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

A lifelike black dragon relief is coiled around the jet-black staff.

The moment Ling Feng grasped it, the black dragon's eyes suddenly lit up, as if it had come to life.

"on!"

At the command of the Fallen Soul Saint, more than twenty Fallen Soul Masters rushed forward.

Two Soul Emperors, seven Soul Kings, and the rest are Soul Masters and Soul Venerables.

Ling Feng gripped the staff in one hand and charged forward.

There are no special skills, no fancy moves, only the purest and most ruthless staff techniques.

With a single sweep of the staff, three Soul Kings were cut in half at the waist.

With a single blow, a Soul Emperor's head exploded like a watermelon.

With a single strike, he pierced the throat of a Soul Master.

The sticks flew, and blood splattered everywhere.

Screams rose and fell, but Ling Feng's face remained expressionless.

He simply swung the stick, one blow at a time, each blow taking a life.

Those fallen soul masters began to feel fear.

They had killed and eaten countless people, but they had never seen such a god of death.

Without any soul skills or soul rings, just a stick was enough to rout them.

"A demon...he's a demon!"

One of the Soul Kings collapsed and turned to run away.

Ling Feng's staff flew out of his hand, turning into a black light that pierced his back before flying back into Ling Feng's hand.

The Panlong Staff, in perfect harmony with his will, can take lives from a thousand miles away.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, all twenty-odd fallen soul masters lay on the ground, none surviving.

Only Oro remained standing, trembling all over, his eyes filled with fear.

"This... is impossible! How old are you? How can you be so strong!"

He was a level 71 Soul Saint, and he had killed hundreds of people. He thought he was the strongest person in the world.

But at this moment, looking at the boy holding the black stick, he felt like a lamb to the slaughter.

"You... what kind of monster are you?" Ero hissed.

Ling Feng's answer was to take a step forward and smash down with his staff.

With all his might, Ero activated his Martial Soul, and a phantom of a giant monster exuding a putrid stench appeared behind him, its seven soul rings flashing.

He transformed his hands into sharp claws and reached out to grab Ling Feng, clearly determined to fight him to the death.

But the moment the Panlong Staff fell, his martial spirit collapsed.

The Holy Dragon has a natural ability to suppress evil martial souls, so how could a mere Soul Saint be a match for Ling Feng?

Let alone him, even a Fallen Soul Master of the Soul Douluo level would not dare to act recklessly here and would have no choice but to obediently perish.

boom!

Chapter 54: Oscar, the Future God of Cookery?

Oro's arms were both severed, and he collapsed to his knees, bleeding from all seven orifices.

"Spare...spare my life..." he pleaded.

Ling Feng looked down at him, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

"Have you ever heard them beg for mercy?"

Oro opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.

Ling Feng stopped looking at him and instead looked at Qian Renxue.

"Little Snow."

Qian Renxue nodded and stepped forward.

She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her disguised black eyes had turned into a dazzling gold.

Angelic Martial Soul, Possession.

Eight pure white wings unfurled behind her, each feather radiating a sacred light.

A golden halo emanated from her, illuminating the land stained with blood and sin.

When Oro saw the eight wings, his pupils suddenly contracted.

"Eight...eight-winged angel? You're from the Spirit Hall...no! Shouldn't the Spirit Hall have six-winged angels?"

Before she could finish speaking, Qian Renxue had already raised her hand.

"Third Soul Skill, Wrath of the Angel."

Golden light descended from the sky, enveloping Oro.

Oro screamed in agony.

His troll spirit melted away rapidly under the angelic light, like ice and snow under the scorching sun.

His flesh began to rot.

"Ah! I was wrong! Forgive me! Forgive me!"

Qian Renxue did not stop.

The golden light grew brighter and brighter until finally, Oro's body turned into specks of ashes and vanished completely from the world.

The corpses of the fallen soul masters lying on the ground were also affected by the angelic light, turning into ashes one by one, leaving not even a trace.

When the light faded, only a patch of scorched earth remained on the open ground.

"Are you okay?"

Qian Renxue shook her head, her face somewhat pale. But her eyes were resolute.

"I'm fine. This kind of scum should be cleansed."

Jin Chen walked over, looked at the scorched earth, and spat out a curse: "They got off easy."

"Pack it up and take it back to the Spirit Hall. These things stained with human blood cannot be left outside."

Jin Chen nodded and began cleaning.

Ling Feng walked alone into the depths of the village.

He didn't know what he was looking for; he just walked on unconsciously.

Until he heard a faint cry.

The sound was very soft and weak, like a kitten's meow.

Ling Feng followed the sound and found a small figure in a dilapidated house at the very back of the village.

It was a child of about two years old, huddled in a corner of the cellar, trembling all over.

The cellar cover was lifted a crack, and a faint light shone in, illuminating his dirty little face.

The child heard footsteps and looked up in fright.

His large, bright eyes, usually so captivating, were now filled with fear.

Upon seeing Ling Feng, he instinctively shrank back, but stubbornly bit his lip, refusing to cry out.

Ling Feng crouched down and whispered, "Don't be afraid."

The child looked at him, his lips moved, and he asked in a tiny voice, "Are you... are you here to eat me?"

The voice was young and trembling, yet the speaker tried to appear calm.

Ling Feng felt a pang in his heart.

He didn't answer, he just extended his hand.

The child closed his eyes in fright but did not try to escape, perhaps because he couldn't move, or perhaps because he knew it would be useless to hide.

Ling Feng placed his hand on his head and gently rubbed it.

“No,” he said. “I’m here to save you.”

The child opened his eyes and stared at him blankly.

Ling Feng carried him out of the cellar.

The child is so light, it breaks your heart.

His clothes were tattered, and his face and body were covered in dust, but his eyes were exceptionally clear.

He nestled in Ling Feng's arms, his little hands instinctively gripping Ling Feng's clothes as if grasping at the last straw.

"What's your name?" Ling Feng asked.

"Oscar... Oscar."

The child spoke softly, his pronunciation a little unclear, but it was still audible.

"How old?"

Oscar held up two fingers, then thought for a moment, changed it to three, and then, a little confused himself, muttered, "Two years old... right?"

Ling Feng's lips twitched slightly. Could it be such a coincidence that God sent a genius here?

Where are your mom and dad?

Oscar lowered his head and remained silent.

After a while, he said in a very soft voice, "I've been kidnapped by bad guys. They told me to hide, not to come out, and not to make a sound."

He looked up at Ling Feng, his eyes brimming with tears, but he desperately held them back.

“I was obedient, I didn’t say a word. I only... I only…”