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

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Some time ago, the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall retired and is now enjoying his old age. Ling Feng's father, Qian Gu Xiao Ye, has taken over the position of Grand Elder.

Two level 95 Title Douluos with super martial souls, one level 95 Title Douluo with a fairy herb martial soul, and one level 93 Title Douluo with agility-based attack.

With four people leading the team, capturing a 100,000-year-old soul beast in human form was incredibly easy.

In particular, Yue Guan and Gui Mei have a Martial Soul Fusion Skill, so even if a level 97 Title Douluo comes, the four of them can escape unscathed.

Yes, it was recovered.

Given the cooperation between the Spirit Hall and Di Tian, they naturally wouldn't want to kill the Blue Silver Emperor.

Di Tian's intention was the same: to capture the Blue Silver Emperor and deal with him personally.

Although the two sides have made initial progress in cooperation thanks to Ling Feng's involvement, they can maintain a common view on reproduction.

Cooperation is possible, but reckless actions are not.

Ling Feng had already foreseen the outcome: Tang Hao was seriously injured and fled with his bastard son.

After all, there was a Shura God watching from the shadows.

Perhaps this time, Qian Xunji will be able to return alive.

Before leaving, Qian Gu Xiao Ye took a moment to see Ling Feng.

"Little Feng, Dad will go catch a 100,000-year-old transformed soul beast for you."

Ling Feng nodded. Hopefully, there won't be any unexpected problems this time.

"Father, you must be careful. I'm about to break through to level 60, and I'll need your help to get a 100,000-year soul ring then."

"Don't worry, Dad is a level 95 Title Douluo and has a 100,000-year soul ring. Even a level 96 Title Douluo might not be able to defeat me, let alone a transformed soul beast."

Ling Feng nodded. It seemed that the creation of the Soul Spirit Technique needed to be put on the agenda.

"gone."

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Chapter 47 Encirclement and Suppression of Tang Hao, Asura God Makes His Move

Outside the Spirit Hall, Ling Feng watched his father's figure disappear into the distance, his gaze lingering for a long time.

"Xiao Feng, are you still worried?" Qian Daoliu appeared behind him at some point.

Ling Feng turned around and shook his head slightly: "Grandpa Qian, I was just wondering, will it really go smoothly this time?"

Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze deep: "Your father is now level 95. With the Dark Dragon Staff and a 100,000-year soul ring, plus his 10,000-year soul bones, his combat power is no less than that of a level 96 man."

"That old fellow Yue Guan is also level 95. The Qi Rong Tong Tian Chrysanthemum has transformed him. Add to that the Ghostly 93 agility-based attacker, and the four of them working together are unstoppable unless the elders of the Offering Hall intervene."

He paused, then looked at Ling Feng: "Are you worried about that Tang Hao?"

Ling Feng remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

Qian Daoliu smiled faintly: "A mere brat who hasn't even broken through to the Title Douluo level yet, and hasn't even acquired all his spirit rings, can't cause any trouble."

"Even if the Haotian Sect wants to get involved, they'll have to think twice."

Ling Feng knew that Grandpa Qian was right. Logically speaking, this operation was indeed foolproof.

But he knew even better that this world never follows common sense.

Asura God...

He raised his head and looked up at the sky.

He's not yet in a position to concern himself with matters of the divine realm.

But he believed that as long as he was strong enough, one day those high and mighty gods would have to acknowledge his existence.

"Grandpa Qian, I'm going back to cultivate."

Qian Daoliu nodded: "Go. Once you break through level 60, I will personally accompany you to hunt down a 100,000-year-old soul beast."

Ling Feng smiled, turned and left.

In a certain canyon, four figures stood suspended in mid-air.

Qian Xunji stood at the forefront, his angelic martial spirit unfurling behind him, six pure white wings radiating a sacred light.

His gaze locked onto the hidden cave below, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"That's it."

