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

The provocative middle-aged Soul Saint wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

He challenged a Title Douluo who possessed a 100,000-year-old spirit ring?

What's the difference between this and courting death?

Qian Gu Xiao Ye's gaze fell on him, as calmly as if he were looking at an ant.

"You just said you wanted to learn from the juniors of my Spirit Hall?"

The middle-aged Soul Saint trembled and hurriedly said, "No... I dare not... I... I just..."

Qian Gu Xiao Ye ignored him and instead looked at Prince Xue Xing.

"Your Highness, the people you brought wish to spar. I will not stop the young people from competing, but..."

He paused, his gaze suddenly sharpening. "If anyone tries to take advantage of this opportunity to cause trouble or bully the weak, I wouldn't mind letting them see what a 100,000-year soul ring is like."

Prince Xuexing's expression changed several times before he finally forced an ugly smile through gritted teeth.

"Elder Qian Gu is joking. It's just a friendly exchange between young people, how could there be any bullying of the weak?"

"That's good."

Qian Gu Xiao Ye withdrew his martial soul, and the nine soul rings slowly dissipated, but the terrifying sense of oppression still lingered in everyone's hearts.

He sat back down, picked up his teacup, and took a small sip.

"Feng'er, since some people want to ask you for advice, just play along. Remember..."

He glanced at his son and said, "That's enough."

Ling Feng stood up and smiled slightly.

"Father, rest assured, I understand."

He looked at the middle-aged Soul Saint, then at the eager young Soul Masters behind Prince Xuexing, his gaze calm as still water.

"Who wants to spar? Please."

The atmosphere inside the main hall suddenly became tense.

Although the nobles were intimidated by the pressure of the two titled Douluo, their eyes still gleamed with resentment and anticipation.

They didn't believe that the three teenagers from the Spirit Hall, who looked to be around seventeen or eighteen years old, could be that strong.

If we can defeat them in a sparring match, even if it's just one win, we can still salvage some face.

Prince Xuexing took a deep breath and nodded to a young man behind him.

The young man stood up and strode to the center of the hall.

He appeared to be around twenty-four or twenty-five years old, with a robust build and sharp eyes, radiating an aura of a Soul King.

"I am Leon, the Vice Commander of the Royal Knights of the Heaven Dou Empire, a level 56 Battle Soul King, with the Martial Soul Mighty Bear." He clasped his hands in a fist salute to Ling Feng, "Please enlighten me."

Level 56.

He is two levels lower than Ling Feng.

Ling Feng looked at him and suddenly smiled.

Are you sure you want to fight me?

Leon frowned: "What do you mean?"

Ling Feng did not answer, but simply raised his hand.

The dragon-shaped staff flew out from behind him and landed in his hand.

On the pitch-black staff, the black dragon relief seemed to come alive, its eyes gleaming with a scarlet light.

Then, he took a step.

With that step, his aura surged dramatically.

The pressure of a level 58 Soul King was released without reservation, making him two levels higher than Leon.

But what's even more terrifying is his gaze.

It was a gaze that saw through everything, calm and indifferent, as if the opponent before him was merely an insignificant object.

Leon's expression changed.

He realized he was wrong.

This boy, who looked younger than him, was someone he couldn't possibly rival.

But the arrow was already on the bowstring, and it had to be released.

"Martial Soul Possession!"

He let out a low growl, and the phantom of the Mighty Bear appeared behind him, its arms instantly becoming thicker, and its five spirit rings pulsating up and down.

He suddenly took a step forward and threw a punch at Ling Feng.

This punch was powerful and heavy, enough to shatter a boulder.

Ling Feng did not move.

He simply raised the coiled dragon staff and gently blocked it.

boom!

With a loud bang, Leon's fist slammed into the Panlong Staff, but it felt like he had hit an iron mountain.

He was thrown back seven or eight steps by the force of the recoil, his fists throbbing with pain, his tiger's mouth split open and bleeding profusely.

Ling Feng remained completely still.

The entire room fell silent.

The nobles stared wide-eyed at the scene in disbelief.

A level 56 Soul King's full-force punch was effortlessly blocked by the opponent.

Leon's face turned pale; he knew he had lost.

We lost completely.

Ling Feng sheathed the Panlong Staff and said calmly, "You are no match for me. Step down."

Leon opened his mouth, but ultimately lowered his head and silently returned to his seat.

Prince Xuexing's face turned ashen as he looked at another young man behind him.

The young man stood up, but dared not step forward.

He's level 54, two levels lower than Leon, so going up there would just be suicide.

Just then, a woman in the Star Luo Empire's seat stood up.

The woman was in her early twenties, with a stunning appearance and a hot figure; every smile and gesture of hers was alluring.

She walked slowly to the center of the hall and gave Ling Feng a graceful bow.

"Zhu Yue of the Zhu family of the Star Luo Empire, a level 57 agility-type battle spirit king, with the martial spirit Netherworld Cat. Young master, you are very powerful. This humble woman would like to learn a few moves from you."

Level 57.

He is one level above Leon and one level below Lingfeng.

Ling Feng looked at her, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

"please."

Zhu Yue smiled sweetly, her martial spirit taking over her body.

The phantom of the Netherworld Cat appeared behind her, and her figure instantly became light and agile, with her five spirit rings flashing.

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Instead of launching a direct attack, she flashed away, becoming a blur, and attacked Ling Feng from the side.

Agility-based Soul Masters excel at speed and surprise attacks.

But she was fast, and Ling Feng was even faster.

Ling Feng didn't even use the Panlong Staff; he simply sidestepped and avoided her attack.

At the same time, he struck out with his palm, hitting her shoulder squarely.

Zhu Yue let out a muffled groan and flew backward, landing awkwardly on the ground.

Her face flushed red, and she got up, ready to fight again, but Ling Feng shut her down with a single sentence.

"You are no match for me. Continuing to fight will only make things more embarrassing."

Zhu Yue gritted her teeth and finally retreated to her seat in a huff.

Two games, both losses.

The nobles looked at each other, their eyes filled with horror.

Two Soul Kings at level 56 or 57 couldn't even withstand a single move from a young boy from the Spirit Hall.

Prince Xuexing's face was extremely ugly, but he was unwilling to give up.

He looked at an elderly man with white hair and beard beside him and whispered, "Master Zhou, what do you think..."

The old man was a Contra-level powerhouse, but he shook his head at this moment.

“Your Highness, that young man’s strength is unfathomable. I cannot discern his true abilities, but I am certain that an ordinary Soul King is no match for him. Unless…”

"Unless what?"

"Unless the Soul Emperor intervenes." The old man paused, then said with a wry smile.

"But Soul Emperor level is already the backbone of major forces."

"Today is a banquet of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. If we send a Soul Emperor to fight, it will not be honorable to win, and it will be even more shameful to lose."

Prince Xuexing remained silent.

He knew the old man was right. But he couldn't swallow his pride and admit defeat.

Just then, Ling Feng spoke.