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

boom--!

Fists and palms collided, producing a deafening roar.

Zhao Wuji's momentum came to an abrupt halt, and he flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the wall of the wooden house and shattering it into pieces.

Pebbles flew everywhere, and dust filled the air.

The courtyard was completely silent.

The jeering teenagers stared wide-eyed at the scene in disbelief.

The true form of a seven-ring Soul Saint's Martial Soul was blasted away by a single punch from a teenager?

As the smoke and dust cleared, Zhao Wuji struggled to his feet from the ruins. His right arm hung limply at his sides, the web between his thumb and forefinger split open, bleeding profusely.

One punch, and an arm is severed!

After all, Ling Feng was simply too monstrous. His fourth spirit ring was 6 years old, and his fifth spirit ring was 9 years old, which had already pushed his physical attributes to the level of a quasi-titled Douluo.

He also activated the amplification state of the Panlong Staff after it was imbued with a martial soul.

With his cultivation level as a five-ring Soul King, he can amplify his power a total of five times.

The first increase is 20%, the second is 30%, and so on, until the fifth increase is 60%.

1.2, 1.3, 1.4, 1.5, 1.6.

With a total increase of seven times in all attributes, Ling Feng's true combat power is already comparable to that of an ordinary Soul Douluo.

Even if Zhao Wuji activated his Martial Soul True Body, he was still only a minor level 71 Soul Saint. If Ling Feng didn't seriously injure him with one punch, it would be a waste of all the resources consumed over the years.

"Who...who are you?" Zhao Wuji was utterly horrified.

Ling Feng withdrew his fist and said calmly, "Spirit Hall, Ling Feng of the Ages."

For all eternity?

Zhao Wuji's pupils contracted sharply.

He had heard of this surname before; it belonged to Qian Gu Xiaoye, the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, who was known as the number one genius of the Spirit Hall.

But I've never heard of him having a son.

He looked at Ling Feng's face, which was that of an eighteen-year-old boy, whose real age was completely undetectable.

"you……"

Before he could say anything more, the door to the cabin suddenly opened.

Several figures rushed out.

The leader was a middle-aged man wearing glasses, thin in build, with sharp eyes.

Two other people followed behind him: a fat middle-aged man and an old man holding a long stick.

Flander, Shao Xin, Li Yusong.

One Soul Saint, one Soul Emperor, and one Soul King.

Chapter 52 Stubbornness Leads to Shrek's Demise

When Flander saw Zhao Wuji's miserable state, his expression changed, and he then looked at Ling Feng and the other two.

"People from the Spirit Hall?" he said in a deep voice. "What do you mean by this?"

Ling Feng looked at him calmly: "Flander, the Flying Horn of the Golden Iron Triangle, resisted arrest five years ago and injured three Spirit Hall bishops. He colluded with Yu Xiaogang, a wanted criminal of the Spirit Hall, and was listed as a Class B wanted criminal."

He looked at Shao Xin and Li Yusong, "Shao Xin and Li Yusong, although they have not committed any major crimes, they are also guilty of harboring wanted criminals."

Flander's face darkened.

“Young man, I respect you as a member of the Spirit Hall and don’t want to make things difficult for you. But this is Shrek Academy, not a place for your Spirit Hall to run wild.”

Ling Feng smiled upon hearing this.

The smile was faint, yet carried a hint of mockery.

Shrek Academy?

He looked around at the dilapidated wooden houses. "They are not registered with the Spirit Hall, they do not have a school operating permit from the Barak Kingdom, and they do not have proper teacher qualifications."

"A bunch of wanted criminals gathered together, do they even deserve to be called an academy?"

Flander's face flushed red.

"you!"

Ling Feng didn't give him a chance to speak and continued, "You hide in this remote village, ostensibly to run a school, but in reality you are oppressing the people."

"Just now, Zhao Wuji committed a violent act in public, attempting to kill an innocent old man. Did any of you come out to stop him?"

Francophone.

Shao Xin and Li Yusong exchanged a glance and both lowered their heads.

Ling Feng looked at Zhao Wuji, his voice calm but cold: "Zhao Wuji, Flander, surrender and come with me back to the Spirit Hall for trial."

"The rest of you who voluntarily close the academy and disband the students can escape death."

Zhao Wuji clutched his severed arm and grinned maliciously: "Spare us from death? You think you can?"

He looked at Flander: "Boss Flander, let's go! Kill them, destroy the evidence, and who will know it was us?"

Flander hesitated for a moment, but when he saw Zhao Wuji's miserable state and looked at Ling Feng's young face, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

"Let's do it!"

He activated his Martial Soul – the Four-Eyed Cat-Owl appeared behind him, its seven spirit rings flashing, its wings spread, and it pounced towards Ling Feng!

At the same time, Li Yusong swept out with his dragon-patterned staff.

Same family together!

Jin Chen was about to step forward when Ling Feng raised his hand to stop him.

"Protect Xiaoxue."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Feng's figure disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, he was already standing in front of Flanders.

Flander was shocked. He flapped his wings rapidly, and countless feathers transformed into sharp blades that shot out.

But Ling Feng simply waved his hand, and those feathers, which were strong enough to pierce steel, bounced away as if they had hit a wall of copper and iron.

"How is this possible!" Flander exclaimed in utter shock.

Ling Feng's response was to throw a punch.

This punch, as always, was simple and unadorned.

Flanders managed to block the attack, but the impact left his arms numb and his tiger's mouth split open.

Before he could react, Ling Feng's second punch had already landed.

boom!

Flander was sent flying backward, spitting out blood, and crashed heavily to the ground, unable to get up again.

At the same time, Ling Feng slapped Shao Xin away with a backhand.

As for Li Yusong, considering that his martial spirit is the Dragon Pattern Staff, he can barely be associated with the Panlong Staff.

Ling Feng summoned his Panlong Staff and shattered his Dragon Pattern Staff Martial Soul with a single blow.

With his martial spirit shattered, Li Yusong, who was only at the Soul King level, instantly fainted.

Three moves, and they were all severely injured and collapsed to the ground!

The courtyard was deathly silent.

The boys who had been egging him on were now cowering in the corner, trembling, not daring to even breathe.

Zhao Wuji stared blankly at the scene, his eyes filled with fear.

He had just thought that if the three of them joined forces, they could at least fight to a draw.

The results of it?

Three moves, and they were all wiped out.

What kind of monster is this boy?

Ling Feng landed back in his original spot, his clothes fluttering, his breathing steady, as if he had just casually dealt with a few minor characters.

He looked at Zhao Wuji and said calmly, "Anything else to say?"

Zhao Wuji trembled and suddenly turned and ran.

He unleashed his Martial Soul True Form and ran wildly, covering dozens of feet in the blink of an eye.

Jin Chen was about to give chase, but Ling Feng shook his head.

"No need to chase."

He raised his hand, and his fifth spirit ring suddenly lit up. That 90,000-year-old pitch-black spirit ring exuded a chilling aura.

"Fifth Soul Skill, Dark Dragon Strike."

A black, dragon-shaped burst of energy shot out, instantly catching up with Zhao Wuji and exploding with a bang.

boom!

Zhao Wuji screamed and fell heavily to the ground, unable to move.

Jin Chen's eyes widened: "Boss, your soul skill is too monstrous! A 90,000-year soul ring is something else!"

Ling Feng withdrew his fist and said calmly, "Go take a look."

Jin Chen ran over and dragged Zhao Wuji back.

Zhao Wuji was covered in blood and barely breathing, but he was still alive; Ling Feng had shown mercy.

Ling Feng walked up to Flander and looked down at him.

Flander lay on the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with resentment and fear.