thread stretched to its limit that finally snapped.

Gu Yuena dodged to the side, but her movements were a beat slower than before. The wounds were draining her strength, and a new wound was left when the blade grazed her left arm.

She took a half step back to regain her balance, raised her hand and struck out with a palm. Silvery-white light surged from her palm and struck the Asura God's chest.

The Asura God was pushed back a few steps by her palm, but he did not fall. After regaining his balance, he took a step forward.

He saw that the Asura God's throne had shattered more than half of its original shape, and he could feel that the foundation supporting his existence was collapsing, but he was still standing.

Gu Yuena did not continue her attack.

She stood a few steps away, watching him, as if waiting for his next move.

The Asura God also stopped. He looked down at his hand holding the sword, his fingers trembling slightly.

He looked up at her, as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately said nothing.

His gaze lingered on her for a moment, then he turned around and took a few steps toward the palace, his figure appearing blurry and distant in the dissipating blood-red clouds.

As he reached the bottom of the steps, he bent his knee and used the broken sword in his hand to brace himself against the ground before regaining his balance. He then continued forward, disappearing into the shadows deep within the palace, without looking back.

Gu Yuena stood still and did not pursue them further.

She could feel the aura of the Asura God weakening, and that source was continuing to dissipate, but she could also feel her own aura weakening, and the wounds were consuming her strength, as if she were being hollowed out.

She felt the power within her body slowly settling, the scattered energy regrouping, but it would take time.

She stood there for a while, confirming that the Asura God had no intention of turning back, then she turned around and walked back the way she came.

She took a few steps, her legs bending slightly as if she had stepped on some uneven ground.

But she quickly regained her footing and continued walking forward without stopping.

When Ling Feng and Qian Renxue followed the light, they saw Gu Yuena walking step by step among the dissipating clouds.

Her steps were steady, without stopping or hesitating.

Qian Renxue said, "You win."

Gu Yuena didn't stop or turn her head to look at her; she simply said, "He lost, but I didn't win either."

She continued walking forward, and the fading light slowly closed behind her, burying the path she had walked once more.

The palace of the Asura God is collapsing.

The stone pillars that had supported them for countless years were beginning to crumble from the top. They weren't breaking apart, but rather turning from solid matter into light. Every brick and stone was dissipating, as if they had never existed.

The crimson runes were fading one by one, their edges curling up like withered leaves being burned from the edges, eventually turning into ashes and scattering in the air.

The sky over the Asura God Realm is slowly returning to its original color.

The blood-red clouds that had lingered year-round were thinning, each one slowly dispersing, its edges gleaming with a faint white light, as if being pierced by the light from above.

Chapter 319 Golden Dragon King

The cracks in the ground did not close, but no more light seeped out from them; they simply lay there quietly, like an old scar that was healing.

Gu Yuena walked back along the path she had come from, her steps still steady, but a little slower than when she came.

As she walked to the edge of the floating platform, she felt gazes fixed on her from different directions, like thin lines converging from all sides, falling on her before quickly moving away.

Those gazes held neither hostility nor obvious goodwill; they were more like a cautious observation.

The first to take action was the God of Destruction.

He stepped out of his divine realm and stood on a high platform in the void, hands behind his back, his gaze piercing through the dissipating clouds and landing in the direction of the Asura Divine Realm.

He didn't speak immediately, as if waiting for the aura to completely dissipate.

Once he was certain that the aura of the Asura God had completely dissipated, he said, "It's over."

The Goddess of Life appeared behind him, her long green hair swaying gently in the air currents, her eyes filled with a sense of relief: "His divine position is completely shattered and will never be restored."

The God of Destruction did not turn his head, but nodded.

He did not show obvious joy at the fall of the Asura God, but rather a sense of confirmation, as if he could finally put an end to a matter that had been hanging in the balance for many years.

He stood there for a while, then turned and walked back into his palace.

The God of Kindness emerged from the edge of his domain and stood on a floating gray stone slab.

He looked in the direction of the Asura God Realm for a while, as if trying to identify the dissipating aura and confirm whether it had truly disappeared.

After confirming, he didn't say much, just nodded slightly, turned around and walked back to his own area without saying another word, as if there was nothing more to say.

The god of evil sat at the edge of his domain, a black chess piece that was spinning in his hand.

She glanced in the direction of the Asura God Realm, her voice tinged with languor: "Finally, they've fallen. After putting on airs for so many years, they couldn't even say a proper closing remark. What a waste of their lives."

She tossed the chess piece up, caught it, stood up, stretched, and turned to walk back to her palace.

Poseidon, the god of the sea, stood at the edge of the sea god's domain, holding the newly formed trident in his hand, its tip slightly lowered.

He gazed in the direction of the Asura God Realm for a while, his eyes calm, as if he were confirming news he had been waiting for a long time.

After confirming, he said nothing, but simply turned and walked back to his own sea.

The other deities of the Divine Council withdrew their gazes, making no further moves or engaging in any further discussion.

It was as if the long-standing standoff had finally come to an end; everyone stood in their place for a while, and then turned around to do what they needed to do.

The battle was over, but its traces remained. The edge of the slowly closing rift still shone with a silvery-white light, casting a long shadow on the horizon of the divine realm.

Gu Yuena slept for three days deep in the Star Dou Great Forest.

The wound has healed, but the strength lost cannot be replenished in a day or two.