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

"What...what level are you?"

Ling Feng looked at him and said calmly, "Level 58."

Level 58?

Flander's eyes widened.

How could a level 58 Soul King possibly defeat three Soul Masters in just three moves!

How could he possibly blast Zhao Wuji's Martial Soul True Body away with a single punch?

"No need to think about it."

Ling Feng said, "You self-taught Soul Masters are no match for me among those of the same level, let alone those of a higher level?"

He turned around and looked at the boys huddled in the corner.

"You are students of Shrek Academy?"

The boys nodded and shook their heads frantically, too frightened to speak.

Ling Feng frowned and looked at Jin Chen.

Jin Chen walked over, asked a few questions, and came back to say, "Boss, these guys are all from commoner backgrounds, their martial souls are alright, they were tricked by Flander, but fortunately they haven't made any major mistakes yet."

Ling Feng nodded and said to the teenagers, "Shrek Academy is disbanded from today."

"If you wish to continue your cultivation, you can enroll at any of the registered academies in the Kingdom of Barak. If you do not wish to cultivate, then go home."

The boys, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, scrambled away.

Ling Feng then looked at Flander and Zhao Wuji.

"Flander, Zhao Wuji, do you know your crimes?"

Flanders gave a bitter smile and said nothing.

Zhao Wuji struggled to raise his head and hissed, "I...I confess...Spare my life..."

Ling Feng looked at him, without any pity in his eyes.

"When you slaughtered the people, did you spare them?"

Zhao Wuji was speechless.

Ling Feng looked at Jin Chen: "Heal their wounds, don't let them die. Take them back to the Spirit Hall for a public trial."

Jin Chen nodded, took out some healing medicine, and gave the group some simple treatment for their wounds.

Qian Renxue walked to Ling Feng's side and whispered, "Little Feng, that old man..."

Ling Feng looked at the cold corpse in the courtyard and remained silent for a moment.

"Find a place to give him a proper burial."

Qian Renxue nodded.

Half an hour later, the group's carriage left the dilapidated village.

Behind us, the wooden houses swayed slightly in the wind.

Jin Chen stomped on the broken wooden sign that read "Shrek Academy" and threw it into the bushes.

Inside the carriage, Zhao Wuji and Flander were tightly bound and lay on the ground like dead dogs.

Ling Feng closed his eyes to rest, remaining silent.

Jin Chen couldn't help but ask, "Boss, why did that Flander set up such a lousy academy?"

"With his Soul Saint strength, he could live well in any city."

Chapter 53 Fallen Soul Master? Kill!

Ling Feng opened his eyes and said calmly, "Because he doesn't want to be bound. His strength as a Soul Saint makes him feel that he can be above the rules."

"But he forgot that rules are rules precisely because someone upholds them."

Jin Chen seemed to be deep in thought.

Qian Renxue said softly, "Does the Spirit Hall exist solely to uphold these rules?"

Ling Feng looked at her and smiled slightly.

"Yes. The purpose of the Spirit Hall is to let those who think they can be above the rules know that there are beings in this world that they cannot afford to offend."

"After all, if there were no rules to bind them, and someone broke through to the Title Douluo realm, the harm they would cause to this world would be unimaginable."

"Then there will be a situation where only after the older generation of Title Douluos are completely dead will the next generation have the opportunity to break through to the Title Douluo realm."

"Then the next generation will break through to the Title Douluo realm and suppress everyone in the world until they die."

"This cycle continues, and the Soul Master world is constantly being consumed by internal strife, eventually leading to a situation where there are no Soul Masters at all."

"Where are all those ups and downs, that era of flourishing diversity?"

"This is one of the important reasons why our Spirit Hall cracks down on fallen soul masters and kills anyone who dares to show their face."

Qian Renxue nodded.

The carriage continued its journey, heading towards Wuhun City.

Behind them, Shrek Academy gradually faded into the distance.

But Ling Feng knew that this was just the beginning.

On the mainland, there are still too many people like Zhao Wuji and Flander, hiding in the corners, oppressing the people, and trampling on the rules.

And he will find them one by one.

Including two great empires!

These things are not far off. He is only 11 years old this year, and he is already about to reach the Soul Emperor level.

Tang San has only just been born. Even if he stays at Notting Academy, it will take him 12 years to develop according to the original story.

Twelve years later, he would be 23 years old, and he himself did not know what level he would reach by then.

Will he become a peerless Douluo, or a god?

The carriage moved slowly along the official road, the atmosphere inside was somber.

Zhao Wuji and Flander were tied up tightly and lay in the corner of the carriage like dead dogs, occasionally letting out a few painful groans.

Jin Chen leaned against the carriage wall and dozed off, Qian Renxue closed her eyes to rest, and only Ling Feng gazed thoughtfully at the scenery rushing past the window.

The carriage traveled for another half an hour, and as darkness fell, the Soul Venerable driving the carriage turned back to report.

"Sirs, there is a village ahead. Would you like to rest for the night before continuing your journey?"

Ling Feng lifted the carriage curtain and looked out. There was indeed a small village ahead, with wisps of smoke rising from its chimneys, looking quite peaceful.

"Okay, we'll stay there tonight."

Because the Soto City Spirit Hall reported the case, Zhao Wuji and Flander needed to be sent to Spirit City for trial, so the three of them did not stay in the Soto City Spirit Hall for long.

As the carriage entered the village, something gradually became amiss.

It's too quiet.

It was already evening, the time when every household should be lighting fires to cook, but there wasn't a sound from anyone.

A strong, pungent smell of blood wafted through the air, more acrid than ever before.

Ling Feng's expression changed: "Stop the car!"

The carriage came to an abrupt stop.

The three jumped out of the car. Jin Chen's sleepiness vanished instantly, and Qian Renxue also frowned.

"Fallen Soul Masters? They actually dare to commit evil deeds on the continent!"

The smell of blood grew stronger.

"Over there!" Jin Chen pointed to the center of the village.

The three hurried over, and the sight before them caused their pupils to contract sharply.

In the open space of the village,

There were elderly people with white hair and young, energetic people.

But that's not the worst part.

The most terrifying thing is that none of these corpses were intact.

Blood was still flowing, indicating that the massacre had just occurred.

Qian Renxue covered her mouth tightly, her eyes reddening, trying her best to stop herself from vomiting.

Ling Feng didn't speak, but his eyes were extremely cold.

This was no ordinary massacre.

"brute……"

He uttered two words in a low voice, his tone filled with an unprecedented killing intent.

Ling Feng raised his hand, and the Dark Dragon Staff appeared.

Over the years, he has been using it, and he has cultivated the Unyielding Staff Technique of the Qian Gu Family to its pinnacle.

He wanted to show these beasts what true fear was.

"Walk."

The three followed the sound and soon arrived at an open space behind the village.

Several bonfires were lit in the open space, surrounded by more than twenty people dressed as Soul Masters.

They were sitting around a fire, holding... and roasting something.

"I am Eruo, a level 71 Soul Saint!" He casually tossed aside what he was holding and licked his lips.

The Soul Masters behind him burst into laughter, looking at Ling Feng and the other two as if they were three walking dishes.

Ling Feng remained silent, but his aura suddenly intensified.