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

Chapter 73 The Sixth Ring of Two Hundred Thousand Years

The red light grew stronger and stronger, enveloping Ling Feng completely.

"Humans, remember my name—the Evil God! This is the last glory of the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger Clan."

"With my power, go even further."

Just then, on the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest, a disheveled figure was struggling to move forward.

Tang Hao.

He was covered in wounds, his clothes were tattered, and his left arm was wrapped in a simple bandage with faint traces of blood seeping out.

Since escaping from the Spirit Hall half a year ago, he has been hiding with the infant Tang San, not daring to stay anywhere for long.

Haotian Sect has closed its gates and is no longer coming out, so none of his old friends dare to take him in.

The once-glorious twin stars of Haotian are now reduced to eking out a living in the deep mountains and forests, like stray dogs.

But Tang Hao was not willing to give up.

He hates.

I hate the Spirit Hall, I hate Qian Xunji, I hate Qian Gu Xiaoye, I hate everyone who took Ah Yin away.

He wants to become stronger, strong enough to take revenge and win back Ah Yin.

So, he came to the Star Dou Great Forest.

He needs a spirit ring.

Although he has now broken through to the Title Douluo level, his strength is greatly reduced because he does not have a ninth spirit ring.

If he could obtain a suitable spirit ring, he would have a chance to contend with the Spirit Hall.

Tang Hao dragged his injured body, carefully traversing the forest. He dared not release his soul power to probe, for fear of attracting powerful soul beasts or people from the Spirit Hall.

They could only rely on their years of hunting experience to find suitable prey.

Suddenly, he stopped.

In the distance, a red beam of light shot into the sky.

That light contained an indescribable, terrifying energy. It was a sign of a soul beast's sacrifice!

Tang Hao's pupils suddenly contracted.

Sacrifice!

That's when a soul beast willingly offers its soul ring and soul bone to a human; it only happens under extremely special circumstances.

He had seen it with his own eyes once; it was when Ah Yin wanted to offer herself as a sacrifice for him.

"Someone... is absorbing a spirit ring?" he murmured, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

The location of that red light is in the core area of ​​the Star Dou Great Forest.

Those who dare to hunt soul beasts there must be incredibly powerful individuals.

And what could make a 100,000-year-old soul beast willingly sacrifice itself was no ordinary person.

Tang Hao's first reaction was to retreat.

In his current state, encountering any Title Douluo would mean certain death.

But he did not back down.

Because he sensed the aura within that red light—evil, tyrannical, and carrying fluctuations of time and space.

That is definitely a legendary and terrifying existence, with at least 100,000 years of cultivation.

Such a soul beast sacrifice means that the person who absorbs its soul ring will gain unimaginable power.

What if... what if I could obtain that power?

Tang Hao's eyes reddened.

He knew he was courting death.

How could someone who dares to hunt soul beasts in the core area be someone that a quasi-titled Douluo who is still recovering from serious injuries and does not have a ninth soul ring could provoke?

But he was not willing to give up.

Ah Yin was waiting for him.

His son was waiting for him.

The enemy is still alive.

He needs strength.

Even if it's risky, even if it means risking his life, he's willing to take the plunge.

Tang Hao took a deep breath, lowered his body, and reached towards the direction of the red light.

One step, two steps, three steps...

He was getting closer and closer to the core area.

Suddenly, a terrifying aura descended from the sky, enveloping him entirely.

Tang Hao was stiff all over and unable to move.

It was a pressure emanating from the depths of his soul, as if a mountain was pressing down on him, making it difficult for him to even breathe.

A voice rang in his mind, cold and piercing.

"Take one more step, and you'll die."

Tang Hao's pupils suddenly contracted.

As soon as he finished speaking, the oppressive aura vanished.

Tang Hao was panting heavily, his body drenched in cold sweat.

He dared not hesitate any longer, turned and fled, running wildly out of the forest without looking back.

Behind them, the red light still shot into the sky.

But Tang Hao knew that was not his opportunity.

That was another world he could never reach.

Outside the canyon, Di Tian withdrew his gaze, a hint of disdain flashing in his golden vertical pupils.

"A clown."

Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly, "Is it Tang Hao?"

"Ah."

Di Tian nodded. "That kid does have some guts. Even in this state, he still wants to take a gamble."

Qian Daoliu was silent for a moment, then said softly, "It's good to spare his life. Keep him around so Xiao Feng can practice on him later."

Upon hearing this, Di Tian suddenly smiled.

"You certainly think ahead."

The two fell silent, their gazes returning to the canyon.

Deep within the canyon, the red light gradually faded.

Ling Feng sat cross-legged, his aura completely stabilized.

His sixth spirit ring slowly emerged. It was an extremely deep red spirit ring, much heavier than an ordinary 100,000-year spirit ring, and faintly radiated a gray-black halo.

Two hundred thousand years ago, the Dark Demon God Tiger.

He opened his eyes, and two sharp glints flashed by.

He felt a warm sensation on his left arm; it was the soul bone that the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger had unleashed, which had already merged with him.

Ling Feng looked down at his left arm and gently clenched his fist.

He could sense the terrifying power contained within that soul bone—evil, wind, time, space, lightning, and devouring. These three attributes intertwined and resonated strangely with his original Dark Holy Dragon Martial Soul.

"It's done."

He stood up and looked out of the canyon.

Qian Daoliu and Di Tian walked in.

Di Tian looked him up and down, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his golden vertical pupils.

"How does a 200,000-year-old spirit ring feel?"

Ling Feng felt the surging power within him and slowly said, "Very strong. Stronger than I imagined."

He raised his right hand, and his sixth spirit ring suddenly lit up.

"Sixth Soul Skill, Domain of the Evil God."

Before he finished speaking, a gray light instantly spread out from him, enveloping the entire canyon.

Qian Daoliu raised an eyebrow slightly.

Within the area enveloped by that gray light, he sensed something unusual.

It wasn't a threat, but rather a... twisted feeling.

A strange light flashed in Di Tian's eyes.

"A distortion of time and space?" he murmured. "Interesting."

Ling Feng explained, "The Domain of Evil Gods is the innate ability of the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger."

"Within this domain, I can manipulate the flow of time and space to a limited extent."

“When the enemy enters, they will feel their movements slow down and their reactions become sluggish, while I can speed up my actions.”

He paused, then added, "Currently, it can only last for half an hour, and the coverage area is only a thousand feet."

"But as my cultivation level increases, the range and duration will also increase."

Qian Daoliu nodded, then laughed and scolded, "Half an hour, do you know what that means? It's enough to decide the outcome of a life-or-death battle for a major power."

Ling Feng raised his left hand again, and his sixth spirit ring lit up once more.