Yue Guan pointed in that direction with her delicate fingers, saying, "The aura of that 100,000-year-old soul beast can fool others, but it can't fool me."

Qian Gu Xiaoye wielded a dark dragon-patterned staff, with a ferocious black dragon relief coiled around its pitch-black body, its eyes gleaming with scarlet light.

He said calmly, "Tang Hao is also in there. The twin stars of the Haotian Sect are quite devoted."

A ghostly figure appeared and disappeared, its voice chilling: "Infatuation? Having an affair with a soul beast, disregarding human ethics, does that deserve to be called infatuation?"

Qian Xunji raised his hand, about to give the order.

Suddenly, two figures rushed out of the cave below.

The first man, with wildly flowing black hair and wielding a massive Haotian Hammer, was none other than Tang Hao.

He exuded a violent aura, but that aura was unstable and uncertain. He was a level 90, a quasi-titled Douluo, but he did not yet have his ninth soul ring.

Behind him, Ah Yin followed closely, her blue dress fluttering in the wind, her beautiful face filled with fear and determination.

"You treacherous dogs from the Spirit Hall!" Tang Hao roared, "What do you want?"

Qian Xunji looked down at him, her eyes full of mockery.

"Tang Hao, your affair with a transformed soul beast is an unforgivable crime. If you know what's good for you, hand her over, and I might leave you with a whole corpse."

"Dream on!" Tang Hao roared, and the Clear Sky Hammer grew larger in the wind, smashing towards the four of them!

Qian Gu Xiao Ye snorted coldly and swept out the Dark Dragon Staff.

boom!

The two top-tier weapon spirits clashed, unleashing a deafening roar. But the outcome was never in doubt.

Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer was directly blasted away, and he himself flew backward like a kite with a broken string, spitting out blood as he slammed into the mountain wall, creating a huge crater.

Level 95 versus Level 90, Nine Rings versus Eight Rings.

Crush them!

"Brother Hao!" Ah Yin cried out in anguish, rushing to Tang Hao's side.

Tang Hao struggled to stand up, but with so many bones broken, he couldn't move at all.

He stared intently at Qian Gu Xiao Ye, his eyes filled with resentment and despair.

Ah Yin raised her head and looked at the four people in the air, a resolute look flashing in her eyes.

"What you want is me," she said softly. "Let Hao go, and I'll go with you."

Qian Xunji sneered: "What right do you, a mere transformed soul beast, have to negotiate with me?"

Ah Yin closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

When she opened her eyes again, a red light had ignited in those blue eyes.

Sacrifice.

"Ah Yin, no!" Tang Hao cried out in anguish.

A crimson light emanated from Ah Yin; it was the light of burning life and burning soul.

She was going to sacrifice herself, leaving her soul ring and soul bone to Tang Hao, so that he would have a chance to live.

Qian Xunji's expression changed: "Not good! Stop her!"

The four of them acted simultaneously, but once the sacrifice began, it could not be reversed.

Just then, a black light suddenly flew out from Qian Gu Xiao Ye's arms.

It was a dragon scale, entirely black, exuding an ancient and majestic aura.

The moment the dragon scales appeared, a powerful pressure emanated from the depths of the soul, the pressure of a soul beast overlord, an absolute suppression that no soul beast could resist.

The black light entered Ah Yin's body.

The red light on Ah Yin's body instantly froze, like a flame frozen in time.

The sacrifice was forcibly interrupted.

Ah Yin stared wide-eyed at her body in disbelief.

Then, she saw the dragon scale.

A golden dragon pattern faintly appeared on the jet-black scales. She recognized the dragon pattern.

(The author slightly altered the setting, so that every 100,000-year-old soul beast met Di Tian when it broke through its limits.)

That is the mark of Emperor Tian, the supreme symbol of the Soul Beast Realm.

Ah Yin's face turned deathly pale instantly.

She knelt on the ground, trembling all over.

Not out of fear, but out of despair.

Di Tian wanted her to go back.